Vaguely the sound of a car engine played over her senses, a quiet purr almost as tires crunched pieces of… God knows what that was scattered across the road. Though she lacked the curiosity to look as she continued walking. The broken bottle had been discarded after it had served it’s purpose. If anything the blonde blended in with exactly the kind of people you would expect to find in a place like this. Shirt torn in places, left sleeve rolled up, right one loosely off her shoulder due to the buttons missing from her previous tangle with the undead.
Dark fabric of her pants was really no better, scuffed at the knees, a patch of skin showing. Not that she realised, or would care even once she did. The back of her hand wiped a piece of tangled hair out of her vision, her mouth felt dry, but combined it all kept her going. Moving forward, if not blindly in her quest for a new destination. Somewhere. Anywhere.
Away.
The voice was what made her turn, expression at first blank, like she was looking through the car as if it didn’t exist. Then she focused. Recognized the woman inside, and promptly rolled her sleeve down to cover the self inflicted wound that was meant to draw out the nearest vampires. It did nothing to conceal it, after all, her shirt was white. Crimson soaked into it like a water to a sponge.
“Julianna, what are you doing here?” Even her surprise was subdued, but she pressed her arm against her side and waved casually with the other. “Oh I’m fine.” The response automatic. “Just out… Patrolling… Are you lost? I’m not good with directions yet for this area.”
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on 2013-12-28 04:08 am (UTC)Dark fabric of her pants was really no better, scuffed at the knees, a patch of skin showing. Not that she realised, or would care even once she did. The back of her hand wiped a piece of tangled hair out of her vision, her mouth felt dry, but combined it all kept her going. Moving forward, if not blindly in her quest for a new destination. Somewhere. Anywhere.
Away.
The voice was what made her turn, expression at first blank, like she was looking through the car as if it didn’t exist. Then she focused. Recognized the woman inside, and promptly rolled her sleeve down to cover the self inflicted wound that was meant to draw out the nearest vampires. It did nothing to conceal it, after all, her shirt was white. Crimson soaked into it like a water to a sponge.
“Julianna, what are you doing here?” Even her surprise was subdued, but she pressed her arm against her side and waved casually with the other. “Oh I’m fine.” The response automatic. “Just out… Patrolling… Are you lost? I’m not good with directions yet for this area.”