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Vaughn Davis (shebringscurses) wrote in bellumlogs,

The elevator mossied it's stainless steel all the way up to the ninth floor. It mastered a lurching pace that seemed to take four times as long as any modern machine of convenience should, but it made it without shutting down completely, so they should both be grateful.

Although VaughnLeah didn't look grateful when the metallic doors peeled open. Slow, ominous. Ding.

Making an appearance like an angel of death, all blister-white and phosphorous blonde. Elegant, but stark-boned countenance downcast, bangs slanting across the pale blasphemy of her eyes. There was an unlit cigarette on her mouth, fixated and filter chewed.

The witch stepped into the elevator with barely a glance for the other woman inside. Vicky should count it as a small blessing, even if it did seem like a dismissive offense.