Jenna: What's the topic, again?
J.D.: "A day in the life."
Jenna: Meaning ...?
J.D.: Just blog about a typical day for you.
Jenna: Before or after I became a vampire?
J.D.: Uh ... after would probably be the correct choice seeing as how you are now firmly a vampire in my mind.
Jenna huffs: Which I still don't appreciate, for the record.
J.D: Yeah, yeah.
Jenna glances at the computer screen and hesitates: Is this supposed to be about a day in the novel or a day in your head?
J.D.: Um ... good question. I would would go with a day in the novel since, if you talked about a day in my head, you would be writing about a day in my life as apposed to yours.
Jenna makes a face: But I don't like talking about life as a vampire.
Jesu perks up: Why not?
Jenna glares at Jesu: A little privacy, please?
Jesu mumbles sorry and pretends to watch T.V.
Jenna: Can't someone else do this post? One of the new characters or something?
Seth appears out of nowhere: I'll do it.
J.D.: You most certainly will not.
Seth: But my life is awesome. The gigs, the parties, the groupies ...
Jenna: She only picks on the miserable ones, Seth. You'll see.
J.D.: Hey! I do not. And why are you miserable, Jenna?
Jenna scowls: Like you don't know.
J.D.: Um ... no, I don't know.
Jesu: My guess is she's seen that Amazon Award contest idea in your head.
J.D. blinks: So?
Jesu: So ... she wont even blog about her life, you think she wants everyone reading the novel?
Jenna: You can shut up any time now, Jesu.
J.D., jaw dropped to the floor: Jenna, that can't be true? Why else would I have slaved over the keyboard nearly going crossed-eyed and ripping my hear out over your story if I didn't intend for it to be read by an audience?
Jenna points at Jalmari: That's why.
J.D.: Okay, I admit, Jalmari did practically force me to write it, but it's a great story, Jenna, and people are going to read it, and now we are off subject. Your blog post, please?
Jenna: Fine. Each day I get harassed by a bunch of stuck-up, rude vampires. Then I'm forced to hurt and embarrass myself by practicing my so-called powers. Then I'm forced to drink blood, which makes me do more embarrassing things, things comparable to what a drunk sailor might do. Everyone gets mad at me even though I can't help it and I didn't want to drink the blood in the first place. Then I'm left a lone, hurt, and romantically confused. Oh and the best part? It never, ever stops because we don't sleep.
Jesu quirks a brow: Romantically confused?
Jenna scrunches her nose at Jesu and then storms out of the room.
Jesu, mumbling to himself: Romantically confused.
J.D. pats Jesu on the arm to comfort him: Maybe I should have had an other character do this post.
Seth: It must be her time of the month.
J.D.: Not now, Seth.
Ana walks in: What's wrong with Jenna? I passed her in the hall, she seems upset.
Seth: Miss Obvious joins the conversation.
Ana punches Seth in the arm: If was your fault ....
Seth: What? You'll break my arm?
Ana, grinning: I'd do that anyway.
Seth, laughing: I'd like to see you try.
J.D.: Guys! Can't we ever get through one blog post without me getting a headache?
Seth: Isn't the post technically done? Jenna did state what a typical day is like for her, even if it was layered in sarcasm and not very detailed.
J.D.: Thank you, Seth. So why am I still typing our conversation?
Seth looks at his hands: Oh, sorry, that was me.
J.D. quirks an eyebrow: How the heck did you get control of my hands? Oh gods, that's very bad.
Seth grins and shrugs: I don't know, it just happened.
Jesu: We can all do that when you type. Just, most of us are a little more respectful.
J.D.: You can? Well stop it!
Seth: But this is good stuff, and you don't give me enough lime light as it is.
J.D.: Seth, you don't even have your Greek accent yet, for one. And, two, this post is getting too long any WAY off topic. I demand you stop right no--