From the long dark shadows the surrounding broken down hives provided, one good eye was watching transfixed to every move the woman made. For awhile the troll was silently stalking her prey, slipping into one of the more structurally sound hives and peering through the battered window. She wasn't eying her supplies, or weapons, or anything like that. It was that jacket with the number eight plastered all over it painting a nice target on the woman's back. Vriska wanted it.
Luck must have been on her side as her prey wondered over to the hive in which she was hiding and she ducked down quickly as she entered. Crouching in the darken corner of the room Vriska could sense that the woman wasn't as sharp as someone would be if they have been well rested and fed. A pointy fang grin crept at the corners of her lips. Excellent.
A foot shifted under her grinding the rubble as she moved to stand. The noise was not all in her head. She was not alone. Vriska moved in front of the window, dusty light that poured inside ringed her with a pale halo. In the dim sunlight the woman could make out figure of a young girl, well a troll since there was a pair of oddly shaped horns that protruded from the girl's head. Around her shoulders was an over-sized District 8 jacket and there was another one tied around her hips. The pair of glasses she wore look busted on the left side where now a patch covered the missing eye. Painstakingly she had removed the number ‘4’ patches from her own district jacket. Using only the top triangle bits, she put them together making a crude looking ‘8’. Though it come across more like a black widow’s warning mark. Either way, she thought it looked pretty sweet.
The chain wrapped around her right arm chattered as she held the loose end in her left, twirling it as she took a step forward. "That's a nice jacket. I think I'll make it mine now. Be smart and hand it over so I won't have to hurt you like the others~"
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Luck must have been on her side as her prey wondered over to the hive in which she was hiding and she ducked down quickly as she entered. Crouching in the darken corner of the room Vriska could sense that the woman wasn't as sharp as someone would be if they have been well rested and fed. A pointy fang grin crept at the corners of her lips. Excellent.
A foot shifted under her grinding the rubble as she moved to stand. The noise was not all in her head. She was not alone. Vriska moved in front of the window, dusty light that poured inside ringed her with a pale halo. In the dim sunlight the woman could make out figure of a young girl, well a troll since there was a pair of oddly shaped horns that protruded from the girl's head. Around her shoulders was an over-sized District 8 jacket and there was another one tied around her hips. The pair of glasses she wore look busted on the left side where now a patch covered the missing eye. Painstakingly she had removed the number ‘4’ patches from her own district jacket. Using only the top triangle bits, she put them together making a crude looking ‘8’. Though it come across more like a black widow’s warning mark. Either way, she thought it looked pretty sweet.
The chain wrapped around her right arm chattered as she held the loose end in her left, twirling it as she took a step forward. "That's a nice jacket. I think I'll make it mine now. Be smart and hand it over so I won't have to hurt you like the others~"