Έρις (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} empusai) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-04-25 16:30:00 |
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Tuesday; December 25 2007
Who: Aveira and Irei (LOL sorry this took FOREVER)
When: Evening
Where: Medical Pavilion/surrounding areas
What: Aveira, "shiny and new" is nom noming, but isn't very careful
Warning: Not a very vegetarian friendly start D:
Christmas, falalalala-blahblahblahblah. Bitter. That's how Aveira felt. Even more so than the droplets of blood that remained on her plump lips. She let the remnants of ruby red rest there for a moment before she caught the droplets with her tongue preventing a mess on her chin. A good Christmas gift would be a fucking upgrade of the blood at the Medical Pavilion.
The holidays back home used to be spent with her buddies. They would play beer pong until they passed out or were called for duty. She chuckled for a moment. Wow, how mature. They still were good at what they did though.
But that was the past. This was now. She was a human back then. The vampire was always trying to fix things but now she didn't believe that was her responsibility. After all, there was a council for that. They were trying to fix little boo boos like a dangerous psychopath running around. Hmm, she could help with that couldn't she? She had a good eye for the suspicious.
But, she didn't want to.
She spent several weeks cooped up in her cottage once a few pictures of her friends fell to her feet when she was re-arranging her bedroom. They were swatted by the virus like flies and Rick, the only other person she gave a damn about slightly higher than what she considered to be a friend, was probably dead too. In her world, the reason why one behaved was because they believed they had to be a role model to someone either spiritually or in real life.
What a shame. This didn't apply for her. As far as she knew it, everyone she gave a damn about was deceased. As far as spirituality went-fuck it.
Lighting up a cigarette and only glancing at her scarred arms for a millisecond, she caught sight of a squirrel playing mindlessly by itself. Grinning she waited for it to near escape into the bushes before she actually used her hyped up speed to grasp the poor creature. It's frightened eyes glanced at her with helpless curiosity. Without a thought, Aveira took out her switchblade and silenced its small squeals.
It didn't take long to empty the blood out from the squirrel and when done, she tossed the carcass into the bushes and took out a cloth to wipe her blade clean. Turning her attention back to her cigarette, she continued to walk on. Of course, since it was Christmas and she sensed no one was around, she didn't think anyone saw her little deed.
Now it was worth at least whistling a Christmas carol. A graceful pitch of "Silent Night" eased through her satisfied lips
Who: Aveira and Irei (LOL sorry this took FOREVER)
When: Evening
Where: Medical Pavilion/surrounding areas
What: Aveira, "shiny and new" is nom noming, but isn't very careful
Warning: Not a very vegetarian friendly start D:
Christmas, falalalala-blahblahblahblah. Bitter. That's how Aveira felt. Even more so than the droplets of blood that remained on her plump lips. She let the remnants of ruby red rest there for a moment before she caught the droplets with her tongue preventing a mess on her chin. A good Christmas gift would be a fucking upgrade of the blood at the Medical Pavilion.
The holidays back home used to be spent with her buddies. They would play beer pong until they passed out or were called for duty. She chuckled for a moment. Wow, how mature. They still were good at what they did though.
But that was the past. This was now. She was a human back then. The vampire was always trying to fix things but now she didn't believe that was her responsibility. After all, there was a council for that. They were trying to fix little boo boos like a dangerous psychopath running around. Hmm, she could help with that couldn't she? She had a good eye for the suspicious.
But, she didn't want to.
She spent several weeks cooped up in her cottage once a few pictures of her friends fell to her feet when she was re-arranging her bedroom. They were swatted by the virus like flies and Rick, the only other person she gave a damn about slightly higher than what she considered to be a friend, was probably dead too. In her world, the reason why one behaved was because they believed they had to be a role model to someone either spiritually or in real life.
What a shame. This didn't apply for her. As far as she knew it, everyone she gave a damn about was deceased. As far as spirituality went-fuck it.
Lighting up a cigarette and only glancing at her scarred arms for a millisecond, she caught sight of a squirrel playing mindlessly by itself. Grinning she waited for it to near escape into the bushes before she actually used her hyped up speed to grasp the poor creature. It's frightened eyes glanced at her with helpless curiosity. Without a thought, Aveira took out her switchblade and silenced its small squeals.
It didn't take long to empty the blood out from the squirrel and when done, she tossed the carcass into the bushes and took out a cloth to wipe her blade clean. Turning her attention back to her cigarette, she continued to walk on. Of course, since it was Christmas and she sensed no one was around, she didn't think anyone saw her little deed.
Now it was worth at least whistling a Christmas carol. A graceful pitch of "Silent Night" eased through her satisfied lips