[Debbie please roll perception and alertness, diff: 6]

2009-10-23 19:28:32 Debbie Allen rolls 4 dice to perception 8,9,9,3 (3 successes)

Debbie will listen with all her might....at the same time thinking....she's got those sweats, and a couple changes...she should pack up that gym bag, get a couple books....that silly cape and RUN

There it was. A flicker of...something.

She knows she saw it, whatever it was. Looking closer... There. Debbie sees it, for just a second. A shrunken, emaciated head. Like a skull with skin layed on and black coal eyes. Teeth like a cave and large batlike ears. She gets an eyeful of this face before it dissapears from her windows again.

It may be damn close to daylight, but Debbie still isnt alone.

A gasp, then she starts getting things together for her escape when the sun sets again.  Her sweats...easy to clean, a bit large, a couple other sets.  That silly cape with hood, slows down a bit while looking longingly at the radio, but no...looks over her books...as the feeling of sunrise starts coming over her.  Another round of the apartment, before making sure she won't get burned by the sun.  A few more things stuffed into the bag...along with her ID and a few other things.  Its stuffed, but hopefully it will hold.  

After that...another look around.  She can tell where he had taken her clothing...her closet is empty.  A sigh looking around the place she's called home now for almost two years.  A tiny cramped apartment, but with memories of friends coming over, dinners, times alone when she could relax....

Her last action will be to turn her mirror around.  So she can't see what she now looks like....before going back to bed and falling into the death like sleep.  The bag of her stuff clasped to her....like a child with a teddy bear.

One last thought might surface....teddy bear....but he wouldn't fit...miss him....

Sunset...and she awoke...with a gasp.

Oh yes...

Getting up, with a final longing glance around, before turning off the answering machine...leaving the key on the tiny table by the door.  She hates to do this, but...

Out the window, and down the side of the building.  Yes, its something she's done before...mostly as a giggle...

A last look around, before pulling the hood of the cape up and walking off towards the park...and the lake.  

Tonight, she is going to keep walking until she either HAS to stop or she is far enough away from the city to not have to worry about people.  Its cold enough that she doesn't look TOO odd, so, thats one worry off her mind.  As it is, she'll just keep walking, steadily.  The closest direction to getting out of the city.

While she walks, her memories are there.  Her family, growing up, her job, friends.  Picnics in the park and dates.  A simple enough life, with dreams and plans for a future.  

Now?

Her family and friends would soon be posting her as missing.  She could never ever let them know what happened, so, eventually, they would lose hope of finding her.  As far as she was concerned, she was dead to the world, and, frankly, was hoping to be really dead, and no longer like she was.  Oh, she could have done something while in her apartment, but even so, she hadn't.  At least she now had something to defend herself with.  Not much, and, if she was able to, maybe even finish herself off.

She also found herself thinking over the past few days.  She still didn't believe that Roberto was a vampire.  She didn't care what Asshole had said.  He had probably just been trying to either piss her off, or something.  Well, enough of thinking of him.  Another person she could never see again.

 

Debbie could feel, somehow that dawn was coming.  Gazing around, totally unaware of where she really was, only that houses had been rather scarce for a while, and the park she was in, was more of a wilderness than the immaculately groomed parks in the city.

She needed to find a place to hide for the day.

2009-10-28 10:11:23 Debbie Allen rolls 4 dice to finding shelter (Diff 7) 6,9,6,6 (1 success)

Well...it was shelter, of a sort.  Curling into a tiny ball, or as tiny as she can, the cloak spread out over her in a hopeful attempt to not only shade her from any stray sunbeams, but also an attempt to make sure she was hidden from view.

'You know. This is really just sad.'

Curled up under her coat Debbie will hear an unfamiliar voice that has to be no more than ten feet away from her.

'Here I thought you were up to something cool. But no, your just doing... uh, that. No wonder your sire is so broken up.'

Slowly, she'll peek out, seeking whoever is speaking.

A man of slightly above average height stands in the leaves near Debbie. He is decidedly non-threatening. You cant say he is attractive, but hes certainly not ugly either. He has a five O'clock shadow and a lean face with simple hair on his head. He is wearing an out of place grey suit and his shoes are caked in mud. He wears a small backpack and his hands are shoved in his pockets. When Debbie peeks out he smiles, completely non threatening, even friendly.

2009-10-28 16:53:13 Radiation rolls 7 dice to Charisma + Expression [Disarming] 1,7,10,9,5, 9,9 (4 successes)

'You know...'

He continues, crouching down and turning his eyes off into the woods for a moment. His voice lowers suitably, as if hes sharing a big secret with her and only her.

'...I used to be like you. I know exactly what your going through out here. And if you want, I can help.'

She'll retreat further into her shelter, wrapping things so only her eyes will show.

'nothing and no one can help me, but thanks for the offer'

Her voice sounding worse and worse to her own ears.

'Oh how little you know. Youve made a few steps in the right direction though. Coming out here into the barrens though, Princess, is ill advised.'

The man removes his hands from his pockets, reaching down to rustle in the leaves for a moment. Debbie will notice something is wrong with his left hand, he has an extra digit. Its not your typical useless sixth, but a fully articulated and useful second ring finger.

'The first week is the worst. Your sunbath wont help you come out the other side any smoother. I hope your not out here to repeat that little experiment...'

'I don't think so'

Her voice is dry, almost mocking.  

'after all, it went so well the first time.  Who are you, and why would you even care?'

'My name is Sam.'

He says, as if that explains everything at once. He picks up a small twig off the ground and begins twisting it beetween his fingers, his eyes remain intently on Debbie as if her burns and deformities were the most natural thing hes ever seen.

'I care because... well, I know how you once looked and seeing you exist like this is an affront to my refined senses. Im offering to fix you.'

That comment will bring her bolt upright, staring at him, half in disbelief, half in...wild hope tempered with perhaps some innate knowledge that it wouldn't work.

'how?'

'Its not an easy process, but it can be done. I dont have time to give you all the details. This wild goose chase of yours has us a little father out than Im comfortable with.'

Before Debbie can think shes being scammed the man drops the twisted twig and stands to his full height again, adding:

'Lets just say I used to look like you. Worse, even. If you have the mind for it, you can fix this, but you have to come with me.'

She'll stare at him for a bit, then, with a sigh, shake her head.

'I'm looking like this because I said yes once, with my luck, I'll end up looking worse, so...tempting as it might be, thanks but no thanks'

Turns around in her little shelter, getting ready for the day.

Debbie will not recieve a response to that. Should she bother to look she will see nothing but trees and the ever lightening sky.

Making sure she's as safe from the sun as she can be, then falling into the torpor that is sleep for a vampire.

One last thought, I wish I knew who to trust.