[center][h3][b][color=turquoise]Genevieve Marceaux - Warehouse[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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It was quite the sight to see someone's head chopped off, never mind the reactions of those around which intensified the shock value. Genevieve acted almost instinctively, rushing to the decapitated body to see what she could do, if only to help herself feel better. However, when she was within distance of Zach's corpse, Genevieve was utterly repulsed by the grotesque sight. She took a step back and looked away, but she reminded herself that she had a job to do, regardless of how she felt about it.

"Come on, just do this already..."

Genevieve knelt down next to the corpse, looking away as she did so. Letting out a small breath, she took a hold of Zach's hand to begin the process. Even though she didn't necessarily feel any physical pain, the pulsing sensation that felt like it might turn into something much worse flooded her body. It was a familiar feeling, frightening nonetheless, and it was also accompanied by the usual wave of anxiety. Genevieve watched as the wound slowly healed, but then she stopped, quickly going over to where the head lay. She would try a little crazy experiment, unnerving to say the least, but she had yet to test the limitations of her abilities to such extent. Genevieve picked up the head, her heart rate steadily increasing and she started to feel a bit nauseated, and then she walked back to the body, kneeling down next to it once more. Genevieve pushed together Zach's head and body, wound to wound, and then she gently placed her free hand over his neck as she resumed the regeneration process. But even then, each separate wound slowly started to heal on its own, foregoing reattachment. 

[I]Damn...[/I]

Genevieve was disappointed with herself. She was in no way responsible for Zach's death, but the guilt started to slowly surface. For a moment, she sat there next to the corpse staring straight ahead before she realized that she had to either kill someone soon or die, and neither choice was the least bit appealing.