Melaka Fray (i_grab) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-02-27 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | 21, 24, melaka fray |
slow night (open)
Mel was leaning on a gravestone, the scythe in her hand, one boot touching the stone.
Supposedly there was going to be some lurk action here tonight, but it wasn't doing yet. And Mel was bored. She sort of missed the zombies. Because that? NOT boring.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and the slayer turned her head toward the feeling. She didn't say 'hello' or 'who's there?' or any of that. She just got ready to swing if she had to.
Who hung out at a graveyard after dark, anyway?