[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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[i]Trouble.[/i] The woman seemed to be joking, but Vanessa still felt as if someone had just thrown a bucket of icewater down her neck. She kept maintaining a stoic face of only minimal glimpses of emotions; irritation in the subtle twitch her eyebrow made, anticipation in the way her posture seemed to be just a bit straighter and eyes just slightly more alert. The woman's military combat did not help Nessa feel at ease, either. The attire signaled instant mistrust in the woman - not that she trusted anyone, really. It was a general rule of thumb for Nessa to not trust and thus not be disappointed.
Nessa could just sense the way the woman's blood was coursing through her veins, her heart beating inside her chest like a forbidden fruit dying to get out. She wasn't interested, however: only certain blood types were suitable for Nessa's digestion.
The woman went on: “These streets see a lot of action at night; a lot of new blood with no direction. It’s not safe for anyone; more humans are on high alert and more vampires gotta be afraid of leeches or crazy covens.” That confirmed Vanessa's earlier suspicions. This woman was baiting her, she was sure of it. Why Nessa even bothered to give her the time of the day, she didn't know. Perhaps trying to leave would just prove fatal even with Nessa's high dexterity and speed, as she did not know what the woman was capable of.
That said, Nessa couldn't help but feel slightly offended at being compared to the new bloods who had no direction, albeit it was only implied. Nessa felt she was above the lot. Her life - or lack thereof - was a proof of her success.
[color=#9A42FA]"Indeed,"[/color] Nessa replied with a thoughtful nod, barely even trying to sound intimidated by the woman's words. Maybe a little hint of suspicion could be heard seeping through the calm, collected tone.
“I just write it all down and try to keep the peace for everyone. So, I’m just curious; what are you up to this early?” the woman then asked, nonchalant and casual. It actually earned the woman a faint smile from Nessa, something which was not fabricated unlike most of her polite smiles. The ravenette's eyes crinkled for a split second before her smile turned back into a fake one. Very good one, but less genuine. Nessa never once broke her eye contact with the stranger.
[color=#9A42FA]"Well, yes,"[/color] Vanessa began, [color=#9A42FA]"you see, I like the quiet. And as it happens, my commutes are rather long and I do not own a car. I have to get up early to make it on time,"[/color] Nessa explained with a straight face even though she knew the woman was obviously smarter than to believe that bullshit excuse. And that showed on her face as she spoke, a quality of playfulness, an open challenge to her carefully chosen words. Perhaps she was feeling a bit playful that morning, or there was something in the woman. Nessa wasn't the type to play with fire, lest she get her fingers burnt. However, sometimes you had to get your fingers burnt to feel something, [i]anything.[/i]