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 Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 3:44 pm
Zia was a texting machine on a regular day and since becoming unemployed she had become ten times more obnoxious and very, very interested in what people in her address book were eating for lunch from where and did it taste amazing and how about that weather, huh and did you catch The Voice last night?
Useless blather that resulted from that awkward time between waking up and waiting for the sun to go down so she could go out on patrol.
But since New Years her texts had become peppered with odd complaints about stray cats and shitty roommates using up resources and snacks that were never elaborated on too much or interest was lost.
Until today, when she got tired of knocking on the front door and just helped herself inside to flop dramatically on the nearest sofa, all while wailing her boisterous announcement of her own arrival.
"I needed to get the hell out of my apartment," She said, rolling over to mash her face into a cushion.
It wasn't entirely for escape. If it was, there were easier places to flee to than the Gallo home, and she had gotten the impression they needed to talk about powered things for some reason or another. Or just talk, considering they hadn't actually done so face to face since the awkwardness from last time.
But she still needed out of her apartment for the day before she repaid the claw marks on her hands and arms to the dumb, furry creatures in kind.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:45 am
Paris wasn’t home, which was the perfect indication as to why the door was unlocked and anyone could just walk in… once they got past the gate of course. And while Chris was aware enough of Zia’s arrival via text to buzz her in when she’d arrived at the end of the long drive, he knew that if Paris ever found out he’d left the door unlocked, she’d probably have a panic attack. It was probably a good idea that he sent Paris a text as well to not freak out if anything was out of place when she returned.
The whole reason behind them living outside the city in such a secluded, old, hand-me-down mansion of sorts was to stay as removed from any ‘powered’ business as possible. Of course, the house itself was nothing ridiculously grand to Chris’s standards, but he supposed someone not used to the lifestyle he was born into might find it a bit extravagant. Zia, of course, had lived next to him for years, so this should be nothing new, aside from the house itself which had been under renovation for the past year, finished only a few months prior.
Anna noticed the presence of another person first and bound down the stairs, tail wagging in excitement, and flopped onto the ground in front of Zia to wiggle around on her back, obviously expecting pets and love and wonderful things. Chris was next to appear, making his way into the living room that was directly in front of the foyer, shaking his head in exasperation at his dog. Some guard dog…
But the look didn’t last long and instead settled into a somewhat wary smile in Zia’s direction. “Hey,” he greeted, pausing to lean over the back of a tall upholstered chair just across from Zia’s couch of choice. “Well, you’re welcome to stay however long you want. Did you want anything? Coffee? Paris made tiny cheese cakes on sticks dipped in chocolate. They’re delicious,” he tempted, but not to the point where he’d be pressuring her. “How have you been?” he added, glad to see she was still in one piece.
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 1:18 pm
The extravagance barely registered on Zia's radar. In a world where the house she had grown up in was a stodgy old retirement home, resided in and ruled by her 80-something father and she had sought recent refuge with her mother who made coaching people through over indulgence an art and a business, the only thing the Gallo home had to offer was novelty and unfamiliarity.
Something she would have gladly explored if she didn't have more self centered motivations.But even that couldn't keep her headspace for long when she saw Anna and Zia melted to the floor with a sustained and high pitched whine.
"Annaaaaabeeeeeell," She wailed, doting on the dog with both hands.
She still hadn't gotten over losing Harley. Dogs were difficult.
She managed to upright herself on the floor, one hand working her fingers around the back of Anna's ears as she huffed. "One of my Negaverse officers purified. No, two of them. It's like they both got hit in the head and then morphed into my couch and one was my brother's busboy and two amnesiac twenty something guys eat so many groceries, Chris, it's been really difficult."
Another pained whine escaped, but that was because she was making more eye contact with the dog than Chris.
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