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Post by Nicky on May 2, 2008 21:21:40 GMT -5
A sad, despaired, almost twisted tiny little smile sat on the face of Nicolette Granger as her dark gray eyes gazed towards the beaten ground she trod upon.
Her apparel was simple, as usual. Nothing but a dark, inky black hoodie sweatshirt sat over a hidden silver bikini top. She wore a ragged pair of short denim cargos that ended above her knees that would suffice as trousers. Pathetic, yes. Unfortunately, this was one of her finest day outfits.
Brushing blonde hair from her eyes, her dead gaze settles on a doorway barely two meters in front of her. The cloudy eyes narrowed slightly as a shiver of pure disgust crept down her spine at the thought of what those men made her do to get this address. Nicky clenched her long lingers into iron-tight fists, pointed fingernails cutting into the just-healed scabs.
Sucking in a shaking breath, she gathered herself once more, not wanting to screw up the opportunity of her lifetime. Oh, what cruel irony.
Stepping forward once more, heavy boots crushing the ground underneath her, Nicky made her way towards the door. The small, whimsical, psychotic smile returned to her pale face as she lifted a delicate hand and rapped sharply on the door three times. Her mind wandered dryly as she waited for an answer. What was the vampire slayer like? Was he a psychopath? Insane? Or was he just a an average citizen putting in an honest days work? She bit her bottom lip nervously, knowing ehr answer would be coming very soon. |
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