08-14-2018, 09:03 PM
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what he's saying is that he'd put his lowball estimate of residents of san creado at about three-dozen. pretty high number, huh?
with such a high population, it was astounding that he could memorize the basic schedules of a good chunk of the residents, especially ones who kept themselves outside the public eye as much as a certain catheryn did. so it was really incredible that, once he got bored feeding fries to some surprisingly nocturnal seagulls, he could walk into a certain diner and oh hey cat wasn't in her usual spot that was really odd surely there must be some reason as to why she is not in the office but rather out in the dining room itself talking to a girl and
oh it was because she was talking to a girl that was probably the reason why. while she wasn't someone who he recognized, marko figured it was entirely possible she was the thirty-seventh civilian living in san creado (at least, according to his estimates), seeing as they really did have people moving in for some bizarre reason. he'd seen it happen in michael's case, after all. and if he thought michael was hot enough to be curious enough to decide to drive down a convoluted plan to seduce and then turn him, then maybe cat was on a similar wavelength.
she probably wasn't, he realized, seeing as they were entirely different people who functioned entirely differently down to just about everything besides the fact that they both just so happened to be vampires.
even so, marko had to say something. "hey, cat, who's this chick, what brings her to town?" is what he decided upon, entirely unaware that that's pretty much exactly what cat herself said. maybe they functioned more similarly than he thought.
what he's saying is that he'd put his lowball estimate of residents of san creado at about three-dozen. pretty high number, huh?
with such a high population, it was astounding that he could memorize the basic schedules of a good chunk of the residents, especially ones who kept themselves outside the public eye as much as a certain catheryn did. so it was really incredible that, once he got bored feeding fries to some surprisingly nocturnal seagulls, he could walk into a certain diner and oh hey cat wasn't in her usual spot that was really odd surely there must be some reason as to why she is not in the office but rather out in the dining room itself talking to a girl and
oh it was because she was talking to a girl that was probably the reason why. while she wasn't someone who he recognized, marko figured it was entirely possible she was the thirty-seventh civilian living in san creado (at least, according to his estimates), seeing as they really did have people moving in for some bizarre reason. he'd seen it happen in michael's case, after all. and if he thought michael was hot enough to be curious enough to decide to drive down a convoluted plan to seduce and then turn him, then maybe cat was on a similar wavelength.
she probably wasn't, he realized, seeing as they were entirely different people who functioned entirely differently down to just about everything besides the fact that they both just so happened to be vampires.
even so, marko had to say something. "hey, cat, who's this chick, what brings her to town?" is what he decided upon, entirely unaware that that's pretty much exactly what cat herself said. maybe they functioned more similarly than he thought.
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