Post by Serena on May 30, 2015 9:50:15 GMT -5
Hey @tea and @perriesgonnafall , sorry that it took so long to write this. I hope you all still want to do this as much as I do, and I hope you will still provid us with bisquits perrie c.
I'm not quite sure if this is a thing that is even needed to say here, but I'm basically okay with everything including gore.
Today was, as most other days tended to be for Serena, not a busy day. Normally she would have wheeled herself trough the endless corridors of the Catacombs, discovering new paths and interesting places...but today she didn't feel like it.
So she had decided to wheel herself into one of the small common rooms that were scattered trough the place.
She did not necessarily feel the need to interact with anyone, but she liked sitting in a quiet corner with one of the books from the bookshelf's that were placed there and just listen to the other members chatter while she read whatever she fancied at the time.
Today, when she wheeled herself in, the room was almost empty except for a very tall human (?) in a high collared trench coat. For a moment Serena thought that it might be an outsider - but then she realized that he was bearing the cult symbol on his chest and her excitement settled back down.
Well, then it would be a book she would devour today, she thought to herself with a sort of quiet bemusement as she rolled in front of one of the shelf.
She was already busy with deciding what she wanted to read (the selection ranged from Poe over Thomas Harris to 'The Art of potion brewing' by R.A.B. Not that she knew what any of those meant) when the smell swept in. It was...a warm, wet smell that left a taste of...fresh flowers, wood and a hot summer wind on her tongue.
she blinked and turned her head, trying to locate where that came from. It seemed to be emitted by the...person in the chair she had noticed earlier.
A wave of curiosity swept trough her - together with a great uncertainty that prevented her from actually doing something. So she just sat there, glancing over to the other member and out of words.
I'm not quite sure if this is a thing that is even needed to say here, but I'm basically okay with everything including gore.
Today was, as most other days tended to be for Serena, not a busy day. Normally she would have wheeled herself trough the endless corridors of the Catacombs, discovering new paths and interesting places...but today she didn't feel like it.
So she had decided to wheel herself into one of the small common rooms that were scattered trough the place.
She did not necessarily feel the need to interact with anyone, but she liked sitting in a quiet corner with one of the books from the bookshelf's that were placed there and just listen to the other members chatter while she read whatever she fancied at the time.
Today, when she wheeled herself in, the room was almost empty except for a very tall human (?) in a high collared trench coat. For a moment Serena thought that it might be an outsider - but then she realized that he was bearing the cult symbol on his chest and her excitement settled back down.
Well, then it would be a book she would devour today, she thought to herself with a sort of quiet bemusement as she rolled in front of one of the shelf.
She was already busy with deciding what she wanted to read (the selection ranged from Poe over Thomas Harris to 'The Art of potion brewing' by R.A.B. Not that she knew what any of those meant) when the smell swept in. It was...a warm, wet smell that left a taste of...fresh flowers, wood and a hot summer wind on her tongue.
she blinked and turned her head, trying to locate where that came from. It seemed to be emitted by the...person in the chair she had noticed earlier.
A wave of curiosity swept trough her - together with a great uncertainty that prevented her from actually doing something. So she just sat there, glancing over to the other member and out of words.