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Who: Franklin, Capa, Hayley. [Closed].
What: Not content with hand-outs-that-clot, Franklin searches elsewhere.
Where: Art room.
When: Nighttime.
Note: Forward-dated to Thursday.
Rating: R. Blood and death.
Much longer than that for any actual blood. He had been drinking that disgusting synthetic stuff since his arrival. The exeption being a few swallows from Steph. Only after the lights went down did another creature inform of the actual blood, previously in the kitchens, now with Spike. That was all well and good, but Franklin didn't want to drink from a plasma bag. The Barge was dark, the humans were afraid, and he longed to hunt.
How easy it was to sneak around, silent as the grave. The humans were more like animals now than before. Gone was the petty squabbling and pointless drama. Now it was all survival. Find shelter, hide, and hope the things that go bump in the night stay far away. Starved as he was, he wasn't foolish enough to attack a group. Nor could he enter most of the rooms. He needed to find someone alone…
There. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of someone close by. He followed it, moving quietly, and hid in the darkest shadows. Far too easy. The art room. Young woman, barely more than a child. He waited a few moments, watching. He had to be certain she was not expecting anyone.
What: Not content with hand-outs-that-clot, Franklin searches elsewhere.
Where: Art room.
When: Nighttime.
Note: Forward-dated to Thursday.
Rating: R. Blood and death.
Much longer than that for any actual blood. He had been drinking that disgusting synthetic stuff since his arrival. The exeption being a few swallows from Steph. Only after the lights went down did another creature inform of the actual blood, previously in the kitchens, now with Spike. That was all well and good, but Franklin didn't want to drink from a plasma bag. The Barge was dark, the humans were afraid, and he longed to hunt.
How easy it was to sneak around, silent as the grave. The humans were more like animals now than before. Gone was the petty squabbling and pointless drama. Now it was all survival. Find shelter, hide, and hope the things that go bump in the night stay far away. Starved as he was, he wasn't foolish enough to attack a group. Nor could he enter most of the rooms. He needed to find someone alone…
There. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of someone close by. He followed it, moving quietly, and hid in the darkest shadows. Far too easy. The art room. Young woman, barely more than a child. He waited a few moments, watching. He had to be certain she was not expecting anyone.