[color=#9A42FA][h3]Vanessa Poirier[/h3][/color]
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Nessa observed Beck every time the she turned away. Golden eyes examining the other person in an annoyed, but curious manner. It was hard to read what Beck's deal was. She was a slayer, that much was obvious, but she seemed more like a lone wolf than a pack animal.
Soon Beck asked, if Vanessa had somewhere to be. Sighing with a nonchalant shrug, the ravenette replied: [color=#9A42FA]"I [i]was[/i] going somewhere, but then this happened, so..."[/color] she motioned her leg. Most vampires had a strong healing factor. Nessa did not. She couldn't walk even if she tried to, not without support. Not that she wanted Beck to figure that out. She was pretty much out of options, however. Maybe she could stall for a bit.
[color=#9A42FA]"Might want to get rid of that thing,"[/color] Nessa commented, nodding at the now corpse of a man with carefully controlled distain. [color=#9A42FA]"I apologise for the mess. Doing things the old fashioned way isn't my style. Usually, that is."[/color] Although Vanessa apologised, it was clear she wasn't apologising [i]to[/i] Beck, but rather her own erratic behaviour from earlier. Nessa hid behind a shell of elegance, after all.