(Rain soaked) "Bea? Come on inside before you catch a cold!" Sam propped his shotgun in the corner and held the door against the pounding wind and rain for her. "Head straight on to the back and grab yourself a towel, don't worry about making a mess. You get yourself dried off and I'll fix you something nice and hot to eat."
Well, that was one thing he didn’t have to tell her twice. Hurrying in, she stuttered out some kind of thank you before darting to the back, not even caring that she slipped on her wet shoes.
It wasn’t long before she was heading back towards the front. Arms dried off, she had wiped her face clean and wringed her hair out, leaving the towel draped on her shoulders. A few shivers pulsed through her, but she was already starting to look better by the time she had located Sam.
“H-have I ever told you that yer my favorite person? ‘Cause you are.”
"If I was your lover...I'll try to enjoy the things before we cut each others throats."
I forgot I had this in here, sorry! “Cut your throat?” She mused. “Oh no, I’d do much worse than that. You wish I’d slit that pretty throat of yers.”
"Guess it s-seems your name uh, proved itself?" Clarice cracked a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood as she pulled a thick blanket from her sack- the shack had a mattress so she'd had no need to use it as bedding, didn't like being covered up anyway. "Here, shouldn't s-stay all drippy like that."
Wrapping herself up tight, Beatrice attempted to smile back at the other woman. The blanket was quickly dampened, but she was already starting to warm her up. Needless to say, Beatrice didn’t handle the cold well.
“T-th-thanks, sweetie.” Clenching her jaw tight she silenced her chattering teeth before attempting to talk again. “Does it rain like this often here ‘n D.C.?”
((storm)) Clarice had only barely found the abandoned shack before the storm hit, and was quite thankful for it- though she'd slept out in such weather before, the building's leaky roof was far better than none at all. In the middle of the night, however, she was stirred by a tapping coming from the only window, and carefully peaking out, she saw a familiar red-headed woman; quickly getting up, she opened the door, ushering her in, "B-Bea? What are you, well uh, d-doing out in this?"
Hurrying inside, Beatrice was visibly shaking. Storm muffled by the walls and door, the sound of her chattering teeth could be heard as water dripped from her. Soaked to the bone she didn’t even bother trying to wipe the droplets from her face.
“C-ca-caught me b-by surprise.” She blinked some droplets from her eyes, focusing in Clarice. “G-gu-guess I got l-lucky f-f-findin’ you.” A smile tried to appear on her paled lips, but the chattering got in the way.
She looked miserable.
Have a pre-war cow. It's completely normal, trust me.
Beatrice stared at the creature that didn’t really look normal at all, at least, not by her standards.
“Uh, right. Can you get that thing outta here, please? It kinda smells, and that’s somethin’ comin’ from me, how often I’m around bodies and the like.”
It’s the middle of the night; you’re sleeping soundly in bed as the rain storm rages outside. Suddenly, you hear a tapping on the window. You get up, look outside, and see my muse standing in the rain, shivering and soaking wet. What do you do?
((I’m finally done with all the babies. Time to write up some responses.))
Name: Marcelina Tejada
Bio: With pitch black and unruly, insanely curly, hair, Marcelina (Marcy to friends) finds herself to be head strong and proud to a fault. Being raised with Raul in the picture she got a lot of crap about having a ghoul for a father, that, of course, lead her to getting into a lot of fights in her childhood. That violent streak stuck with her, staining her favorite pair of spiked knuckles with the blood of her enemies.
She likes to dress up if she can, to try and look pretty, but that is often ruined after a few hours in the heat. She’s flirty, but in a dry sense. Threats slip from her tongue easily and it often writes checks for her that she cannot cash.
She’s had her bones broken more than she’d like to admit.
Name: Leona Bilders
Bio: Leo is quick on her feet and good with her pistols. a gun slinger, she keeps up an innocent look as to trick people into letting their guard down. She speaks softly but dreams big. She wants to join up with the caravans and travel the Wastes, but has yet to follow through with it.
While she does not partake in the same vampiric tendencies Sara does, Leo does find it very interesting. She often asks about Sara’s past but tries not to push too hard, as she has always had a good natural sense as to what people are feeling and making others uncomfortable is the last thing she wants to do. That is, at least, until she’s angered.
With an easy going temper, it takes a lot to set her off, but when she loses it, she goes postal. She values friends and family and would gladly take a bullet for those who have her love.