Krista Starr (kristastarr) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-08-18 13:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {krista starr, {malcolm tucker |
Characters: Krista Starr and open
When: Saturday evening
Location: Front Parlor Car
Warnings/Rating: None as of right now.
Summary: A vampire drinking some alcohol and enjoying her time while she can move around before the sun comes out.
Status: open, ongoing
Krista wanted to smack a few of the vampires around considering she hated what she was, what they were, and their ability to think they were better than others or at least the ones she dealt with. As far as she was concerned they weren’t better. She was a monster and so weren’t the rest of them. Marcus was always telling her to accept who she was, but she never would because he made her this monster. She was happy to have met John and Sherlock who were working on trying to get a serum like the one she had so she didn’t have to drink blood. No, she didn’t even want to think about what could happen if they couldn’t figure out how to get a serum like this. Part of her hated how she couldn’t be out in the middle of the train because she would have enjoyed meeting some people, but she valued her life more than her social skills. Then again who would want to talk to a monster? Tonight she had a reason for leaving her room and she found herself in the parlor car with a bottle of alcohol. She thought about going to see if she could get a gun range in the back car, but she decided to go for the alcohol instead. Wine was fine when she was around Marcus and those vampires, but she wasn’t a wine drinker unless she had to be. Whiskey along with whatever else she could get her hands on was what she really wanted. Pouring herself some whiskey in a shot glass, she threw it back without even flinching or making a face as the liquid went down her throat. The last time she had drinks like this had been in the bar when she was pissed at herself for what she did and when she almost killed a punk for trying to grab her then almost raping some woman in the alley. Other than that it was always wine. The thought of that caused her to pour some more in a shot glass and toss another back. |