Who: Robin and Anita Where: Archery Field When: Early morning What: A good spar Rating: PG-13 (For potty mouth)
So she was in a new place, and not by her own volition. Sadly, this wasn't new to her. At least she wasn't being threatened. Well not seriously. Some girl who was all overly romantic about her vampire lover. He was just as bad. She'd called Anita jaded and she was. the problem was she saw all the 'what are the chances' scenarios. When people lamented 'what are the chances?' of bad things happening, she saw it. She knew what the chances were. She also knew that when you let emotions cloud your thoughts 24/7 you ended up dead. Usually after watching the person you were emotionally involved with get eviscerated. If she was honest with herself, this was kind of helpful. There was some white goat shit going down and Richard and Jean-Claude were no where to be found. So at least she didn't have to deal with that drama. It felt odd though, not having that mental connection to the two. It felt like she lost an arm or something. Probably not a good sign that she was needing that connection. She knew Richard wanted normalcy and so did she. But, she was learning that there was no hope for that in her life.
Getting all those thoughts out and cleared away as she ran was a good thing. There were few guests around and those that did catch sight of her were scared off. Part of the reason she'd worn the yoga pants and sleeveless T. Nothing like a few scars and burns to freak out the humans. The lovely cross scar on her arm typically had them freaking out that she was vampire. It was really nothing more than some vampire's idea of a funny joke. She took his head. There. Even. An unpleasant smile graced her lips as she came to a slow and then stop at the archery grounds. Checked her pulse and wished she'd brought a water bottle. Oh yeah, running with weapons probably didn't help the guests feel any better. She unloaded her sword and a few knives before stretching out.