Maia sat on her bed in her new room, reading a book. Everything in the room seemed pretty bare, especially since she just moved in with Charley and his mom. The only thing that really occupied the room at the moment were a few boxes that she had yet to unpack. The walls were her favorite color, though—a nice shade of metallic red. Today was very quiet, it was a Sunday, so that wasn't too surprising. Maia didn't have much to do, though. Reading and taking pictures seemed about it, and she decided she should go for a walk or something, despite how dark it was getting outside. Setting her book down, she slowly pushed herself off her bed and exited the room, walking down the hall and knocking on Charley's bedroom door. Maybe he'd want to come with her, because she didn't want to go alone.
Jerry was now in a different house. Yes, he was back. Yes, he was pissed. They were such idiots, thinking that they could get rid of him. No—he wasn't going to let it happen again. That thought brought a small smirk to the vampire's face, and he leaned back in his armchair, staring at the TV. He didn't know what the hell he was watching, but it didn't matter. He was far too occupied with his thoughts. Before he went out into the neighborhood again—he'd lay low. Bite a few people, strengthen himself more. Then he'd pay a visit to Charley.
I'll play as Peter once I know what your character is doing, if that's alright. c: