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It's been. . . a long time. Jesse is mortal enough to think of a year as a long time, although it does seem to have passed faster than she remembers time doing before. Whether that's because when your days are as empty as hers are sometimes time passes faster, or because for a vampire time honestly does seem to be fleeting, she isn't really sure. It's not important, either.
Boredom, however, is. That's why she's pulling up outside the Kansas farm in an inexplicably shiny black convertible XKR - with the top down, of course. How she knows the farm is there - well. She picks things up. She's not telepathic to the same extent as some she knows, but she gets flashes sometimes. Enough to know that there's a group of people who are trying to make something out of the mess they've all been landed in, in any case.
She could have flown in. But what's the point of advertising what you are from the very first moment? It doesn't achieve anythng other than giving people a reason to treat you as a monster from the first moment, and that - well. It hurts. She doesn't thik she'll ever get used to it. So instead, she flew as far as the border, picked up a car (don't ask how), and drove in. She'd forgotten how much fun it could be to hurtle along a road at high speed, wind trying to stnatch the breath out of her lungs, music playing at full volume and still only just audible even to her vampire ears over the rush of air.
The car pulls into the farm - with no screeching of tires to announce it's arrival, but the music is probably loud enough to do it quite competantly - and Jesse slides her sunglasses down her nose and eyes the area thoughtfully. So. Is there anyone around or does she have to go looking?
Boredom, however, is. That's why she's pulling up outside the Kansas farm in an inexplicably shiny black convertible XKR - with the top down, of course. How she knows the farm is there - well. She picks things up. She's not telepathic to the same extent as some she knows, but she gets flashes sometimes. Enough to know that there's a group of people who are trying to make something out of the mess they've all been landed in, in any case.
She could have flown in. But what's the point of advertising what you are from the very first moment? It doesn't achieve anythng other than giving people a reason to treat you as a monster from the first moment, and that - well. It hurts. She doesn't thik she'll ever get used to it. So instead, she flew as far as the border, picked up a car (don't ask how), and drove in. She'd forgotten how much fun it could be to hurtle along a road at high speed, wind trying to stnatch the breath out of her lungs, music playing at full volume and still only just audible even to her vampire ears over the rush of air.
The car pulls into the farm - with no screeching of tires to announce it's arrival, but the music is probably loud enough to do it quite competantly - and Jesse slides her sunglasses down her nose and eyes the area thoughtfully. So. Is there anyone around or does she have to go looking?