InsaneJournal

Annabelle enjoyed being able to walk the streets freely, and without worry. If she pleased, her arm could even be shown and she could easily get more respect she deserved. Alas, she was out in public and that meant a small chance of running into someone. So, dark red satin gloves hit her elbows but were mostly hidden by a light coat. Not only did she want to protect herself from the rain, but also the people that had no idea how filthy and gross their blood actually was. That thought made Annabelle cringe and double check to make sure that her arms were actually protected.

When she looked up from her hands, her eyes caught a very blonde and very familiar woman caught her eye. A small grin and she crossed over to make sure they did run into each other. It would be much better that way. Right when the shoulders "accidentally" touched, Annabelle couldn't help but cringe a little. The jacket would probably have to be burned, but that was alright.

"Pardon moi, Madame." It was easy to slip back into French when she needed to. Especially when talking to old classmates. Annabelle couldn't help to speak the others original language, just to lull her into a state of safety. Not yet, their plan wasn't ready and there were far too many witnesses.