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This is a core development thread for Charlie. If you are interested in joining at any time, please contact via private message for an invitation.The nights were long whenever she wasn’t working, which was thankfully not all that often. The limited time off she did get however, scarcely was used towards social outings given the line of work she was in required constant socialisation. What she sought, a happy medium, was harder to come by than she’d remembered it being in Australia. Charlie realised that since moving out of the hostel and into the flat, she was left to her own devices more often than she cared to admit was agreeable.
It occurred to her to join a post-shift morning exercise class, force herself to keep up with her regimen, but after a shift of standing and running around Serpentine, she wouldn’t punish herself if her daily jogs were becoming more of a biweekly event. The health issues she’d gone to the doctor about seemed to have disappeared, in spite of spending more time on her feet than resting, as had been suggested. Charlie wrote up her improved health to the copious hamburgers she scoffed down at work. Considering how much meat she had been eating these past few weeks, her iron levels must have rocketed through the roof. (As well as her saturated fat levels, which were starting to show little across her visible hipbones.)
It was because of a burger that she was standing at the ATM. The little hub she’d come across only accepted cash, which she didn’t have on her. Harper Rock was many things, but a safe city for one’s pockets wasn’t one of them. It had been ages since she’d used anything other than her card. Plastic made life so much easier.
Concerned with the transaction, pale screen light casting deep shadows on her tired features, Charlie was unaware of the vampire lying in wait a few metres away from her, determined to turn her into their evening snack. Neither was she aware of the disembodied darkness seeping out from the stormwater drain half a block away, also lured by the promise of dinner.
Pocketing the money, the human faced the empty street and considered the 7/11 across the road. As she came to the conclusion that the convenience store would remain open longer than her burger joint would, a perceptible shift in her periphery field of vision caught her attention. Squinting at the shadows beyond the fluorescent lighting of the store and bank, she barely made out the ghastly silhouette of the quick-moving mass. The monstrous sound it made rattled her bones, blood flushing from her face as she saw what was moving in her general direction.
It occurred to her to join a post-shift morning exercise class, force herself to keep up with her regimen, but after a shift of standing and running around Serpentine, she wouldn’t punish herself if her daily jogs were becoming more of a biweekly event. The health issues she’d gone to the doctor about seemed to have disappeared, in spite of spending more time on her feet than resting, as had been suggested. Charlie wrote up her improved health to the copious hamburgers she scoffed down at work. Considering how much meat she had been eating these past few weeks, her iron levels must have rocketed through the roof. (As well as her saturated fat levels, which were starting to show little across her visible hipbones.)
It was because of a burger that she was standing at the ATM. The little hub she’d come across only accepted cash, which she didn’t have on her. Harper Rock was many things, but a safe city for one’s pockets wasn’t one of them. It had been ages since she’d used anything other than her card. Plastic made life so much easier.
Concerned with the transaction, pale screen light casting deep shadows on her tired features, Charlie was unaware of the vampire lying in wait a few metres away from her, determined to turn her into their evening snack. Neither was she aware of the disembodied darkness seeping out from the stormwater drain half a block away, also lured by the promise of dinner.
Pocketing the money, the human faced the empty street and considered the 7/11 across the road. As she came to the conclusion that the convenience store would remain open longer than her burger joint would, a perceptible shift in her periphery field of vision caught her attention. Squinting at the shadows beyond the fluorescent lighting of the store and bank, she barely made out the ghastly silhouette of the quick-moving mass. The monstrous sound it made rattled her bones, blood flushing from her face as she saw what was moving in her general direction.
