Hetty might want to draw ponies and shit (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} poniesandshit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2015-06-26 16:18:00 |
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What: Arriving in Lawrence
When: Nowish
Where: That graveyard type place
Warnings: Swearing, and brief mention of death and suicides.
Status: Incomplete
Hetty stood at her window looking down at the chaos below. She wasn't sure what the hell was going on. But, she could tell it wasn't good. People were killing themselves, for seemingly no reason. She couldn't help but remember what Lord Hal had told her about the devil and what had happened with him and that werewolf bitch during the war. Still, this was pretty inconvenient. Humans were her source of blood, and without it. Well, let's just say she didn't relish the idea of being without it. Of being like Hal was now. Or like Mitchell. A sympathiser.
The girl's mouth twisted, as she pulled a cigarette from it's packet, and deposited it between her lips. Lighting it with ease bought from centuries of practice. She eventually realised that she really should get a closer look. With a sigh, she snuffed out the cigarette, and beckoned to the vampires hovering nearby to follow her. As she exited the building, it was even worse from down there, than it was from her window. She grabbed the head of a nearby body, that had obviously thrown itself from the building above.
"Lo que el infierno de mierda está pasando?"
Then, the world around her flickered, slightly. Frowning she looked up to see a graveyard had suddenly appeared nearby. This was beginning to get fucking ridiculous. First, the world had gone mad and started committing suicide. And then, random portals to graveyards appeared. And, she really didn't want to be in a graveyard. Although, apparently she didn't ahve any choice. One minute, it was in forn of her. And, the next she was stood in the middle of it, and the portal back to Bolivia was closing quickly. Too quickly even for her to get through. Wasn't that just bloody fantastic.