dori_bell: (red hat)
Dorothy Bell ([personal profile] dori_bell) wrote in [community profile] birthright_rpg 2014-04-28 02:40 pm (UTC)

That pleased her.

Dori watched the girl for a moment. She wore headphones so she was less aware of her environment, and she was deep into the pages of a thick paperback. That wasn’t why she appealed to Dori, and she wasn’t sick from some terminal affliction. It would be difficult to explain, but Dori detected sourness in the set of her mouth and shoulders, a kind of disdain for her surroundings that made it easier to excuse her from the mortal coil. Life, big brother would claim, was a gift even at its worst. It was too quickly snuffed to take for granted. Dori had ushered off people who would’ve loved another week, day, or hour because they recognized that. So she had come to believe that behaving otherwise was tacky.

She turned to the vampire and issued instructions.

“Hold her arms from behind. I’ll do the rest.”

She looked up and down the block. There was no one around. Letting go of his fingers, she began to walk in the girl’s direction like a fellow traveler just waiting for the bus.

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