08-12-2018, 11:40 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 70%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Strangers seem to be moving in at an alarming rate. Either that or she isn't out enough to get familiar with the other locals. The second option is probably more accurate but whatever, right? If she's out too much, people will try to make friends with her and ask to come over to 'chill' and they'll find out that A) she lives in the abandoned church, B) the church is heavily booby trapped, and C) thousands of dollars worth of history are stored in the private staff bathroom. Don't ask how she smuggled all of it in there; you don't want to know.
Today, Xenia has been out grocery 'shopping'. She's been grocery stealing, okay, and it doesn't bother her one bit. She readjusts the heavy reusable grocery totes lined along her arm. Maybe it bothers her a little bit. When the human version of Xenia was snatching artifacts from her museum job, it was never a big deal. She ran the records. What really came in and out was for her to decide. On paper, everything was where it should be, and it wasn't like it was hurting anyone. Now that she's no longer an upstanding, hard working, humanoid citizen, it's different. The vampire feels awful about it, but she shrugs it off. She's been shrugging it off for months now.
If I just go back to him, he'd understand. He'd help me and everything would be back to normal. I would get my job back and- No. That's not how it works. She mentally kicks herself for going down this train of thought again. Dammit! You have a new life now, Xenia. You can make it work. You don't have a choice.
Speaking of a new life, out of the corner of her eyes, she spots a new friend. "Alex," the woman calls sharply, making her way over to them. She'd smile and wave if she wasn't on high alert, glaring daggers at the stranger. "Who is this?" Her grip around the bag's handles tightens. If the stranger is to attack, she plans to drop one armful and swing the other heavier bag at them, all the while using her other hand to pull one of the few sharp knives from her thick army coat. While they're dazed from the impact, she'll deliver a kick to the legs and meet them on the ground, knife in hand against their neck.
If you can't tell, she's a tad bit tense.
Today, Xenia has been out grocery 'shopping'. She's been grocery stealing, okay, and it doesn't bother her one bit. She readjusts the heavy reusable grocery totes lined along her arm. Maybe it bothers her a little bit. When the human version of Xenia was snatching artifacts from her museum job, it was never a big deal. She ran the records. What really came in and out was for her to decide. On paper, everything was where it should be, and it wasn't like it was hurting anyone. Now that she's no longer an upstanding, hard working, humanoid citizen, it's different. The vampire feels awful about it, but she shrugs it off. She's been shrugging it off for months now.
If I just go back to him, he'd understand. He'd help me and everything would be back to normal. I would get my job back and- No. That's not how it works. She mentally kicks herself for going down this train of thought again. Dammit! You have a new life now, Xenia. You can make it work. You don't have a choice.
Speaking of a new life, out of the corner of her eyes, she spots a new friend. "Alex," the woman calls sharply, making her way over to them. She'd smile and wave if she wasn't on high alert, glaring daggers at the stranger. "Who is this?" Her grip around the bag's handles tightens. If the stranger is to attack, she plans to drop one armful and swing the other heavier bag at them, all the while using her other hand to pull one of the few sharp knives from her thick army coat. While they're dazed from the impact, she'll deliver a kick to the legs and meet them on the ground, knife in hand against their neck.
If you can't tell, she's a tad bit tense.
I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!
★ i know what you've done ★