calling out your name again, sinner [active/closed]

[squishyarms]

Characters: Riza Wildman, Tatsuki Arisawa
Content: Riza waits for Tatsuki to show up after offering her safe haven.
Location: Riza's hotel at 28th and 5th.
Time of Day: Afternoon
Warnings: Maybe some racism against vampires? Probably? I don't know.

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[valetudochamp]

All in all, yesterday had really turned out to be a shitty day.

Sure, she really could, and should, have handled the situation better, but no matter how clear hindsight was, it didn't change who was at fault. That rotten little brat thought she could just up and take an innocent little kid's blood. Fuck if Tatsuki was about to have that.

The end, though, was still that she couldn't protect Fletcher. She couldn't be trusted to. So it was best for both of them that she leave.

She was still a bit lightheaded from the now-wrapped wound on her wrist, so she had been careful to avoid the crabs rather than just beat the crap out of them like she'd have preferred. Following the signs, she came to the intersection of 28th and 5th. Good, she thought. Should be near here. She spotted a doorway, through which she saw a young, red-haired woman. Was this Riza? Only one way to find out. She approached the doorway.

"Riza-san?"

[squishyarms]

Oh, good. She didn't have trouble finding the place. Ugh, but that name was too formal. "It's just Riza," she told Tatsuki, giving the girl a once over. "That from one of them?" she asked, looking at the wrappings on her companion's wrist and not waiting for an answer. "Come on. Let's get to my room. We're sitting ducks out here."

A stupid question crossed her mind as she started walking off in the direction of her room. "They didn't follow you, did they?"

[valetudochamp]

"Riza, right." It was sort of comforting, not having to be too formal, but it threw Tatsuki off a little all the same. She answered as she followed Riza. "I did it myself. It's a long story."

If anyone had followed, then word would have gotten around pretty damn fast. "It was just the one. She wasn't really moving much after she stabbed herself." Or before, really.

[squishyarms]

"Huh?" It struck her as a little weird that she'd actually cut herself. Some vamps got uncontrollable just at the sight of blood, and Riza didn't put it past any of the ones here to be different. But she shook her head. It wasn't important.

"It's never just one. There's at least three here. And I bet word's already out." It wasn't something she liked saying, but it was true, if she knew vampires. "You might have to lay low for a while."