late vampire post, hello

[misswexler]

[Caroline has been trying to avoid the populated areas of camp and keep to the cornfields or otherwise....people-empty spaces. Everything is a little too loud, pressing in on her, a jangling awareness of people who get too close consuming her attention - their pulse, their smell, their footsteps. In a word, she's twitchy

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[redemption_fail]

*someone else is also antisocial and keeps to the less populated areas*

. . . What in the world are you doing?

[redemption_fail]

[and you're stronger than you should be?]

What's wrong with you?

*pulse is speeding up*

[misswexler]

[yes, yes she is. and oh ffffffuck, thanks for that heartbeat there. she tears her hand away, reeling back a step before she regains her breath and her lips draw back from her teeth in a frustrated snarl she can almost taste him]

You're what's wrong with me!

[she lunges forward a step and pushes you away from her - oops about that vampire strength]

[redemption_fail]

*goes flying backwards--whoops*

*might be crashing into whatever was behind him too*

[misswexler]

I'm - fuck, oh god, I'm so - [no she's not going over there, definitely not, bad idea. you might have taken out some corn and possibly a signpost? oh, don't be bleeding when you get up, don't be bleeding - ]

[redemption_fail]

*sits up woozily--is that a graze?*

You're . . . You're--what are you?!?

[misswexler]

[her hands make claws in the air and she gesticulates - sharp, frustrated, incoherent] I don't fucking know!

[redemption_fail]

. . . You're possessed or something? *trying to get up because it is dawning on him that suddenly this is UNSAFE*

[misswexler]

[she scoffs sharply, sounding kind of pissed off. her teeth are gritted, exposed between her lips, and those are...looking awful sharp]

[redemption_fail]

[Oh boy . . .]

[misswexler]

[the physicality felt good, like a release, and you smell -

hello scary teenage girl suddenly ON TOP OF YOU pretty much

- delicious]

This can stop any time now!

[redemption_fail]

*it's the graze, isn't it?*

Then stop!

*pushing at you now because self-preservation is a go*

[misswexler]

[yes, yes, the structural integrity of your skin would be the paddle up shit creek you are missing

she - twists back, startled. her hands are hooked in your clothing and she bangs you roughly against the ground once, twice, not thinking clearly enough to answer at this point]

[redemption_fail]

*ow--ow--ow--ouch*

[misswexler]

[oh are you properly subdued and not squirming now? because she's burying her face in your throat, though not biting quite yet]

[redemption_fail]

[Help help I'm being ravaged by an inexperienced vampire]

Nrrghh . . .