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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[lesbeserious]

[well, you might be wandering into range of Roxie Richter, smoking a cigarette and taking photos of the fields. 'sup, how's it going?]

[lesbeserious]

... back away with your feet, hon. With your feet.

[misswexler]

[that is a nice and simple command, and she approves of it. she edges backwards a little, heels digging into the ground and dragging up grooves of dirt]

[lesbeserious]

There we go. Good girl. When was the last time you ate?

[misswexler]

[blank, nigh-uncomprehending stare]

[lesbeserious]

... or drank.

[misswexler]

I don't....

[lesbeserious]

[she miiiight be subtly changing her tone of voice and inflections to try and sound soothing. Which also means her Southern accent's creeping through a little more than it usually does]

... alright, hon, now I'm gonna try and talk you through this, okay? But you have to promise me that you're not gonna freak out.

[misswexler]

[noooooo that is the actual worst do not lull or soothe her, willpower lapses when her hackles aren't chin-height

on the other hand you do get that backing up you requested

and on the not-freaking-out requirement:]

I think I have to go.

[lesbeserious]

[yeah, she's snapping her tone back to normal]

Yeah. You might wanna do that.

[misswexler]

[sort of...hovering for a second

staring at you like a total creeper before vanishing out of immediate eyesight in the corn stalks?]

[lesbeserious]

[... okay. That... okay. Putting her camera in her hoodie pocket and warily turning to leave, holy shit did Roxie Richter actually manage a nonviolent solution to a situation for once?!?]

[misswexler]

[beeeeecause her opponent is out of her mind?

also. when you leave, you may feel that you are being ~watched~

and that your watcher doesn't seem to be receding into the distance]

[lesbeserious]

[yeah, Roxie has (half) ninja-like senses when she bothers to focus them and thiiiiiis is a time to focus them. Raising her voice in response]

You really don't wanna do this, hon. Trust me.

[misswexler]

[nooooo she probably doesn't

but that doesn't mean she's going away

though she may fall back for a little bit, coming more-or-less to her senses, and then edge up again]

[lesbeserious]

[... stopping]

Okay, seriously. We're not gonna go on like this all night. Throw down or back off.