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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

A mild sense of shock passed over the pale woman when he reacted. Someone else who knew how ti fight? That didn't bode very well. She wasn't used to facing people in readied one-on-one combat, and she hoped that it wasn't a tradition that she had to start. Her dark, deep eyes stayed locked on him. What was he going to do? Was he going to make a move? He didn't seem very threatening, but he had mostly caught her by surprise. She wasn't very used to people being out and about at night. This was an exception to the rule.

When the man relaxed, Laura also let her guard down a bit. She stood up straight, her shoulders slightly slumped. In the moonlight she seemed to glow with a luminescence almost all her own; the faintest glow in the darkness really set her in sharp contrast to all that went on around her. She did not understand, however, how he could relax quite that much. This place was dark, and it was wholly sinister. Nothing good would come of this captivity. Still, perhaps she would begin to accept that she was not the only nocturnal thing; Laura Moon was not all that went bump in the night. That left a bad taste in her mouth.

"Pretty good? I'd like to think that I am exceptional. I am super fast and super strong." The accent struck her as funny. She had never really heard an accent until after her death. People were, generally, very plain in Indiana. "There aren't lots of people out prowling at this time of night. As far as I knew there was only me. That is why your presence took me so off guard."

She did not bother to ask him what he was doing out at night. That, she thought, was really none of her business. Still, she was interested by him. It was odd for her to see much of anyone. A hand slid back through her hair and she looked up at the sky. It looked peaceful tonight despite the faint gloom. Was it always gloomy here?