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Post by Alice Abernathy on Jan 30, 2009 3:52:36 GMT -5
Alice walked to her new apartment, a dagger was grasped firmly in her hands. Sure she was able to fight without weapons(considering she WAS a weapon) but the blade was nice and shiny and it seemed to attract her attention more than anything. Her right hand was covered in blood after she had broken the glass to get the dagger, but the cuts had healed quickly and she felt no pain. She had a high tolerance to pain, and considering she enjoyed it, there really was no bother. It was amusing when people tried fighting her, hurting her and she just laughed it off. "Pain. Never let it stop you." She drug the blade along the inside of her palm, grinning as her crimson blood splattered onto the ground.
Pushing open the door, Alice walked inside and turned the light on. There was a television, a bed and a few other items which didn't hold her interested much. Dropping the dagger on her bed, Alice walked into the bathroom and washed the blood from her hand, cleaning it with a special antiseptic, when a fight broke outside of her little apartment. Eyes rolled back as she felt an alive person, healthy, and a couple of dead creatures, probably vampires. As much as she wanted to burn the vampires, she didn't want to waste too much energy. |
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Post by Calvin Garrison on Feb 3, 2009 18:04:35 GMT -5
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