ღ;; Why, oh why, did she opt to use shortcuts instead of taking the long route? Stubbornness. She’d trek through even the grimiest and grungiest areas of town if need be.
Of course it was a mistake. Her vision blurs and fills with muddled red, a putrid stench being the culprit of those wasted tears. Stumbling along half blind is never a good thing, especially when one it used to seeing all too clearly. It frightens the poor thing. And when a dainty shoulders makes physical contact with someone, a sharp squeal and intact of air occurs– stumbling backwards out of practiced ‘human’ habit. Glassy pools of lilac framed by smeared mascara flit up to the strangers face– lips parting as she began to profusely mumble apologies.
“S-sorry, I really should’ve been watching where I was stepping. I-I… it’s oh so dark back there and.. well, it frightens me so. I wanted to be rid of that horrid something is watching you from the shadows feeling as quickly as possible.” The blonde rambles, hands gesturing to the area just in her wake before falling limp.“S…sorry.” She repeats numbly.
“Do you remember me, Rory?” Death whispered in his ear before turning to stand in front of him. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this human, he murdered but she also pitied him. The woman had a sickly grin on her face, crossing her arms over her chest.
Jac rubbed at her nose, blonde curls falling down her back. The girl wandered through the city, finally coming across a park. She sat down beside a man and ran fingers through her mess of hair. Her eyes were red-rimmed, bloodshot from a withdrawal she really didn’t want to go through. “Hey, can ya ‘elp me out?”
Alise was sitting back on the chair behind the check-out counter. Hearing the bells of the bookstore chime she glanced up. A dazed sort of look colored her face. “Ah, hello. Can I help you find something?"
“Rory ya’ fucking assbutt.” Wow the felt good to get out to him rather than bitching slapping him via Joanna. She sent a blow to his chest but since she had noodles for arms, it didn’t do much. “I like you a little less ya’ know.” She growled, punching him again.