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Oct. 7th, 2015 11:57 pmIt's not really how she wants to run into people. It's not, because she's smeared - no, half-covered in blood, her clothes are torn to shreds. The hurts are healed; the blood's only half hers, and half of it's the black, stinking, disgusting mess from the monster Luke beheaded.
But she doesn't want to go home, either. It's in her blood, the nervous energy that's got her walking down the street at night. It's towards her apartment, but she's taking the long way, she's sort of wishing that she'd get bothered by one of those creeps who're around late a night, giving girls a hard time.
It's clear from her face that she's thinking hard, but she draws up short, her eyes wide. The last thing she expected to see was someone normal she knew coming towards her, and she scrubs some of the black blood off her cheek. But 'off' is a relative concept, and it's more making it worse than getting rid of it.
But she doesn't want to go home, either. It's in her blood, the nervous energy that's got her walking down the street at night. It's towards her apartment, but she's taking the long way, she's sort of wishing that she'd get bothered by one of those creeps who're around late a night, giving girls a hard time.
It's clear from her face that she's thinking hard, but she draws up short, her eyes wide. The last thing she expected to see was someone normal she knew coming towards her, and she scrubs some of the black blood off her cheek. But 'off' is a relative concept, and it's more making it worse than getting rid of it.
