Who: Melinda and Millicent When: late friday night/early saturday morning Where: starting at Millie's flat, then downtown London, then some random forest. What: going hunting. Warnings: Violence.
Melinda got dressed and left behind her heavy winter cloak for the black knee-length trench coat. Much more practical for hunting, not to mention more badass. Melinda liked feeling like something out of a wireless drama okay, and anyone who wanted to question her was likely not in a position to do so. She put the sign on her door to let anyone who came know that she wasn't there (her parents would assume she was working and not want to know, Marek knew she'd intended to go exploring and...well, no one gave a shit what Marina might think).
She turned on the spot and appeared outside Millicent's door in Glasgow. She knocked sharply on the door, producing a hairtie from her pocket and putting her hair up as she waited. It occurred to her she might like gloves...well, whatever, she'd dealt with worse than cold hands. And there was a chance any gloves she wore were just going to get messy anyway. Her hands were easier to clean.