At this point and a few points prior, Prudence was starting to realize that her mini-vamp was an irrational creature. One could not argue or try to talk sense to someone who was irrational and completely driven by their emotions. As she walked, the woman noticed the walls in the sewers starting to look bleaker and perhaps even, dull? Could sewer walls look duller than normal? That seemed illogical. Dullness, from what she knew came from over exposure to sun or some sort of elements and so the woman scratched the idea away. Almost everything about tonight seemed illogical. The redhead sighed after conjuring up a fade gate for the ladies on DoD, posted the notice of that and some other details that were important to other matters and went back to the conversation with her mini-vamp as she made her way up top to the city in search of blood. She would get blood, rest and then hit the raid again tomorrow. Her usual and comfortable routine for the past few weeks.Prudence: I do not accept any olive branches without knowing what I am getting before hand. I am not the stereotypical dumb killer ya hear about. So, CC what is it ya want so we can move the **** on or just go our own ways?
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: "You ******* turned me without asking this many questions!" And she thought to herself that the woman seemed fairly dumb so far, but didn't type it out. "I've made it clear what I want. Scroll back and it's all there!"
More attitude and it was wearing on her how much attitude and how absurd CC was being about everything. Another sigh after she lunged out of the shadows at the first easy victim she could find and sank her teeth in to her. The meal was not enjoyable. It tasted bland, as if the woman probably had something wrong with her [or that's what she labeled it was, logically]. Prudence spat the blood out with a sound of distaste and sent the blood bag on her way. The red colored substance on the ground appeared old from the second it hit it. It was discolored and to her, smelled almost like nothing. Her arm wiped across her lips, still trying to get the taste out as a street light close to her flickered on and off multiple times. The red head turned to head back to the sewers, eyes scanning the streets for familiar faces and possible enemies when she squinted her eyes. All she saw were unfamiliar people, but the sounds of the city did not go unnoticed. Beeping horns, sounds of cars running loudly and the sound of a couple arguing were noted, but not acknowledged past that. Not believing what she saw, the woman rubbed at them with her free hand, then stared again. The woman she had fed off did have something wrong with her. Remembering she hadn't replied to CC, Pru typed out an effective reply. "Get a new cell phone cover." She said out loud when Prudence really took a look at the thing and noticed how old it looked. It wasn't that it was an old cover, but she must be hard on her phone because the thing looked like it had lost its brightness from too much manhandling.Prudence: I will grant you the opportunity to get to know me and me, you in return. Does that make you happy, CC?
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: "It's a start."
Anything Prudence had even started to acknowledge as a feeling had vanished completely. New emotions, or emotions she did not allow herself to take part in, but had since the creation of DoD were sucked out of her; happiness. pride, ease and content. All gone. She hadn't paid it much attention, but the arguing couple she was approaching had stopped arguing, even though it had seemed to be in the middle of a very heated discussion. The woman pulled off the sewer cover to head back down when her phone buzzed again. Prudence moved the cover to the side of the road, stood up and read the reply before some more back and forth.Prudence: Good. Now, anything else I can do for you tonight? * The woman was beginning to feel less and less like herself as the conversation progressed in a robotic fashion.*
There was that irrational side of CC again. Yes, she had contacted her because of her antics. What did the woman expect when DD was a valued member of DoD and also someone Pru had sort of taken under her wing a few weeks back? Prudence dropped down to the sewers depths and started heading back to the spot she had opened a gate at.Cinnamon Cherrywhip: "Nope. You were the one who contacted me remember? So if you're done - I have someone to meet with and spend time with. Like you should go to Cliff."
Prudence: Why don't you not tell me what to do with my free time? I’ve somewhere to be. Goodbye, CC. *she turns off her phone*
With a twist and turn and the woman was quickly approaching the spot. She started to put the phone away in her top of her skirt for safe keeping when she heard the thing drop in the water. "What the ****?" The woman looked down to where she usually put the device at and stopped dead pan. "What the ****?" Her voice was loud, but there was no emotion laced to it. She was trying to process a strange phenomenon that suddenly surrounded her from what seemed like out of no where. Where her skirt and half her body should be, suddenly wasn't. The woman then noticed her hands were gone and suddenly so was her arms. When she was about to repeat her question, the missing parts of her body reappeared. Prudence didn't wait to act, she started to look for her missing phone so she could try and contact someone. Someone had to know, something. At least the redhead hoped. Once the phone was secured, Prudence scrolled through her phone book to send a quick text to one of the ladies in DoD. Something weird is going
The phone dropped back to the sewer water to where her feet should be at. The walls manifested into something else, slowly contorting into a veil of black before the frame of the redhead was sucked out of the sewers with one final flicker. "Uh, hello?" Prudence called out in to the dark, her eyes slowly adjusting to her new surroundings.
