07-15-2018, 05:17 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 70%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"] For a creature that doesn't benefit much from sleeping, she's awfully tired. Completely beat. Even more exhausted than she ever was before she was turned. She could use a death sleep right now, but, y'know....yeah. It's hard to get some rest when all you can think about is your insatiable thirst for blood. Having tens of thousands of dollars worth of stolen artifacts in your basement ("weaponry") doesn't really help either.
So yeah, she's got some yucky stuff on her plate, but that won't stop her from having a good time with her friends! Maybe.
Equipped with two daggers at her waist and probably many more in other places, the vampiric woman seemingly appears. She dresses in dark, lightweight clothing (other than the long, thick overcoat she wears to not only conceal more daggers but also to keep warm) on this particular night, which isn't out of the ordinary. No more preppy pantsuits for this ex-curator. She needs something quiet. Swift. Something conducive to activities such as hunting humans to feast off of. When you don't trust blood from any source but the vein, it can get a little rough.
"Is this what we're doing now?" she questions the group, finding a sturdy place at the base of the coaster to plant her heeled boot and pulling her way up one step at a time. "Humans could be watching us." Everything about her reeks of suspicion. The woman is a cautious tactician whose eyes flit around the ground now so far below and scan the skyline with urgency. Her voice is cold and scratchy (the thick coat also conceals a bag of cherry coughdrops) and her tone is equally unfriendly. She speaks as if she's been dead for a thousand years, not just five. "I don't like it."
Her name is Xenia, and she wasn't always like this. Not everyone is born edgy. Some just grow into it; others have scars on their necks.
So yeah, she's got some yucky stuff on her plate, but that won't stop her from having a good time with her friends! Maybe.
Equipped with two daggers at her waist and probably many more in other places, the vampiric woman seemingly appears. She dresses in dark, lightweight clothing (other than the long, thick overcoat she wears to not only conceal more daggers but also to keep warm) on this particular night, which isn't out of the ordinary. No more preppy pantsuits for this ex-curator. She needs something quiet. Swift. Something conducive to activities such as hunting humans to feast off of. When you don't trust blood from any source but the vein, it can get a little rough.
"Is this what we're doing now?" she questions the group, finding a sturdy place at the base of the coaster to plant her heeled boot and pulling her way up one step at a time. "Humans could be watching us." Everything about her reeks of suspicion. The woman is a cautious tactician whose eyes flit around the ground now so far below and scan the skyline with urgency. Her voice is cold and scratchy (the thick coat also conceals a bag of cherry coughdrops) and her tone is equally unfriendly. She speaks as if she's been dead for a thousand years, not just five. "I don't like it."
Her name is Xenia, and she wasn't always like this. Not everyone is born edgy. Some just grow into it; others have scars on their necks.
I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!
★ i know what you've done ★