late vampire post, hello

[misswexler]

[Caroline has been trying to avoid the populated areas of camp and keep to the cornfields or otherwise....people-empty spaces. Everything is a little too loud, pressing in on her, a jangling awareness of people who get too close consuming her attention - their pulse, their smell, their footsteps. In a word, she's twitchy

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[ladycoderring]

...Caroline?

[misswexler]

[jerks back like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar]

[ladycoderring]

You said you want me to go.

[this is almost but not quite a question]

[misswexler]

No, I -

I said you should go.

[now trying to widen her personal bubble to account for DANGER ZONE.]

[ladycoderring]

Do you still think so?

[misswexler]

Yes. [her answer is instant and very certain.]

[ladycoderring]

Then we should probably... actually do that.

[misswexler]

Okay.

[it's kind of a whisper, but she falls back, just...staring at you. as you go. like a creeper.]

[ladycoderring]

[this is such an awkward walkaway]

[misswexler]

[this is such a creepy stare.

and she can sense you getting further away from her on every level - feel your heartbeat fading, your warmth receding, your scent is a trail rather than a presence - and some cold little knot inside her doesn't like it at all.]

Emily. [said softly. if you don't hear her, it's over, you'll go, if you do...]

[ladycoderring]

[well, it's not exactly clear if she heard that, though she hesitates and... looks like she almost glances back, but after a second just keeps walking]

[misswexler]

[FFFFFFFFF]

Emily!

[ladycoderring]

[fine! stops and slowly turns]

[misswexler]

[welp, she is right behind you so enjoy that experience]

[ladycoderring]

Oh! Um...

[misswexler]

[hi, were you enjoying that personal space previously? well you can't have it back]

I don't want you to go.