[b]Aubrey - Cells/Baton Rouge streets [/b]

Aubrey had patiently watched as Magnus' prisoners went rather crazy over the arrow in the man's shoulder. She had a pleased smile on her face the entire time, and kept watching with amusement and interest as one of the other men stepped up to help. She had never met anyone that knew how to take an arrow out so this was a new. 

Although what actions were been taken in the cells had held her interest for a bit, she now was plagued with the thought of not having enough arrows. She had just shot one, and back in her room, she didn't have anymore stored for a rainy day. She had used them all in the last run that they had made which was a few weeks back. 

"I'll be going now." She didn't look at Magnus as she spoke, her eyes still on the people in the cell. By now they had completely helped the wounded victim and once again, most eyes were on her. If it wasn't for the fact that she was so OCD with her arrows, she would have sent another flying at someone else just to keep toying with them. She made eye contact with the man that had taken the bloody arrow out and smiled at him. It wasn't a too friendly smile, but more of a congratulatory smile. In all honesty, she wanted to shoot an arrow at him, to see how he'd take that one out.

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After she had left the cells and ignored the many questions of what she was doing, Aubrey found herself slinking through a few alleyways. She never really took the streets or the sidewalks, not wanting to be seen by others. Undead or living. 

One of the cons about going through the back way, though, was the fact that she couldn't tell what door led to what store.