Even though it was snowing, the tall killer didn't dress like it bothered her. Because it didn't. She strolled the streets of the city with no real agenda. Just observing. Everything she once planned to do had become a distant memory. An afterthought. Very little mattered to her. Not since Macro vanished without a trace. But maybe even long before that, her desire to give anything any real contemplation or concern had long vanished. She couldn't be sure when it happened. It felt like she had been this way before Cliff left without a trace, yet Prudence couldn't pinpoint the exact day she stopped doing the things she once cared about. When she stopped trying. When she didn't think twice about doing something like shredding her marriage license to bits and tossing it in a fire. Or when she moved to her own place and didn't think about giving Cliff a key. When she stopped trying with her mini's, when she barely spoke to her best vampire friend. When Prudence just existed. It felt like it had been a while since she she found herself like this.
CC had her belief on why Prudence was the way she was, for as long as she had been this way, but everything CC had said seemed like something she pulled out of her ***. A story she made up, or a story with pieces of truth to it, but something CC created for some fucked up personal reason that she hadn't revealed yet. An extension of reality. Sometimes that was the life CC lived. An alternate reality.
So she meandered the streets, in search of something that might strike an interest in Prudence. The clubs seemed more or less the same, as did anything. Be it the QZ, Caverns, Mausoleum or anything else, there was always something to kill. Point and shoot. Repetitiveness. Most the time Prudence didn't even need to focus her abilities or talents to kill something.
There was a sign hanging from a shop. Normally Prudence wouldn't have thought twice about a shop like this. No, normally she would have laughed and went on her way with some sort of remark leaving her mouth or floating about in her mind. But the appeal of winning a prize resounded in her head and so, the woman entered the Game Shop. And almost instantly regretted it.
The type of crowd was no where near her usual sort of company. Not by a long shot. Tables with various games; card, board, system and even old school from when she was growing up. "Haven't seen you before." A guy with dark jeans, sneakers, gray polo and plaid button down said as she stood there, debating on leaving or staying. "Bet you haven't." She said, pushing past him. He either decided to ignore the jab, or didn't get it. "There's a table over there for sign ups. Five bucks a pop per game. The prize listings are with the sign ups. My names Jay. Any questions find me or Tim. We run the game nights." He said it as if he were a proud little peacock. Prudence just mumbled, "Sure, whatever," before going in a little more. Surely something would have to catch her attention?
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CC had her belief on why Prudence was the way she was, for as long as she had been this way, but everything CC had said seemed like something she pulled out of her ***. A story she made up, or a story with pieces of truth to it, but something CC created for some fucked up personal reason that she hadn't revealed yet. An extension of reality. Sometimes that was the life CC lived. An alternate reality.
So she meandered the streets, in search of something that might strike an interest in Prudence. The clubs seemed more or less the same, as did anything. Be it the QZ, Caverns, Mausoleum or anything else, there was always something to kill. Point and shoot. Repetitiveness. Most the time Prudence didn't even need to focus her abilities or talents to kill something.
There was a sign hanging from a shop. Normally Prudence wouldn't have thought twice about a shop like this. No, normally she would have laughed and went on her way with some sort of remark leaving her mouth or floating about in her mind. But the appeal of winning a prize resounded in her head and so, the woman entered the Game Shop. And almost instantly regretted it.
The type of crowd was no where near her usual sort of company. Not by a long shot. Tables with various games; card, board, system and even old school from when she was growing up. "Haven't seen you before." A guy with dark jeans, sneakers, gray polo and plaid button down said as she stood there, debating on leaving or staying. "Bet you haven't." She said, pushing past him. He either decided to ignore the jab, or didn't get it. "There's a table over there for sign ups. Five bucks a pop per game. The prize listings are with the sign ups. My names Jay. Any questions find me or Tim. We run the game nights." He said it as if he were a proud little peacock. Prudence just mumbled, "Sure, whatever," before going in a little more. Surely something would have to catch her attention?
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