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Jul 19, 2015 11:16:01 GMT -5
Post by belle donovan on Jul 19, 2015 11:16:01 GMT -5
{Starting above ground near the inner city/outter city border and moving into the underground} {sombra}
There were bad days, and then there were really bad days. Today was going to be a day she would never forget, and unfortunately it would be for all the wrong reasons. The wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong person, and the wrong smell. Belle had scrubbed her hands and nails, but she still smelled the antiseptic and the blood on her. Her patient today had had a blood pressure that skyrocketed through the roof during surgery, and he'd hemorrhaged a pint of blood before they could stop it.
He was in critical condition, and only time would tell if he would last through his recovery period. Belle and her team had done the best that they could, and had left fourteen hours later dirty and exhausted. Her surgery smock had been soaked and some of it transferred onto her lab coat and the clothes she had on under it. All she wanted at that moment was to go home and take a long, hot bath and curl into bed for another fourteen hours.
Her instruments were carefully packed away in pockets inside of her lab coat. She carried her own instruments because times were hard, and medical supplies sold for a lot of money on the black market. She didn't want to be in surgery and ask for a scalpel only to not be handed one. Her hair was still pinned up in a military style bun, but some hair had come loose already. Her home wasn't far, so she'd opted to walk instead of taking the Metro system. The streets were dark as she came to a bridge, but the lights were fully functioning. At four AM, there weren't that many people about. The drunks were already home for the night, the sun would be coming up in a few hours. She stifled a yawn as she walked quickly. Bath and bed, she promised herself. As she reached the end of the bridge she stopped at the street corner, looking both ways just in case before crossing it. Once she crossed the street, she felt something... off. Belle stopped, looking around her for a moment. The hair on the back of her neck was starting to stand on edge, but she didn't see anyone in the street. It almost felt like... eyes on her? Belle took a deep breath before she continued to walk forward. After being awake for almost twenty four hours, her body was going to play tricks on her. She stuffed her hands in her pockets as she walked a little faster, eyes straight ahead.
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Jul 31, 2015 21:08:08 GMT -5
Post by sombra on Jul 31, 2015 21:08:08 GMT -5
She had a reason to feel as if something was following her, Sombra has picked up on the blood covered woman a good while ago and had been stalking her ever since. His curiosity had gotten the best of him. First it was because of the blood itself, it smelled of death, well of something that would probably be dead soon enough. The blood was weakening, dying, and no longer drinkable for the strigoi, and still he followed the scent. The neck thing that cause his attention was the way the woman was dressed and how she walked. She was no killer, instead she was a saver of lives and because of that his attention was taken. He enjoyed two very important things, torturing of life, and then bringing it back from near death.
This woman, she had a job that surely Sombra would have had if he was human. but it would not have been for the same reason that she may have had. See most people in her line of work either did it for the money, or for the chance of making a good impact, a life saver. Sombra on the other hand would have done the job just to be closer to the blood, the death, the sadness and tears of others. Maybe he should look into such a career if he ever got the the chance to live among the humans, instead of under them.
A shadow moved passed the woman, quickly from one dark spot to another, crossing the light from a street lamp for just a moment. Sombra was getting closer, he could feel his shadows calling him, pulling him in the right direction. He did not know about the sharp objects that she carried, not that it mattered, not like she could really hurt him. He got closer, turned a corner and then finally he found her. She was pretty enough, in fact he had to wonder how her skin would looked marked up, red and welted.
A smirk played on his lips as he started to walk towards her from behind, notice him or not he did not care. He wanted her, and as long as no one was around to stop him, Sombra always got what he wanted.
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Aug 3, 2015 20:24:35 GMT -5
Post by belle donovan on Aug 3, 2015 20:24:35 GMT -5
Belle could feel that something was going wrong, or that something was off. Paris was very proud of their electricity, of keeping their citizens safe in their bubble, and for that reason when the light flickered in front of her because of a moving shadow, she immediately crossed the street. There were some things that couldn't be trusted, and instincts were usually never wrong. She picked up the pace, eyes scanning around her. Two blocks down, one block over, and she could run into the lobby of the apartment house she rented from and wait with the desk clerk, just until she felt safe.
With that thought in mind, Belle used her legs to her advantage to keep the good pace. Her left hand slid into her pocket and wrapped around a scalpel, her thumb flicking the rubber safety cap off of it. Belle didn't bother waiting at the crosswalk for a light, she crossed over again under street lights and started looking for the closest all night market to duck into. There, at the end of the street, she saw the wan yellow lights and some flickering neon. Out of curiosity, or maybe self preservation, she glanced behind her and saw the shadowy figure. She gave him a once over before turning her head back around, willing herself not to panic.
Logical analysis told her the man behind her was why she was scared. Was he a mugger? Probably. Who else would be out at four in the morning? Drunks had already passed out somewhere - and he sure as hell didn't look like a morning jogger. When the market was a block away, she crossed the next pedestrian xing, dug her heel in, and bolted.
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Aug 24, 2015 16:30:27 GMT -5
Post by sombra on Aug 24, 2015 16:30:27 GMT -5
He did not do this often enough, but Sombra took a small join from the hunt of these potential subjects. He enjoyed following them, watching them, stalking them until he was good and ready to take them home. Normally he would have waited a little longer, follow her a few days, learn her home, work, friends, and patterns. This one would be more due to a feeling of impulse, which did not happen a lot, so he would enjoy the chase for now. Would she run? Try to fight? He did not care either way, this human was like any other, food or just a toy in the end, and there were always more after breaking one or two.
Still he never picked up his pace, but he also did not hide the fact that he was following her. He liked for them to know, or at least get that feeling. See he lived off inducing fear into others, a human emotion that he never felt, and because of this, he liked to see it in others. He needed to study it everyday, finding out that fear was a large emotion, it was created in the strangest ways sometimes. He liked to explore what caused fear, but each human was different in that aspect.
One of his shadows found its way into her own, and borrowed in, now attached to her as long as she stayed in places where it could pretend to be her shadow, or was dark enough if it to stay out of sight. A shadow was a very hard thing to get rid of, even in pitch darkness, his shadows were there, just even harder to see. Blending in with the blackness around them. A turn later and she bolted, but it was too late, he was on her trail and would not stop, still he only continued to walk. There was no reason in running, his creatures of darkness would keep track of her. He doubt she would get far enough for him not to follow, humans were not faster then Strigoi, and this was a fact.
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Sept 11, 2015 9:25:09 GMT -5
Post by belle donovan on Sept 11, 2015 9:25:09 GMT -5
It wasn't often that she gave into the panic, but she wanted to be safe. She didn't want to be mugged or worse, and who else would follow her at so early an hour in Paris? It was nearing four in the morning, but the sun was no where in sight just yet. As she bolted into the all night convenience store, the door slid open for her as she nearly slid into a shelf inside. The sleepy cashier looked up with a jolt. "Are you alright miss?"
"There's someone out there following me," Belle slid out of the way of the front door, moving towards the counter and behind a magazine rack and some shelving, so she could see the door but not be in plain view anymore. The cashier straightened and looked to the windows and to the dark street outside. A few lamp posts flickered, but nothing out of the ordinary.
"Ma'am, I don't see anyone out there. The street is empty." The cashier looked back to where she was standing and Belle peeked forward.
"Are you sure? He was just there! I saw him!" She moved forward and her shadow shifted with her movement, but she didn't see what was attached to it at all.
sombra
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