[ Humming a merry little tune, Grell has seated herself on a rooftop, feet swaying over its ledge. Images of her recent kill dance through her mind; cherry blossoms peppered with the fresh spray of sanguine, glistening like rubies beneath the full moon-- truly gorgeous.
That same blood has begun to dull on her blade, however, and she's taken to wiping it clean and picking off stray bits of flesh with a pretty white handkerchief. Should make it easier to save, for later purposes.
The reaper's hand stills, as reverberations of his footsteps reach her ears. ]
Hᴍ! What luck.
[ Fantastic for her - perhaps less so, for the poor (albeit capable) fool she's spotted.
Once climbed to her feet, Grell pockets the cloth and makes her way toward the source, from above. It's only moments before she's upon the other redhead - whose stature is quite telling of his mental state! ]
Rough evening, I take it.
[ Standing behind him now, the lady tilts her head with a flirtatious bat of her lashes! She might appear even more suspicious than she behaves, red splatter over her neck and cheek, clothing blackened with wet blood - and, of course, there's the chainsaw that she still holds behind her, blade just barely scraping the ground beneath her feet. ]
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That same blood has begun to dull on her blade, however, and she's taken to wiping it clean and picking off stray bits of flesh with a pretty white handkerchief. Should make it easier to save, for later purposes.
The reaper's hand stills, as reverberations of his footsteps reach her ears. ]
Hᴍ! What luck.
[ Fantastic for her - perhaps less so, for the poor (albeit capable) fool she's spotted.
Once climbed to her feet, Grell pockets the cloth and makes her way toward the source, from above. It's only moments before she's upon the other redhead - whose stature is quite telling of his mental state! ]
Rough evening, I take it.
[ Standing behind him now, the lady tilts her head with a flirtatious bat of her lashes! She might appear even more suspicious than she behaves, red splatter over her neck and cheek, clothing blackened with wet blood - and, of course, there's the chainsaw that she still holds behind her, blade just barely scraping the ground beneath her feet. ]