Anita Blake unpopping ((open rp))
((this is Anita Blake from much earlier in the book series than the originally app’ed character. There's no stable of her boytoys and her character's not wildly oversexed. She’s a vampire executioner, she raises zombies for a living and she gets cranky without her coffee.))
Mmf. I was warm, comfortable and still very asleep. I have absolutely no intention of opening my eyes until that damned alarm goes off. Nope. And I certainly wasn’t dreaming of Jean-Claude either. Ok, he was incredibly sexy, but he was still a monster. I tucked Sigmund, my favorite stuffed penguin, closer and steadfastly refused to move or think about the new Master of the city until I could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen.
But it wasn’t coffee I could smell. It was butter. A lot of it.
This wasn’t good. I don’t start my day well without coffee. Ok, I was up late last night with four different zombie raisings, but I never forget to turn on the coffee pot’s timer before I fall into bed. There are certain details an animator just doesn’t overlook.
Speaking of my bed.. I opened my eyes and peered around. I wasn’t in my room, I was in the middle of a large corridor, on the floor. Groaning, I rolled onto my back, Sigmund still under one arm. Yep. Bed was gone, apartment was gone, my gun was gone.
Oh, and I was covered in butter. Ew.
I only had a few small consolations; I was dressed, my silver knives were still in their wrist sheaths, and my cross was around my neck. Good. A vampire Executioner doesn’t go anywhere unprepared, especially if they want to live for any length of time.
Staring at the ceiling, it began to drift back to me. There was some sort of magical school, Hogwaddle or something.. and a hat that could talk. I sat up and grumpily wiped the butter out of my eyes. Hopefully I could find a shower, some coffee, and a washing machine for poor Sigmund. First he gets splattered with zombie bits when two are sent to attack me in my apartment, now he gets saturated with butter. Just perfect.