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[Jubunu]

• Male.
• 26 years old.
• Conversing with Natalie.
• At a gas station in Maple Ridge, Canada.

Throat slashed. That could be a lot of things. A demon, using the blood to communicate. Vetala, Lamia, Vampire. I need to see the crime scene, to talk with the locals and police. All of those things are equally dangerous. Though, the men outside have knives- I've never heard of a Lamia or a Vetala using knives, maybe a vamp or demon though. "Man, sounds terrible." He stated. "Huh." Liam shook his head, a smile spreading across his mouth. "Whatever, I can find out more, get the details and see if I can get a photo-job set up here after I bring you to Anmore. I'm sure you're pretty eager to get out of this town, with a killer running around." He stated, watching her. His eyes moved to the flip flops and he snorted. "How did you manage to leave without your shoes?" He joked, bumping her shoulder playfully with his own as he passed her to give a credit card to the cashier, so Natalie could get her stuff. He was eager to leave and get back, find out if this really is something along the lines of his work, or just some deranged human looking for revenge for something, on someone. Man, she's got nothing. Did she leave her stuff somewhere? "What did happen to your stuff?" He asked curiously. "I mean, if you were living here, wouldn't you like to get your belongings? You leave stuff at the motel, maybe your friend's house?" He smiled softly.

[pennywise;]

☾ ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ ☾
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[ female ↣ single ↣ vampire ]
[ at a gas station ↣ with Liam ]

'A killer..' Her mind hissed ruthlessly in her skull. That's all she was, a killer.. "Y-yeah, I'll feel a lot better being away from here.." Natalie replied rather lightheartedly before flinching when he lightly bumped her. A smile that did not reach her eyes stretched across her face. "Oh, well, it was getting kinda heated so I just got out as soon as I could. I didn't want to stick around in case he got.. violent." she said with a shrug. "He's always had a bit of a temper so, I imagine he's probably already trashed my stuff anyways." 'Liar. Keeping anything would be too risky and would only slow you down. It's better to just steal clothes and anything you need when you really need it.'
Natalie set the items she had collected on the counter, watching the cashier scan everything and then charge the pay to the credit card. These were probably some of the first clothes that she had that had actually been paid for, rather than stolen, as a vampire. The last pair she remembered buying was before she left Germany, when she still considered herself partially human.. It had been right after her first kill.. A shudder slithered up her spine at the wretched memory that she fought so hard to keep from resurfacing.

[Cayla]

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