--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Dominique:Dominique had found her trip to the gauntlet one that had her wondering just where the rest were. Those that she had not seen in awhile. Andy reminded her not even time could change those bonds that were formed. Circumstances put them all in different spots but in the end they all were doing the same thing. Trying to make it through another day, night, week and hopefully year in the place they for whatever reason called home. Harper Rock. Leona was one that had not been heard from. She was a quiet one but even so she now wondered what the woman was up to. She had for awhile. Perhaps too long. It was time to find out. Only way to know was to find out. Her cell was no longer taking calls. Changing your cell number was not a crime. So the next step would be to step in the elevator and knock on her apartment door. Hopefully she would answer. A few floors down and a curl of her fingers had her knocking to see if she still resided where she was last known to. She waited patiently looking at the door in front of her.
Leona: Leona had spent the week curled up in bed, at least whatever parts of it she hadn't spent in the shower trying to wash the stench of the cesspit out of her skin and hair. The sharp knock at her door woke Leona from her half-sleep, her eyes fluttering open for a moment. Visitors, she had no idea who it could be but she didn't want to see anyone. Instead Leona pulled the covers up over her head and hoped her visitor would think she wasn't home, then she wouldn't have to see them in her state. She didn't want anyone to see her like this.
Dominique: Dominique sighed as the door remained closed. Her dark eyes fixed on the lock and for a brief moment she pondered entering with whatever way seemed successful on her part. It was Leona's private space and no matter how much she debated it out of concern she declined to act in such a way. The woman was not just a friend, she was deeper than that. She always had been and she had crossed enough lines that she felt less than entitled to let herself into the woman's apartment. Her hand lifted and pressed flat to the outside of the door. HOPE brushed at the fingertips downward as she pulled it away.
Dominique’s body turned with the pivot of her feet and she made her way down the hallway to the elevator. Perhaps she would check in with others and maybe give it more time. The elevator doors were about to close she recalled something Leona said one of the last times she saw her up in the kitchen in Vita Bella. Her heart, what she had of one, sank hard. Her hand slipped between the increasing silver barriers and sent the doors back open. In a few seconds LESS turned the door knob and found it opened without effort of breaking a lock or two. Dominique stepped inside and closed the door gently. What she was greeted by was enough to have her jaw drop.
Leona: Leona's usually spotless house was a mess to say the least. All the mirrors in the house had been shattered; rather than show her usual beauty all Leona saw when she looked into the mirrors was a corpse, a reminder of the unnatural creature she had become. There were half eaten snacks strewn over the table; despite how Leona tried, she wasn't able to get more than a bite down before she felt ill. She thought she heard her front door open and close but wasn't too sure if it was real or she was hearing things, so she curled up beneath the covers and hoped that if she ignored it, it would go away.
Dominique: Dominique stepped slowly as she moved around the apartment. Each spot her eyes landed had her stomach sinking slowly. No matter where she searched as her feet carried her there were more signs that there was more going on with Leona’s apartment than her not being around. Her fingers tapped at the barely sampled food before flicking the items to the center of the table she found them resting on. The waste that was in view was so unlike Leona. The unusual chaos of what otherwise would be clean and tidy told her that something was not right.
Dominique hated the feeling that went with her and increased as she made her way down the hall to the room she remembered Leona sleeping in. In the dark doorway she paused as if the truth that could be waiting for her may be something she wasn’t prepared to see. The air was cold, the scent familiar but still unexpected. Vampire.
It wasn’t surprising that Dom looked down at her gray t-shirt that had the message “Sometimes you feel like a nut…” and the back “Sometimes you don’t.” HOPE plucked the soft cotton upward and she leaned her face down to see if she perhaps missed something that just finally became noticeable. She was pretty sure it wasn’t her. Her hand went to the comforter while her other hand pulled out her gun.
“Don’t move.”
It was Dominique’s only warning given as her hand pulled the blanket away with more force than she even planned on.
Leona: Leona had spent the week curled up in bed, at least whatever parts of it she hadn't spent in the shower trying to wash the stench of the cesspit out of her skin and hair. The sharp knock at her door woke Leona from her half-sleep, her eyes fluttering open for a moment. Visitors, she had no idea who it could be but she didn't want to see anyone. Instead Leona pulled the covers up over her head and hoped her visitor would think she wasn't home, then she wouldn't have to see them in her state. She didn't want anyone to see her like this.
Dominique: Dominique sighed as the door remained closed. Her dark eyes fixed on the lock and for a brief moment she pondered entering with whatever way seemed successful on her part. It was Leona's private space and no matter how much she debated it out of concern she declined to act in such a way. The woman was not just a friend, she was deeper than that. She always had been and she had crossed enough lines that she felt less than entitled to let herself into the woman's apartment. Her hand lifted and pressed flat to the outside of the door. HOPE brushed at the fingertips downward as she pulled it away.
Dominique’s body turned with the pivot of her feet and she made her way down the hallway to the elevator. Perhaps she would check in with others and maybe give it more time. The elevator doors were about to close she recalled something Leona said one of the last times she saw her up in the kitchen in Vita Bella. Her heart, what she had of one, sank hard. Her hand slipped between the increasing silver barriers and sent the doors back open. In a few seconds LESS turned the door knob and found it opened without effort of breaking a lock or two. Dominique stepped inside and closed the door gently. What she was greeted by was enough to have her jaw drop.
Leona: Leona's usually spotless house was a mess to say the least. All the mirrors in the house had been shattered; rather than show her usual beauty all Leona saw when she looked into the mirrors was a corpse, a reminder of the unnatural creature she had become. There were half eaten snacks strewn over the table; despite how Leona tried, she wasn't able to get more than a bite down before she felt ill. She thought she heard her front door open and close but wasn't too sure if it was real or she was hearing things, so she curled up beneath the covers and hoped that if she ignored it, it would go away.
Dominique: Dominique stepped slowly as she moved around the apartment. Each spot her eyes landed had her stomach sinking slowly. No matter where she searched as her feet carried her there were more signs that there was more going on with Leona’s apartment than her not being around. Her fingers tapped at the barely sampled food before flicking the items to the center of the table she found them resting on. The waste that was in view was so unlike Leona. The unusual chaos of what otherwise would be clean and tidy told her that something was not right.
Dominique hated the feeling that went with her and increased as she made her way down the hall to the room she remembered Leona sleeping in. In the dark doorway she paused as if the truth that could be waiting for her may be something she wasn’t prepared to see. The air was cold, the scent familiar but still unexpected. Vampire.
It wasn’t surprising that Dom looked down at her gray t-shirt that had the message “Sometimes you feel like a nut…” and the back “Sometimes you don’t.” HOPE plucked the soft cotton upward and she leaned her face down to see if she perhaps missed something that just finally became noticeable. She was pretty sure it wasn’t her. Her hand went to the comforter while her other hand pulled out her gun.
“Don’t move.”
It was Dominique’s only warning given as her hand pulled the blanket away with more force than she even planned on.
