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[It's evening; the sun's finally gone down. That means Hungary is able to come out now. For the past couple days the light's been bothering her and she's locked herself into a dark inside room of her apartment until night time. The video feed starts suddenly; Hungary hadn't meant to turn it on. All it's showing is a mirror. A mirror that's reflecting the room's surroundings, yes, but no human figure is showing.]
....What the Hell?!
[Judging from that voice, the fact that nothing is showing in the mirror isn't normal. A hand appears in the video now; a slender, feminine hand touches the mirror, but the mirror shows no reflection of that hand in it at all.]
[Hungary pulls back suddenly, in the process knocking into the communicator so it spins around, now showing her face. She reaches up to her mouth, running her index finger over her teeth. She has fangs. Sharp fangs. Very sharp fangs, apparently, as she presses her finger pad too hard against one of them and it draws blood.]
Ow!
[But she doesn't pull her finger away. Curiously she laps at her bleeding fingertip. Blood tastes nice. She wants more. So much more. But not her own. Someone else's. A mischievous smile on her face, she picks up the communicator and shoves it into her pocket before rapidly exiting her apartment. She will taste more blood tonight. That's already decided as she makes her way onto the streets]
((OOC: Yup, Hungary is a vampire. For action feel free to run into her anywhere on the streets of Discedo! Let me know if you don't want her attempting to feed on your character, though.))
....What the Hell?!
[Judging from that voice, the fact that nothing is showing in the mirror isn't normal. A hand appears in the video now; a slender, feminine hand touches the mirror, but the mirror shows no reflection of that hand in it at all.]
[Hungary pulls back suddenly, in the process knocking into the communicator so it spins around, now showing her face. She reaches up to her mouth, running her index finger over her teeth. She has fangs. Sharp fangs. Very sharp fangs, apparently, as she presses her finger pad too hard against one of them and it draws blood.]
Ow!
[But she doesn't pull her finger away. Curiously she laps at her bleeding fingertip. Blood tastes nice. She wants more. So much more. But not her own. Someone else's. A mischievous smile on her face, she picks up the communicator and shoves it into her pocket before rapidly exiting her apartment. She will taste more blood tonight. That's already decided as she makes her way onto the streets]
((OOC: Yup, Hungary is a vampire. For action feel free to run into her anywhere on the streets of Discedo! Let me know if you don't want her attempting to feed on your character, though.))
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