Tiny Turtle
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"I'll see you two around." she says, waving them both goodbye as she leaves the tea shop.
Her eyes wander the darkened road as she walks home sipping her drink and humming another jazz song. She listens quietly to the sounds of the wind and the rustling of the trees. Her drink is almost done, but Pearl doesn't mind, at this point it's like a desert. Her feet are still silent in the night, which is something that Pearl quite likes. She enjoys the perks of being a vampire far more than she hates the downsides, and not once regretted her decision, which for many isn't something that they have. Though for Pearl the choice was nothing. She'd been raised... sort of, by vampires, and while she was more used as a living sculpture, she'd grown up with the culture and grew to love the parties, even if she hasn't been to one in what feels like a thousand years.
Her ears perk up as she walks down the road to her convenience store, and perhaps it's because the night is so silent that she hears a car in the distance. She hopes that they're just passing through and looking for some snacks or maybe extra gas. If not, Pearl will live. She's had a good night, and while she wouldn't mind making some money, a slow night is also nice.
The convenience store's neon sign of her store, Late Night Stops soon lights up Pearl's vision, and she pulls out the keys to the place. Once she opens the door she turns on the open sign, and flicks on the lights, then she pulls open the large metal sheets that cover the windows and sits herself on the counter. If the truck doesn't stop for her, she'll settle for closing up once more and slipping upstairs into her one room apartment to sleep through the day, either way it'll be a win-win because Pearl does like getting upstairs before the sun starts to peek through, but for a couple dollars she'll gladly rush through the process of closing everything up again.
Her eyes linger on the door to her store, and she takes a sip of her Slushie, now simply watered down blood (gross), and waits.
@Sleipnir @Midnight Peace
Her eyes wander the darkened road as she walks home sipping her drink and humming another jazz song. She listens quietly to the sounds of the wind and the rustling of the trees. Her drink is almost done, but Pearl doesn't mind, at this point it's like a desert. Her feet are still silent in the night, which is something that Pearl quite likes. She enjoys the perks of being a vampire far more than she hates the downsides, and not once regretted her decision, which for many isn't something that they have. Though for Pearl the choice was nothing. She'd been raised... sort of, by vampires, and while she was more used as a living sculpture, she'd grown up with the culture and grew to love the parties, even if she hasn't been to one in what feels like a thousand years.
Her ears perk up as she walks down the road to her convenience store, and perhaps it's because the night is so silent that she hears a car in the distance. She hopes that they're just passing through and looking for some snacks or maybe extra gas. If not, Pearl will live. She's had a good night, and while she wouldn't mind making some money, a slow night is also nice.
The convenience store's neon sign of her store, Late Night Stops soon lights up Pearl's vision, and she pulls out the keys to the place. Once she opens the door she turns on the open sign, and flicks on the lights, then she pulls open the large metal sheets that cover the windows and sits herself on the counter. If the truck doesn't stop for her, she'll settle for closing up once more and slipping upstairs into her one room apartment to sleep through the day, either way it'll be a win-win because Pearl does like getting upstairs before the sun starts to peek through, but for a couple dollars she'll gladly rush through the process of closing everything up again.
Her eyes linger on the door to her store, and she takes a sip of her Slushie, now simply watered down blood (gross), and waits.
@Sleipnir @Midnight Peace
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