Dix-Huit † greetings and farewells ;; backdated to jul.13th, stage 1/possibly 2
[She couldn't rest that day for some reason, while she's always taken the opportunity to sleep in now that summer vacation was in full swing. ...Eh, it happened, so she got up early.
Her right hand stung when she was getting the mail, which held a peculiar flat envelope addressed to her name. Frowning, she pulled up the sleeve to her blouse and glanced at her wrist.
Nothing was there, and that was the problem.
...
Closing the mailbox quietly, she paced back into the house, her hands already busy with opening that letter. Ah, the last time she received something, it was nothing that she would've ever asked for, but that wasn't going to change the fact that whatever in it belonged to her. After all, there were still important pieces that she needed to recover.
Well, he has no regrets.
So...
It'll be okay.]
[Housemates can find her by the dining table over a mug of tea. Depending on when you walk in, it may have long cooled down and stopped steaming, indicating that the water was no longer hot.
Her glasses are folded on the table. Beside the mug, there's an open envelope, and scattered next to it, a simple card with a strange cross symbol etched onto it. The printing is neat, and she's making no effort to conceal it. As for herself, she may either be holding her forehead in her hand, covering her own eyes, or in another position that conveyed wariness, somehow.
Eh she's okay. She just had a lot to think about.]
[Phone A ; Public, daytime]
[She's aware of the truth thing going on around town. Luckily she's not too badly infected yet, but she can't bring herself to care too much right now. So why not take advantage of it? :V Sounding almost sarcastic and definitely 'flippant':]
Who's a vampire here in Mayfield, now or back home? ...Undead and demons can count too, I suppose. Abominations and heresies of any sort is okay. Compiling a list would make my work easier, so this would be really helpful.
[Action ; Rec Center shooting range, afternoon]
[She's back with her efficient self-customized firearms to get some distraction again. To anyone dropping by for some reason, you'll either catch her nail effortlessly anything in sight, or in the process of re-straightening targets in preparation for the next round. This is just mindless shooting, but it gave her time to think. Didn't know about it before? Now you do; she's a ruthlessly accurate shot. But in a town like this, it shouldn't really be a surprise?]
[Phone B ; Public, evening]
[Contrary to the call passed earlier that day, the tone is much more quiet and subdued. It was, however, not hesitant.]
How have you apologized for a really big mistake? You don't have to say anything about the circumstances, just how things turned out.
(( OOC: Sorry for the unannounced slowtatus! But with stuff out of the way I should be coming back to speed now. I will CONTINUE to backtag all ongoing threads I have in my previous post/elsewhere (thanks for the patience too guys ;A;/), but have to get this out in the meanwhile. ))
Her right hand stung when she was getting the mail, which held a peculiar flat envelope addressed to her name. Frowning, she pulled up the sleeve to her blouse and glanced at her wrist.
Nothing was there, and that was the problem.
...
Closing the mailbox quietly, she paced back into the house, her hands already busy with opening that letter. Ah, the last time she received something, it was nothing that she would've ever asked for, but that wasn't going to change the fact that whatever in it belonged to her. After all, there were still important pieces that she needed to recover.
Well, he has no regrets.
So...
It'll be okay.]
[Housemates can find her by the dining table over a mug of tea. Depending on when you walk in, it may have long cooled down and stopped steaming, indicating that the water was no longer hot.
Her glasses are folded on the table. Beside the mug, there's an open envelope, and scattered next to it, a simple card with a strange cross symbol etched onto it. The printing is neat, and she's making no effort to conceal it. As for herself, she may either be holding her forehead in her hand, covering her own eyes, or in another position that conveyed wariness, somehow.
Eh she's okay. She just had a lot to think about.]
[Phone A ; Public, daytime]
[She's aware of the truth thing going on around town. Luckily she's not too badly infected yet, but she can't bring herself to care too much right now. So why not take advantage of it? :V Sounding almost sarcastic and definitely 'flippant':]
Who's a vampire here in Mayfield, now or back home? ...Undead and demons can count too, I suppose. Abominations and heresies of any sort is okay. Compiling a list would make my work easier, so this would be really helpful.
[Action ; Rec Center shooting range, afternoon]
[She's back with her efficient self-customized firearms to get some distraction again. To anyone dropping by for some reason, you'll either catch her nail effortlessly anything in sight, or in the process of re-straightening targets in preparation for the next round. This is just mindless shooting, but it gave her time to think. Didn't know about it before? Now you do; she's a ruthlessly accurate shot. But in a town like this, it shouldn't really be a surprise?]
[Phone B ; Public, evening]
[Contrary to the call passed earlier that day, the tone is much more quiet and subdued. It was, however, not hesitant.]
How have you apologized for a really big mistake? You don't have to say anything about the circumstances, just how things turned out.
(( OOC: Sorry for the unannounced slowtatus! But with stuff out of the way I should be coming back to speed now. I will CONTINUE to backtag all ongoing threads I have in my previous post/elsewhere (thanks for the patience too guys ;A;/), but have to get this out in the meanwhile. ))