[Ringer is sleep deprived and distracted, having been chasing a newborn vampire around for the last several nights. Her meeting with the older vamp is still lingering on her mind, as is her promise not to hunt the newborn until he kills again. Every night since, she wanders and listens for trouble, waiting for the inevitable. With all that crazy excitement and way too little sleep, it becomes difficult to buckle down and pay attention in class. She has one down and one to go in a couple hours, which allows her the perfect amount of time to go buy some sugar and maybe grab a proper meal.
The girl slips into the small specialty foods shop without fuss, casually browsing. While the casual onlooker would have no clue, a particularly observant person might notice the handgun holstered at the small of her back, hidden beneath shirt, jacket, and backpack. Silver bullets.
She steps up beside the man to browse, oblivious to who or what he is. Ringer can't help but notice the box of Pop-Tarts in his hand.] Are those any good? The Smores.
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The girl slips into the small specialty foods shop without fuss, casually browsing. While the casual onlooker would have no clue, a particularly observant person might notice the handgun holstered at the small of her back, hidden beneath shirt, jacket, and backpack. Silver bullets.
She steps up beside the man to browse, oblivious to who or what he is. Ringer can't help but notice the box of Pop-Tarts in his hand.] Are those any good? The Smores.