[Perona understands how shameful it is to ask for help - she has never had to ask for help before, ever. Everything she wanted she was given or could very easily take. This, though...well, it's not like she really wants to attack every person that unknowingly crosses her path when she's not in her right mind. The people she did come across thus far were ones she didn't know nor very much care for, but...how long would that last? Plus what if she come across someone stronger than her? Someone not afraid to put her down for good.
And who else can she really just talk to? It's strange, but she's more comfortable around a fellow pirate like herself than some of the people here. Familiarity, maybe. Or just that she knows what to expect from him to some degree.
Without any thanks - she's never been one to voice her appreciation for things - Perona shuts her journal and waits by the schoolyard, trying to at least make herself look a little presentable. It's hard to, when her white dress was littered with splotches and flecks of blood from one of her first few feeds, but what can she do about that? At least she's wiped her mouth and hands free of the red by the time Law arrives within range of her new, heightened senses. His footsteps ring in her ears, and the beating of his heart in like an enormous gong...and then there was the scent of his blood, pumping nicely through his body.
Shaking her head, Perona rubs her face one last time and looks up from her seat on one of the swing sets at the school, her grip tight on the chain.]
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And who else can she really just talk to? It's strange, but she's more comfortable around a fellow pirate like herself than some of the people here. Familiarity, maybe. Or just that she knows what to expect from him to some degree.
Without any thanks - she's never been one to voice her appreciation for things - Perona shuts her journal and waits by the schoolyard, trying to at least make herself look a little presentable. It's hard to, when her white dress was littered with splotches and flecks of blood from one of her first few feeds, but what can she do about that? At least she's wiped her mouth and hands free of the red by the time Law arrives within range of her new, heightened senses. His footsteps ring in her ears, and the beating of his heart in like an enormous gong...and then there was the scent of his blood, pumping nicely through his body.
Shaking her head, Perona rubs her face one last time and looks up from her seat on one of the swing sets at the school, her grip tight on the chain.]
Good evening. [Thanks for coming.]