I'm not not not nice, I'm a savage Date: July 6th, 2013 Time: 11pm Location: Pier/Docklands Characters: Semira and Seth Description: The Demon who knows she's a Demon meets the Demon who doesn't know he's a Demon. Status: Private, in progress
Semira didn't get out all that often. She had been lying low after disposing of almost all her relatives. There was just the one left, still standing in the way. Evelyn Summers. Little brat was proving a lot more difficult to kill than she had originally thought. But at least her great-great-great times a lot Nephew was dead, that was a big hurtle out of the way. So were the cousins or niece or whatever the other one had been. All in all, Semira could say that she was still on track, and that the whole plan wasn't going too badly.
But laying low and hiding out wasn't her thing, it was Darth Grandpa's M.O. Martijn might be fine with all the scheming and secret meetings but Semira liked a little more destruction. She still had urges, you know. She wasn't completely emotionally dead, aside from a few of the fluffier emotions. So tonight, she'd decided to head out. After putting on something probably not particularly appropriate, she went to a club. It proved to be far less interesting than she really thought it would be, so she didn't stay for very long, and decided to walk around to find something to do instead.
This also proved less fruitful than she would have wanted. Although she had fun terrifying a few men that tried to approach her as she walked, in the dark and very much alone, she still ended up bored and nearing the Docks. Nothing was out at the pier, really. A couple closed stores, a few nice restaurants that were still open. She found herself nearing the more beach-y area, heels clicking softly on the wood below her as she made her way to the railing, a sigh escaping her lips as she leaned against the top rail, staring out at the ocean.