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hismasterpiece) wrote2012-07-11 02:12 pm
hismasterpiece) wrote2012-07-11 02:12 pm
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4. Loss
[Action -- After Nightfall on the 11th]
[A pale young woman wanders into the village, twisting her hair round her fingers compulsively. She's hungry.
She's STARVING.
A whimper escapes her lips as she collapses by the fountain, and she calls out weakly:]
Spikey? Love sundae? The jaws can't bite; the claws can't catch.
[/Action]
[Drusilla has returned from death. Her DP is that she has lost the ability to go gameface and, therefore, to feed on victims using her fangs.]
[A pale young woman wanders into the village, twisting her hair round her fingers compulsively. She's hungry.
She's STARVING.
A whimper escapes her lips as she collapses by the fountain, and she calls out weakly:]
Spikey? Love sundae? The jaws can't bite; the claws can't catch.
[/Action]
[Drusilla has returned from death. Her DP is that she has lost the ability to go gameface and, therefore, to feed on victims using her fangs.]
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What happened to you? [He stands and matches her steps towards the bar, keeping his eyes on her. Trying to gauge what's wrong.]
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[What's wrong is simply starvation. She might look too thin to his eyes -- too pale. Too weak.]
They've changed me.