charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
"Yeah, sure, if you want five-year-old fucking dried beef," Charlie replied, eyeing the Slim Jims suspiciously. Beef jerky had never been her favorite snack, and the fact that it was in a creepy, leaper-infested convenience store just sealed the deal-- she was not going to be eating them. She preferred the contents of her stomach on the inside, thank-you-very-much. Instead, she shrugged, dusting off her shirt.
"Fucking dammit, stupid piece of shit..." Charlie swore when she realized that the stupid leaper had practically shredded the shoulder of her turtleneck and her jacket. She had no particular attachment to either, but it left visible something she didn't really want anyone to see: a nasty-looking bite scar on the top of her right shoulder, with date hand-tattooed in the middle: 11-4-17. The last thing she wanted to do was tell that story, so she quickly attempted to tug the frayed bits of fabric together and hoped to hell he didn't ask.