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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The jump had been priceless. She'd never get over that. It was one of the grand things about being undead. She liked to watch people get scared. She was mostly harmless, and she'd never really hurt someone without reason, but people were afraid of things in the dark that appeared and said boo. The logic never failed. Jay was another notch in her lipstick case (if she had it) on the record of people scared.

"Sorry," she said in that dull, flat monotone that she wore so well. She did not sound insincere, just...emotionless. Everything came out as fact with her. "I was trying to scare you just a little bit, but not kill you. You're human, and you're a decent enough sort of person. No reason to kill you."

In the dim light from the fire and in the darkness, it was easy to mistake Laura for beautiful. She had far more color, for one thing; she wasn't that stark pale with dark hair and eyes. Things were more subtle, and while she was pale in the darkness, it was striking instead of creepy. More white, less gray. And there was an intensity in her eyes. Still, she tried her hardest not to stare. Not blinking was bad enough.

Stuffing her hands into the pockets in the front of her hoodie, Laura looked down at the ground and kicked it slightly. "The beer should be good, but it's not cold. It's room temperature at best. Sorry about that. The thought's there, though, and it's probably the coldest beer you'll find in the whole town. It was kept in the dark all day. There's no refrigeration, though. No electricity."