who sticks out a like a sore thumb?

[hejhej]

Who: Lisbeth to start out, but anyone who might be roaming around.
When: Afternoon of the 12th (so today)
Where: A mall within Sector 4
Summary: Lisbeth gears up to become Irene Nesser once more.
Warnings: This is Lisbeth. It's bound to be marred by language.


It was the first day she'd been outside of her apartment ever since arriving to Siren's Port. After her conversation with the lawyer, Lisbeth thought long and hard about working with them. She severely distrusted anyone who had anything to do with the law. Lawyers and psychologists had declared her incompetent and that's what landed her in St. Stefan's... She smoked four cigarettes after thinking about St. Stefan's and then went back to the task at hand. But the money that she'd come with was slowly draining; also the clock was ticking for her to either pay rent for that shithole or move out. Lisbeth didn't have to work at the law office, however; Irene Nesser could do it. Unfortunately for Lisbeth, she burned all of Irene's papers - passport, birth certificate - everything she needed to get a job.

Doctoring those documents again wouldn't be a hassle. She still had credit cards in Irene's name, but did they work here? She wasn't sure. But she had to get her whole outfit together one more time. She'd tossed her wig outside of a moving train when she was going back to Sweden.

You dumbass, she thought to herself, but why? She didn't think she'd end up in a place like Siren's Port. So dressed in her Sunday best of baggy black pants, her faithful caterpillar boots with duct tape holding her left sole together, and a worn black shirt that said "Fuck you you fucking fuck." Of course, no one could see the shirt as it was buried underneath her black coat. Her grey beanie covered her hair as she made her way into the mall. Her messenger bag was slung over her side.

As she walked through the mall, her eyes were focused on the ground.

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[tinyvampiregod]

[He's following her. Why? Why not. The way she moves, the way she keeps her eyes cast down, it piques his interest and as he has all the time in the world in this place, why not start with examining the citizens and attempting to discern whether or not they are supernatural and of what variety.

It also won't hurt to be out and about in case any of said supernatural creatures get out of hand and need a bit of reigning in. Physically.

So he follows her into the mall, looking like a small, pale child with blackest hair and a winter white coat.]

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth of course doesn't notice the person following her. She usually has a sixth sense about such things, but her mind has been racing all day with things she needed to get done and the things that went bump in the night in Siren's Port. Her legs moved fast over the white floor as if she knew where she was going, but Lisbeth didn't. Her legs merely carried her to the directory in the middle of the floor. She looked up without a sound, her eyes scanning the list of stores. As usual, they were American stores with a few she hadn't heard of before.

There was an H&M and a Banana Republic. Expensive places, but places that would make Irene look presentable and of a certain economic status. Lisbeth decided to go to H&M first, remembering where Banana Republic was for later.

Lisbeth, whom had been standing still for about a three minutes, suddenly turned to her left and made her way to the escalators.

[tinyvampiregod]

[He watches as she looks over the directory, then abruptly follows as she moves. She felt enough of a human, to him, but there was something yet alien about her in his opinion. That and he was terribly bored without the blood and battle he had previously been promised.

It was almost a game, cat and mouse or goats and tigers. And he was playing it as a human, following, falling back, then moving forward, licking his fangs and taking unnatural delight as to why someone dressed like that would be approaching a store that looked-

he blinked

women were allowed to wear things such as that? How... progressive.]

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth's presence set off the small electronic bell these malls seemed to have. She knew it was a security measure, to keep a tally on who entered and exited, but it still bothered her. She preferred when people didn't know she was around. Immediately, a swarm of associates began to hover around her, playing Pavlov dogs to the sound of the bell. However, one glance at her and they veered the other way. Perfect.

She didn't enjoy being helped.

Lisbeth made her way to a section of the store that was more formal than the rest of it. With such indiscretion, she began to pull clothes off their racks and into her arms. She found her sizes immediately, knowing well how she fit in certain designs than in others.]

[tinyvampiregod]

[He simply phases so that the sensor will not pick him up, appearing at practically her elbow, glancing over the current selection she held over one arm]

Ah- perhaps something more modest? And that color is better suited to a blonde than a brunette.

[He looks up at her- he is petite. Child sized. And flashes a grin that contains far too many razor sharp teeth.]

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth of course didn't notice this small demonlike child until he spoke. She jumped and turned her head in his direction. She was then alarmed by his appearance, but she didn't quite move away. Why? She wasn't sure; maybe she was so frightened that she couldn't think about moving.]

Where's your mom?