[Caroline is also in this cursed Wal-Mart at two in the morning, because ...
Well, why is anyone at Wal-Mart at two in the morning. She's out of booze.
While she isn't as much of an alcoholic as some of her vampiric brethren, she still uses it for all the normal reasons: because she's bored, because she's lonely, because she's got blood cravings and won't be able to hit the blood bank until tomorrow. Standard operating fare for a creature of the night.
She's rounding the corner out of the liquor aisle, a few bottles in hand, when she's suddenly smacked into out of nowhere, sending her spinning backwards. (It's her fault, she should have been paying attention.)
Losing grip on one of the bottles and it smashes at her feet, sending whiskey and glass everywhere. She throws her hands up as she surveys the mess, but the person who hit her just keeps going. She turns to the retreating back and glares.]
Are you kidding me?!
[A burst of vampire speed carries her to the space in front of Jack's sycorax, pushing one hand against it's chest as she shoves it back.]
When you bump into someone, you say you're -
[It's at that point when she catches sight of the creatures face and realizes that's not your every day asshole human. In fact, it's very much not human at all, and the first thing that springs to mind is:]
legacies era for flavor
Well, why is anyone at Wal-Mart at two in the morning. She's out of booze.
While she isn't as much of an alcoholic as some of her vampiric brethren, she still uses it for all the normal reasons: because she's bored, because she's lonely, because she's got blood cravings and won't be able to hit the blood bank until tomorrow. Standard operating fare for a creature of the night.
She's rounding the corner out of the liquor aisle, a few bottles in hand, when she's suddenly smacked into out of nowhere, sending her spinning backwards. (It's her fault, she should have been paying attention.)
Losing grip on one of the bottles and it smashes at her feet, sending whiskey and glass everywhere. She throws her hands up as she surveys the mess, but the person who hit her just keeps going. She turns to the retreating back and glares.]
Are you kidding me?!
[A burst of vampire speed carries her to the space in front of Jack's sycorax, pushing one hand against it's chest as she shoves it back.]
When you bump into someone, you say you're -
[It's at that point when she catches sight of the creatures face and realizes that's not your every day asshole human. In fact, it's very much not human at all, and the first thing that springs to mind is:]
Malivore monster.