Graveyard, Saturday Night
Lenore was cursing herself for being such a fucking cliche as she perched on top of a tombstone, drumming her heels impatiently against the marble.
So it was a cliche: The vampire hanging out in a graveyard. But she still hadn't figured out where she was, and graveyards tended to be a good place to get a bead on a the supernatural culture of a town. She'd hang out here, see who else wandered in.
Besides. Everyplace else she went reeked of living people. She normally didn't have a problem staying dry, but it was better she not challenge herself too much.
[OOC: Open graveyard!]
So it was a cliche: The vampire hanging out in a graveyard. But she still hadn't figured out where she was, and graveyards tended to be a good place to get a bead on a the supernatural culture of a town. She'd hang out here, see who else wandered in.
Besides. Everyplace else she went reeked of living people. She normally didn't have a problem staying dry, but it was better she not challenge herself too much.
[OOC: Open graveyard!]