MCA Roof, Monday Morning
It wasn't like April to wake up before two PM if she didn't have to, but her sleep schedule was all off right now, so today she did. She'd actually first woken up around sunrise after falling back asleep in the Preserve, then moved to her apartment to walk Cliff and then sleep some more, and it was almost nine by the time she woke up after that.
That was when she made her way up to the roof with Cliff at her side. April didn't actually mind the smell of motor oil or the hum of woodworking stations that were so pervasive up here; those things combined with the rain and the crisp air (which she wasn't completely dressed for, in a light hoodie and jeans) were just welcome reminders that she was away from the dungeon, she was safe, and she was human. Even if the bite on her neck was still healing, when she had thought that it might have just wiped itself away like it had never been there at all.
Being a vampire had been nothing like April had thought. Disillusionment was a bitch.
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That was when she made her way up to the roof with Cliff at her side. April didn't actually mind the smell of motor oil or the hum of woodworking stations that were so pervasive up here; those things combined with the rain and the crisp air (which she wasn't completely dressed for, in a light hoodie and jeans) were just welcome reminders that she was away from the dungeon, she was safe, and she was human. Even if the bite on her neck was still healing, when she had thought that it might have just wiped itself away like it had never been there at all.
Being a vampire had been nothing like April had thought. Disillusionment was a bitch.
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