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Selene (bulletsandblood) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-18 08:56:00

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!dropped, day 16, location: museum, rorschach, selene

Who: Selene and OTA.
What: Testing the vampire's hunger.
Where: Museum rooftop, then wandering.
When: Day 16; dawn, or about 6:30 am.
Rating: PGish? At least at the moment.
Status: Complete.

Her intent had been to climb to the top of the clock tower and see what could be seen. If the town was so small, surely she would be able to see all sides of the glass prison from that height. But the smell and sound of mortals kept her away. After the trying day she had had, she had absolutely no desire to deal with anyone new, particularly at night. Those unnaturally blue eyes of hers were likely to spark suspicion much easier at night than in the daytime after all. So she fell back on her second plan, which was to explore the museum in search of some sort of weapon, preferably a decent blade. Again, the presence of several mortals frustrated her. The building was of good size and she probably could have managed sneaking around just fine but she felt it wisest to exert caution. That, and several centuries of avoiding mortals was a hard habit to break. The forest was deemed too dangerous when she had no idea the wildlife that could be lurking and so the vampire silently scaled the building to hide herself on the rooftop. Not an ideal place, true enough, but it was a hard to reach location and on the off chance any lycans appeared they would not be able to sneak up on her there.

Selene tucked herself away behind a few air vents and what had once been either a large heating or air conditioning unit, and that was where she awoke only a few hours later. She could feel warmth against her face and as she cracked open her eyes she gave a rather feral hiss at the sky. One hand yanked the collar of her trench up over her face as her body curled up tight, back pressing firm against the metal behind her. Blasted sun. But after a few minutes she uncurled, remembering that such light could no longer harm her, even if she was on some other planet, or whatever the Doctor had told her. The thought made her wake up more and she slowly sat up, yawning wide. Right. It wasn't just a ridiculously horrible dream. As she stretched out one leg her boot connected with something soft and she quickly drew her leg back, wide awake in an instant. Now what? "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." She reached out with one hand to pick up the blood bag even as she looked around and spied others. A reflexive sniff told her nothing so she carefully tore open a corner and dipped two fingers in, then angrily tossed the bag aside. She didn't need to taste the liquid, it was far too thin a consistency and lacked the tell-tale scent of blood, even synthetic.

"Fucking bastards!" The vampire reluctantly licked her fingers clean, not wanting to wipe them on her coat now that she had finally gotten all the dried blood from the first experiment off her clothes, and got up. First they smeared blood all over her clothes, then they stuck her in a room with a cut-up mortal and a bag of real blood, and now they were blatantly taunting her. It wasn't right. She only had so much control; eventually the bloodlust would win out, even if her body wasn't to the point where she needed the blood. Making her way to the edge of the rooftop, Selene hopped over the side with barely a glance, landing on the ground on her feet easily and relatively quietly. She needed to finish exploring the town. Maybe find that pharmacy Gambit mentioned, or the gas station. Those places sold pocketknives and the like sometimes. Anything to keep her mind off temptation.

What was it she said the day before? The sheep don't invite the wolf in for the night? It was starting to feel like far too accurate a statement.

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bulletsandblood
2009-07-28 11:12 pm UTC (link)

Perhaps paranoia was all it was. It certainly made sense for her to be paranoid in this strange place, not counting the sunlight she could presently feel beating down on her. That... that sensation alone would likely take weeks or months if not longer to adjust to. After so many centuries with the feeling absent, relegated to being something that only caused fear, a simple transition was not likely to happen. And this was most certainly not an ideal place for her to relearn what it was like to walk among the world in daylight. She was willing to chalk it up to that, but after a minute or two the spot between her shoulder blades itched and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed, watched. Selene was a Death Dealer -- a hunter -- and she knew that feeling well, even if she was more used to causing it than experiencing it herself.

She made it around to the street, the gas station in sight a little ways down, before she couldn't take it any longer. If she was home, in familiar territory, she wouldn't have hesitated to put her heightened abilities to use to either hide herself or turn things around on whoever was following her. But here she was quite uncertain just who or what else was trapped as well. And if she was attempting to pass as a simple human, as she was assuming - hoping - most the other captives were, she couldn't be disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye because that was simply how fast she was capable of moving. It left her little options.

Stopping abruptly, she spun on her heel to look behind her, eyes narrowing as she scanned every inch of what she could see. It took effort not to reach for one of her empty holsters. "Who's there? Show yourself!" she snapped, feeling anxious even as she made the demands. If it truly was all her imagination she was going to feel foolish later, but there were worse things to feel.

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walters_journal
2009-07-29 04:03 am UTC (link)

Rorschach held his breath. The woman's senses, like his own, were very sharp. Perhaps... no, definitely, more so than his own. He gritted his teeth, his expression stony under his shifting mask. The vigilante would have to reveal himself, it appeared. She was onto him, and it could be dangerous to remain hidden after she'd called him out. Silently, he emerged, a diminutive but nevertheless hulking figure in his boots, trenchcoat, and fedora. His mask, as always, was the haunting finish to his distinctive costume. Rorschach was a hero, after all. Rorschach was a force of justice.

"Hope you don't mind," he said in his signature gravelly monotone, addressing the girl about twenty feet away from him. "Am member of night watch. Is duty to make sure that glass cage safe for people inside. No one else will. Is duty. Are you... new?" Rorschach had an odd way of speaking. Since the tone of his voice changed so seldom, his questions were posed by putting a slight pause before the last word in the sentence. It threw a lot of people off.

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bulletsandblood
2009-07-29 04:36 am UTC (link)

When a figure finally came out of the shadows Selene stiffened, immediately sizing him up. The mask was what she found most peculiar. She couldn't say she'd seen many people wearing masks of any sort, outside of parties and some modern holidays. And that was only if she'd actually been in the city long enough to notice such things.

"Keeping the cage safe? Seems it'd be better to try and get out, wouldn't it?" It pained her just to say the word 'cage' as she would much rather associate it with werewolves than herself. His manner of speaking didn't really throw her off that much, if anything it was his words. "I suppose I'm new, unfortunately." While he wasn't doing anything to her Selene was reluctant to let down her guard. He had been following her, after all, and that didn't set well with the vampire. Especially not in this strange place.

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walters_journal
2009-07-30 04:50 am UTC (link)

Rorschach's mask was peculiar. The shifting inkblot pattern was his namesake, and its lack of humanity and expression was unnerving to many. Much about Rorschach was unnerving. The sociopathic man had an agenda he adored pushing, and when people got caught in the crossfire, they were often subjected, firsthand, to his brisk never compromise, even in face of Armageddon speech. If they were lucky, and Rorschach had subdued them enough to feel smug and safe, he might even subject them to a lecture on masked avengers.

"Have tried to get out. Going over. Tunneling under. No good." Rorschach relaxed slightly, slipping his gloved hands into his trench coat's deep pockets. "Out late," he observed. "Wonder why you aren't asleep on floor in building, like most others."

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bulletsandblood
2009-07-30 03:29 pm UTC (link)

His comments about trying to get out set a frown on her face, though she managed to keep back a sigh. There had to be some way out. It just didn't make sense to her for there not to be. But she certainly had no answers. Her attempt to penetrate the glass had failed as well. At the comment about being out late part of her almost wanted to chuckle. It was both late and early, really, and she was most used to settling down for the day at such a time than being up and around. "I'm not much for sleeping on floors, really." Not that a roof was much better, though she had felt safer. "I thought it might be a good time to look around, while the place is quiet." She refrained from commenting that she wasn't like most others, doubting it was particularly wise.

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