The Patient is in || Closed RP for @deranged-dr-void
Sipping from a glass already half empty, Gemina scribbled into the notepad in front of her. The pub had slowly begun filling, forcing her to move from her place at the bar to a table far in the back where she sniffed for each new patrons entry. One smelled of gasoline and cement, another wreaked of manure, but none caught her eye. Not until the door swung open again, perhaps the tenth time in that hour, and the entire scent of the room was flooded with metallics.
He wreaked of blood.
Grey eyes darted towards the man who suddenly made her gums ache, drawing forth a hunger she had been suppressing for days. Even stronger than this hunger though was curiosity, and that above all else needed to be sated. She tucked her notepad into her purse, picked up her glass, and weaved her way through the room until she stood beside where he sat.
"Hello,” she said with a tender smile “is no one coming to join you?”
