Having been assigned a room, Cordelia had decided it was time to visit this place - afterall she had been 'chosen' for it. She was trying to remain positve and not think of it as being kidnapped by a bunch of pyscho losers. It wasn't really working, but she was trying.
Stepping out into the lobby, her gaze flickered over the occupants of the room. She froze in her place seeing a man who had blood covering the lower half of his face, and then... She saw the fangs.
Oh this was just great. A creepy blood covered vampire. Perfect. Her nose wrinkled and she walked a little in his direction, but made sure to keep her distance. "Ew, you mister, have some seriously bad table manners."
"Well that's not surprising," Cordelia muttered with a roll of her eyes. Really though, outside of Angel she couldn't think of one decent vampire that she'd ever met. And this one? Seriously wasn't an exception.
"Duh. That's why I moved to LA, though... Freaky sort of showed up still." Now that she thought of it, she did somehow seem to end up in cities that strange things happened in. "Anyway, where are you from?"
Stepping out into the lobby, her gaze flickered over the occupants of the room. She froze in her place seeing a man who had blood covering the lower half of his face, and then... She saw the fangs.
Oh this was just great. A creepy blood covered vampire. Perfect. Her nose wrinkled and she walked a little in his direction, but made sure to keep her distance. "Ew, you mister, have some seriously bad table manners."
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"Duh. That's why I moved to LA, though... Freaky sort of showed up still." Now that she thought of it, she did somehow seem to end up in cities that strange things happened in. "Anyway, where are you from?"
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