[Closed]
Who: Priscilla (yetsleeping) and Rigaldo (silvereyedlion)
When: 3/15, nighttime
Where: In the ruins.
Format: Action
What: Priscilla is in the ruins the clear her head. Rigaldo is in the ruins because he's a creeper. Signal: Run-in.
Warnings: THERE'S NO CAR DX
[She didn't want to be inside. It was that time of night, really - she'd told Helen about it a few days earlier. That time when everyone is asleep except her, and she can't stop her brain from spinning around and... lingering on things. Things she doesn't want to think about. Broken hearts, broken buildings, broken skin and... dead things. Dead father, dead prostitutes, dead assistant, dead friend.]
[It seems like Anatole is getting darker and darker with each passing week, and during the day she can distract herself with construction and with company. But now?]
[Now, it's silent. And she could clear the rubble if she wanted, but for the moment... no. For the moment, she needs cool air and mist and... maybe a little blood.]
[In fact, one could track her through the corpses she leaves behind, the scent of monster blood, the trail of red that drips from the edge of her blade as she moves through the ruins.]
[She, herself, remains immaculately clean.]
When: 3/15, nighttime
Where: In the ruins.
Format: Action
What: Priscilla is in the ruins the clear her head. Rigaldo is in the ruins because he's a creeper. Signal: Run-in.
Warnings: THERE'S NO CAR DX
[She didn't want to be inside. It was that time of night, really - she'd told Helen about it a few days earlier. That time when everyone is asleep except her, and she can't stop her brain from spinning around and... lingering on things. Things she doesn't want to think about. Broken hearts, broken buildings, broken skin and... dead things. Dead father, dead prostitutes, dead assistant, dead friend.]
[It seems like Anatole is getting darker and darker with each passing week, and during the day she can distract herself with construction and with company. But now?]
[Now, it's silent. And she could clear the rubble if she wanted, but for the moment... no. For the moment, she needs cool air and mist and... maybe a little blood.]
[In fact, one could track her through the corpses she leaves behind, the scent of monster blood, the trail of red that drips from the edge of her blade as she moves through the ruins.]
[She, herself, remains immaculately clean.]