MarinaNova Asylum

[For those who are able to sense supernatural beings, they will sense something... different about this guy. He's definitely inhuman, but a vampire? Not quite. Werewolf? No. Somewhere in-between? Well... maybe...? In any case, it might be impossible to pinpoint exactly what he is, but one thing will be for sure:

He hates being here.

In fact, he's having trouble feeling anything except for pure hatred. Hatred at the situation, hatred at what he'd just gone through, hatred at whoever brought him here... Most of all, though, there's the overwhelming hatred at what he is, as well as why he became one to begin with. It's not necessarily towards the very person who changed him, but towards the ones who'd come into the village in the first place.

So, with that mindset going, he's wearing quite a bit of a glare as he walks through his newfound prison. He'll be doing quite a bit of lurking as he attempts to get a complete idea of his current situation, though after some time passes, it will be easier to spot him. Whether it's as he's picking out something else to wear or as he's standing outside one of the many restaurants, he won't be going out of his way to avoid being approached.

Unless he's being spotted during a time he's hanging out in a tree... because then he's trying to avoid talking to anyone.]





((He's what's known as a Jinrou -- basically a fancy word for a rare form of shiki/vampire, though it's been said they're similar to werewolves? Whatever the case, feel free to have your character mistake him for anything along those lines, if they're able to sense supernaturals!

And while he does have a desire for blood, he won't be drinking from anyone...))

Welcome to Day 391. You'll find you have a bit more elbow room today. We cleared out some of your new friends. Their processing isn't complete. Enough about them. Focus on your rehabilitation today. Communicate with each other. Eat your vegetables. Floss.

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Martha had hid in her apartment for a few days. She'd apologized to everyone she had hurt. And now, it was time to brave the world again. That wasn't her original plan. Martha's original plan was to stay in her flat forever, but she was apparently out of practice stockpiling. Besides, there were things to do. So she took a shower, styled her hair, and put on makeup. That would help right.

First on her list of things to do - destroy a camera. That was easy enough though. All it involved was buying a hammer and finding a good cement surface to beat the thing until it was just tiny tiny pieces. When she was done, she swept all the bits up and put it in a bin. Oddly enough, Martha felt lighter after that. Light enough to go about the rest of her daily errands.

Said errands took her to the library for a book or two, the convenience store for more food (she had to restock her stock pile after all), and some of the various shops for sundry items. She tried to avoid people when she could, but it wasn't always possible. Anyone could easily run into her anywhere.