Watching and Waiting {Open}

[myseri rhayne]

"I'm not sure, but they are quite braindead," she said with a giggle, "and dead people float." Whoops, said too much again. Myseri was really going to buy herself a muzzle. Either that or sew her mouth shut. In her world, that would be somewhat stylish. The idea was tempting, but it wasn't exactly how she wanted to become acquainted with a needle.

With another laugh, she nodded at Elena. "Good fights are always a great way to waste the boredom," she said with a smile, "especially when you're good at it." Fighting wasn't fair in the vampire world. Then again, it wasn't in the wizarding or human world either. Wizards had their wands. Humans had weapons. Vampires were too quick and lethal. It was like dogs were betting on them rather than vice versa.

"Ugh," she sighed at the thought of school. "Yuuupp," Myseri added with another sigh, "nothing changes, but the staircases." Another laugh escaped her. It was true and if one more of those Merlin-saken things moved on her, she vowed to remove it from the wall. It wasn't bad in the daylight, but after a night of hunting you're always weary. Well, frankly, weary and movement don't mix. If she wasn't practically immortal, that fall would have kill her.

[elena lee]

Dead people float? At first the phrase raised a red flag in Elena's mind but, with great reluctance, she shrugged it off. This girl was just that, a girl. How could she be involved in underworld crimes? No, Myseri had probably just gotten that fact from a random source. Surely the girl hadn't seen death...

"I once asked a corpse for directions. Of course I didn't know he was a corpse until after I had shaken his hand. My watchers thought I should ask the swimming man for directions. Apparently they had known the guy was a floater all along." The stupid jerks had paid for the trick too. Never again would they trick Elena into touching a long dead corpse. No sir!

"Yeah, good fights are great stress relief!" Leaning in a bit, Elena lowered her voice so only Myseri could hear. "Personally, I like to start bar fights." Sitting back, Elena adjusted that damned strand of hair again. "I mean, it's just fun seeing all those inebriated guys attempt to hit each other." She laughed. Maybe she would visit a bar later... "It is so hard finding a good sparring partner. Especially if you're a girl." She shook her head. Many of the guys in teh department wouldn't fight with her because either 1 she had already kicked their asses and they didnt' want to lose face again and 2 most wouldn't hit a girl.

"Ahh. Fallen victim to the staircases. You know, I believe that I made a promise that one day I would burn everyone of those blasted things to the ground. I'm biding my time. Figure if I come back as a poltergeist I won't be able to be punished." Not that she welcomed death, but Elena anxiously awaited the day the staircases would meet their untimely end.