Post by Mackayla Aurora Sheridan on Jul 31, 2008 18:45:00 GMT -6
Mack stood leaning hard on a mausoleum pulling a cigarette out of her pocket she lit up. It had been barely a day since she was welcomed into the Hyperion Hotel and already she needed an escape. She slipped out the back not caring if anyone noticed her absence.
One puff off the cancer stick between her lips and she could already feel the calm wash over her. Her eyes closed till they were half lidded, she felt better than she had in ages despite where she was. Learning she was a slayer was the second worst thing she could have been told. All she wanted was a normally fucked up life not a life supernaturally fucked. True the strength was nice but it came with a heavy hold on her destiny and took the choice away.
After everything taken from her the day of her accident five years ago she wasn't thrilled about being one of the many demonic exterminators. Anyway, the slayers back at the hotel were only half cocked they willingly worked with two vampires. What the fuck was up with that?
She didn't see someone approaching her from the left as she pushed away from the solid wall taking one last drag from her cigarette. Her clothing flecked with dust from where she was leaning she sighed lightly. The jacket had cost her more than her budget could take when she'd purchased it.
"I guess that’s 200 bucks well spent, damn it Mack leaning on a crypt with your good jacket on!” Mackayla berated herself loudly until the figure was upon her completely. She looked the male up and down before tossing her fag down on the ground stomping it out with one stiletto boot. "Can I help you?" She responded coyly looking at him appreciatively.
It had been ages since she had a nice tumble in the sack and the guy didn’t give off too crazy of vibes. Her body was itching for some rough sex the kind that made her body ache for days afterward. Just to feel something she would remember for longer than a few minutes.
