Bless your soul Who: Élise & Edward Where: The park When: 11:30pm
Élise was rather enamored of her new dress. She knew it was new because there was minimal staining. God knew where she had stolen it from. She had forgotten the fight that had taken place when she tried to put it on, freshly clean from the river. The silky material did not like to slide onto wet skin as smoothly as the vampire would have it. Her furious impatience had only calmed when she stopped, half-naked, and tried to put her too-big boots on instead. By the time she was finished, her skin had dried, and the dress had slid into place as it should have done previously. She had not noticed.
Now, she was merely entertaining herself. Racing and dancing across the park like a maenad, she stretched her arms to the sky and marvelled at the stars. Her hair had dried in wild blonde tresses that came with a life of their own, made worse by the way she kept tangling her fingers in them. Tugging at one's own hair was painful, she had discovered repeatedly. It did not matter that there was good reason for doing so. A concerned human had tried to stop her, mistaking her for a woman in distress. His shoulder had been dislocated for his efforts while she educated him in what happened when you touched a lady without permission. Shortly after, he had fainted and she had stolen everything in his pockets.
Crouched in the middle of the park like some kind of feral animal, she rifled through her earnings. There was nothing written on this notepad. What was the point in that? There was supposed to be writing so you could read it. By the time she had found the pen, she had already hurled the notepad away. She wanted it back so she could have something to read when she had written it.
A pout formed and her eyebrows began to knit together, her temper rocking in her already poorly-made boat.