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Yue only responds with a cheery wave as she walks out of the convienience store. She had been seeing a few friends on-campus, and Yue wanted a few snacks on her way back home. It's her first week back to college, and her wallet is fuller than her fridge for the first time since coming back from exams. If her parents were stingy with her allowance as a kid, then they were Mr. and Mrs. Gates after her high school graduation. Yue practically skips down the road with her bags of foodstuffs and last-minute toiletries. There's the usual soymilk and oatmeal box, but she also snuck in a few indulgences that her mother would probably have tsked at.
Well, it's not as if she spends her college days bumming it out in front of the television. Far from it. Yue probably spends more hours in the gym per day than she attends classes for a week. She feels no shame in the half-dozen Hershey bars that she snuck onto her shopping list.
She walks down the street with all of her purchases in one hand. Yue's learned by now that it's usually good to keep one hand free in case of emergencies. Not that she anticipates trouble tonight. Not on such a familiar path. There is no fear in her footsteps, but neither is Yue particularly loud.
Any punk who is dumb enough to attack her by now has probably been living under a rock.
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Post by Nathaniel de Boer on Jan 7, 2013 16:04:09 GMT -5
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and there is no salvation at the hands of the fates and there is no design to whom death comes to take and the faces in the vapour
they are lies
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Playing the role of the drunken idiot has gotten easier with time. Not that Nathaniel has anything but time. He stumbles out of the apartment building one of his role's family friends own, closing the door behind him, and then leans against the wood for a moment. He'd fed to half-fulfillment here, but there's no pleasure in such a tame hunt. (There's equally no need to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, or dab at his chin with a handkerchief. A gentleman knows how to feed neatly and properly.)
The streets are emptier than he'd like, and Nathaniel finds himself wandering them longer than ideal before the sight of a human he feels comfortable feeding on emerges before him. Athletic frame, confident step—that's going to be succulent blood. He can feel the fact in his bones. But there's a ritual to be maintained, and his fangs stay slid firmly away, although the temptation to bind her with ropes of midnight and drain her like; what did that child he fed on earlier tonight call it? Like “shotgunning a beer, bro.”
But that's not who he's playing right now, and rules are important. Establishing the scenery is a matter of moments. He slips shadow for a moment, races two blocks ahead of her, and then slips back into his body, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, head lolling down on his chest. Nathaniel bites his bottom lip quick and sharp enough to bleed, runs a hand through his hair, scores a gash down his face with one quick slice of a shadow knife (and promptly sets about to holding back his regeneration), and slips into the part, starting to walk, clumsily and weaving side to side, back to cross paths with her.
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