08-18-2013, 01:49 PM
Flood's attention is on the road ahead, Vee's is on the phone for a brief conversation with one called Isobel. In the back, Will makes a bid for freedom, or death at his own hands which is a freedom all its own. It's possible that he'll spend eternity hoping that he succeeded in the attempt.
It happens when Vee is turning to ask Flood a question, after having told Isobel that a creature named Harold's disappearance will need to be explained. The Tzimisce is in the middle of asking after their destination when, from the corner of the eye, a shifting of bodies is witnessed. Only one body in that pile should be capable of movement and it's at the very bottom, which means that pile is stacked rather high.
The phone call is abruptly ended - Isobel has enough information to start at least - the head still held in one cold hand - by the hair, that pretty, dark, surprisingly soft hair - is tossed thoughtlessly into the back of the car.
Vee is smiling, pleased and proud with the choice made tonight. There is no worry or concern on that face, no fear that the quarry is about to escape. One might wonder that this creature is capable of such feelings, that they would have been felt even had the creature looked into the back just in time to see a door thrown open and a body slip free.
"Pull over," says Tzimisce to Lasombra.
It happens when Vee is turning to ask Flood a question, after having told Isobel that a creature named Harold's disappearance will need to be explained. The Tzimisce is in the middle of asking after their destination when, from the corner of the eye, a shifting of bodies is witnessed. Only one body in that pile should be capable of movement and it's at the very bottom, which means that pile is stacked rather high.
The phone call is abruptly ended - Isobel has enough information to start at least - the head still held in one cold hand - by the hair, that pretty, dark, surprisingly soft hair - is tossed thoughtlessly into the back of the car.
Vee is smiling, pleased and proud with the choice made tonight. There is no worry or concern on that face, no fear that the quarry is about to escape. One might wonder that this creature is capable of such feelings, that they would have been felt even had the creature looked into the back just in time to see a door thrown open and a body slip free.
"Pull over," says Tzimisce to Lasombra.