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@iinterfectrix staked the heart
a sharp inhaled, the vampire can smell it, fresh. he was lurking in an alley, smoking, waiting. he hears a heartbeat with the footsteps. when she rounded the corner, he didn’t see any blood, but he could smell the sweet copper smell on her, somewhere. a grin pulls onto his lips. “ someone made a mess, didn’t they? “
Starter for @iinterfectrix
Just when Beth thought she would actually get to have her lunch break on time for once this week, she was informed that there was a ‘175′ (disorderly conduct) called in from Shoppers. And it just so happened she was the closet to the store. Sighing, she informed them that she was on her way before making a U-turn and heading to the store. Once inside it quickly became apparent who had caused the store to call 911. A woman appeared to be very angry about something and had displayed that by knocking things over and throwing objects.
“What’s going on here?” Hopefully the presence of a police officer would be enough to sedate the angry woman.
“We told her that she needed to have a receipt to prove that she purchased this item from the store. She failed to show us a receipt and before I know it she’s throwing shit everywhere.”
Teeth clenched against an ever increasing frustration at the Irishman rolled his eyes skyward, wincing at the glare of shabby fluorescent lightning. Bloody hell... Fingers flexed, tapping an incessant rhythm against the metal of the shopping cart currently under his jurisdiction, while his other hand tightened considerably around the handle in its grasp.
“ Nina .. for fucks sake ... please.”
The plea was punctuated with an exhale, a long sigh of breath that ( had he been feeling slightly more dramatic) would have more than likely ended with an over exaggerated drop to the floor. Pressing his tongue to the inside of one cheek Killian glared, huffing once more in annoyed frustration as the woman in front of him checked the hand towel in her grip over once more. One aisle over a child was screaming, hitting their parent on the head with a stuffed toy if the noise was any indication, and the Irishman winced, regretting his late night hangover.
“ Bloody - Don’t pick white.” Two strides and he was near her, the abandoned cart full of cigarettes and as assortment of other crap he was pretty sure they didn’t need forgotten as he yanked the offending material out of her hands. “ White shows everything - “ He stopped for a moment, muscles along his neck and jaw tensing as he was interrupted by a warbled voice coming from the loudspeaker overhead.
Aye, a kid had gotten sick on aisle 13 again ... lovely.
“ Here.” He shoved the nearest towel into her hand, barely registering the color before slinking back to their shopping cart, thoughts already wondering who he had to bribe to get a drink in such a store.
Bloody fucking Walmart
Cris: someone make me a character Me: yes master mother
“Oh look, carnage.”
WHAT THE FUCK RP STARTERS accepting
’ they LOOK LIKE they have trouble BREATHING. ‘
