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sirenspull_logs2012-04-16 09:31 pm
leading3men) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-16 09:31 pm
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Sometimes I think I'm happy here; sometimes, yet I still pretend
Who: Zoey and YOU
When: April 16th to April 22nd
Where: Everywhere!
Summary: Another week in the Port.
Warnings: Zoey's sarcasm? Depends! Will update if it gets a little hairy.
Note: If you want to interact with Zoey with the 7DS Event in mind, go ahead! And please put the location and date in the subject line when you tag.
She is familiar with the city now.
Not intimately, mind, not like the city she grew up back home. She doesn't know everything about it, but she knew the seedier places than she would at home, where she once had overprotective parents, nervous over the next child abduction. There's the black market she will skim over if there's a gun that warrants checking out, the seriously skeevy bars and clubs that she sometimes have to go in, questioning witnesses to a particular crime. There's alleyways that she go through as a shortcut though she always avoided the one alley: the one she died on.
But there are the parks she goes to, when she needs to walk Vance, her quickly growing puppy of a German Shepard. The Underground Mall. The arcade. Cafes with those quaint tables at the sidewalk. Places that she didn't have to talk to people about lost love ones, crime, and parking tickets, places that people like Vance more than her.
And you know what? She's happy with that. It's easier that way.
When: April 16th to April 22nd
Where: Everywhere!
Summary: Another week in the Port.
Warnings: Zoey's sarcasm? Depends! Will update if it gets a little hairy.
Note: If you want to interact with Zoey with the 7DS Event in mind, go ahead! And please put the location and date in the subject line when you tag.
She is familiar with the city now.
Not intimately, mind, not like the city she grew up back home. She doesn't know everything about it, but she knew the seedier places than she would at home, where she once had overprotective parents, nervous over the next child abduction. There's the black market she will skim over if there's a gun that warrants checking out, the seriously skeevy bars and clubs that she sometimes have to go in, questioning witnesses to a particular crime. There's alleyways that she go through as a shortcut though she always avoided the one alley: the one she died on.
But there are the parks she goes to, when she needs to walk Vance, her quickly growing puppy of a German Shepard. The Underground Mall. The arcade. Cafes with those quaint tables at the sidewalk. Places that she didn't have to talk to people about lost love ones, crime, and parking tickets, places that people like Vance more than her.
And you know what? She's happy with that. It's easier that way.