Oct 11, 2019
do you ever get emotionally attached to a character only to have them, of all people, die on you
mm yeah
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do you ever get emotionally attached to a character only to have them, of all people, die on you
mm yeah
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No One Moves, No One Gets Hurt
Business as usual for her Monday night. She had her ass kicking boots on, and was spending her evening solo at one of the more populated vampire bars in the city. Hoping to pick up a very soon-to-be-permanently dead date or two.
Business as usual, indeed. She couldn't say she was getting bored, but it was quickly becoming routine. Though there were enough new bursts of excitement along the way to keep her on her toes, and she was lucky enough to not take on anything she really couldn't handle yet. Theoretically, that was exactly what she should be going after, though.
But for now, a Greyhound and her eyes scanning the room for someone to throw a longing look to. A piece of prey who got their roles for the evening all confused.
Wistfully
"I like the ambience." That's what she would have said if some soul looking to get lucky that night would have asked what a little thing like herself was doing in a bar like this. Not that it was a bad bar. It was a very good bar, one of the few that didn't make her soul want to jump out of her skin and flee upon entry.
And, seeing as this is the bar where Farrah had first taken her, she could also say she liked the crowd. "I like the ambience," would have been the perfect excuse for this girl, who hated bars on principal and shunned senseless, noisy contact. But, maybe she also came here with a hope of seeing her again. A quiet, non-commital, utterly and obnoxiously wistful hope.