WHEN: May 15, 2023 WHERE: Somewhere in Wailing Waters WHO: Dusty + Zyrynd ( @screamingspector )
Dusty had gone out of her way today, to meet with her dealer. He had texted her multiple times about being tied up in business near Wailing Waters, but that had not stopped her desperation from leading her here in an attempt to gain what she needed hours fasters. She was tired of dealers always making her wait. And as she’d been reminded by a few strangers over the past month: she was Dusty fuckin’ Marsh. She waited for nobody. She’d at least had the decency to warn him she was nearby with another text, exiting her Uber. She’d ridden the train, then used a coupon on Uber while ridesharing with somebody else.
Dusty watched as the red taillights disappeared along the horizon, bringing the coat in close to her person as she wandered the desolate streets for the location he’d sent her way. The building numbers weren’t easy to read, but soon she realized it was a warehouse she was meant to enter. This should have been alarming, but in the ten months she’d been a vampire, fear had slowly melted away. She’d face God, she’d face the Devil. She believed nothing could make her quake, because this world would always be unsafe as it was yesterday and would be tomorrow.
She was going to call out her dealer’s name, but the scene she’d stumbled upon had silenced any sound. Her dealer looked to have been beaten. Beaten to death, she’d assume, her stomach turning at the brain matter which spattered nearby walls as he slumped over in a metal chair. “Harvey?”
The scent of his blood was so overwhelming, she didn’t hear the shuffling and clicking of a gun from behind her until they’d announced themselves. She’d come here to claim some semblance of power back inside of her life, and it seemed it was only going to be taken back.
“What’s this redhead doing here?”