Who: Mindy & Jason What: A little help from your friends When: After Ed flames up and Kali shows. Where: The edge of town Rating: TBD Status: Closed / Incomplete
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” the young woman shook her head, her dirty blonde hair flowing in the residual winds of a magically conjured storm. “So much blood...” she spoke non-chalantly, as if completely unaffected by the sight of the crimson liquid which would usually be cause for alarm. A beige high heeled boot covered in golden studs wound it’s way around Jason’s writhing body and then her face suddenly came into sight as she bent down to view him.
She looked so much like Liz, the shape of her face, the shade and texture of her hair, the manner in which she tilted her head so curiously to one side... and yet beyond the striking similarities the details told of differences that told them apart. There was something wild about her. She was younger and her long tear drop shaped nose was spotted with freckles that spread along her cheeks. Her eyes were light in color, a blue shade that sparkled with a similar warmth to Liz’s, but where her’s danced with fire, this young girls seemed some what more menacing, more dangerous as if alive with light... Her lips were thinner, more taught as if an ever-present smirk were plastered upon them. She reached a hand out toward him.
“Does duh wikkle wolfie need help? ...or would ya rather me leave you here like the rest of em?” she asked as her over-sized shirt hung so low her entire bra and mid-rift made it’s way into plain sight. Her multitude of necklaces glinting in the light of the fighting rays of sunlight, Mindy bent her knees which poked out of the holes in her ripped jeans and put herself at Jason's level. "Better question, fuzzy...do you wanna die today?" she asked with a bright smirk.