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It's nearing dusk - many of Luceti's residents will be finishing up their daily activities or returning home or, perhaps, beginning their nightly activities. That new club that opened up sure is a hot spot....and the bar is open until the wee hours of morning sometimes. But whether someone is going home or heading out, they may very well spy out of the corner of their eye a figure curled up with her back pressed to the wall of a building, huddled up in the shadows with her arms and legs drawn up close and tight to her body. She's wearing a dirty, white sun dress - the New Feather garb - but it's much too raggedy for this young woman to be among the new arrivals.

Grinding her teeth together, Perona breathes hard, digging her fingers into her arms to the point where she may begin to bruise them. It's too bright...too hot and bright and burning. She can't leave her little patch of shadows...not yet...but she can hear and see and smell all the people passing by. Each beat of their hearts, every exhale drives her senses crazy and despite how hard she tries to remain in one solitary spot - wait a little longer - a screaming, clawing, biting urge gnaws angrily at the back of her mind. She's so hungry...it's awful. But she can't do anything just yet, and the wait is sickeningly long. But she has to be patient, as much as her legs are itching to spring her at the next person that passes by.

Curious folk ought to be wary, because she will be counting every second it takes for the last rays of light to sink below the horizon, won't hear a word they say against the echoing beat of their hearts in their ears - thu-thump, thu-thump - and she'll look at them only with desire, like a ravenous animal would, and only bare her very new, very sharp fangs at them when the sun has fully set.

Through the night though, and with each unlucky person she nets and feeds from, Perona will regain a little more of her sensibility. By the time she's come full circle and gotten a full grip on herself will she backtrack to where she first arrived back in Luceti and find her journal, addressing a certain person in private, voice low and shaking.]

[Voice: Filtered to Trafalgar Law 80%]

M-Mr. Law? [It takes a moment for her to think of what to even say. How does she even go about explaining this? It's not like she really even wants to come clean, but if there's anyone she could talk to, it'd be Law.] I've--...may I speak with you? Now.

[Her head's swimming, trying to find words and how to piece them together. Perona can still taste blood in her mouth, and while half of her finds the notion utterly revolting (it's not at all charming like her favorite books make it out to be), the other half she's become finds the decadent, irony taste extremely satisfying.]

By the schoolyard...p-please. [It was the closest building near her. And just as she's about to close her journal, where the journal feed seems like it's ended, she adds in a very tiny voice--] ...Be on your guard.

[Just in case.]

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[OOC: Okay, just some clarification, but Perona has been returned as a vampire. Chronologically, Law's thread will be last, but let me know if you want Perona from the get-go is ravenous, bloodthirsty hunger or a more sane attempt to get a bite. Characters also don't have to be bitten! Perona can interact with them when she's a little more herself, but the conversations will be very short, and she may attack them, which gives the option of the character also escaping.

And yes, she still have her Devil Fruit abilities, too, so if you want your character attacked by them or not, let me know. You can ping me on plurk (

MelonFlavored) or PM this journal for questions.]

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[Law frowns on the other end of the feed, immediately concerned. Perona calling out to him? A rival pirate like him? It must be serious.

It also leaves him wary, because pirate pride dictates one does not call for help. That breathy '... be on your guard.' makes him cloak himself in Haki instinctively, because she knows he is strong and...

Be on guard for what?]

I'm coming.

[He let's Itachi know what's up before leaving. Soon enough, the Supernova is on his way.]

[Vash stumbled out of Good Spirits. Laughing loudly to himself as he nearly fell over onto his face. It was very late at night, but it wasn't unusual for him to spend his nights at the bar. Headed home some time after midnight. It was better then his empty apartment.

A grin on his face he weaves his way for the Ice Apartment building. He doesn't bother with the main street. He's lived in Luceti more than long enough to know his way through the buildings to find his way home.

Lungs taking in that nippy air he pulls his red jacket close around him. Attempting to stifle his laughter as he moves to avoid waking anyone up.]

[The sun is just setting, and Rock Lee is steadily jogging from the Battle Dome to the Flame Building for a quick evening meal. He's sweating profusely, with a towel draped over his neck.

He doesn't mind taking the scenic route. It means more exercise, and maybe he can find some familiar faces to catch up with...]

[The thought of night clubs never crossed Seventeen's mind. It was one of the only buildings active at night which caught his attention.

As for Seventeen, he spent most of his day at the battle dome. His dark shirt was torn enough it left one shoulder bear revealing his long sleeve under shirt and a couple of dirt scratches. It didn't phase him one bit. Even though he looked like he just walked out of a gang fight, Seventeen looked calm like he had better days. His breath and heart remained steady and calm.

Seventeen's hands remained in his jean pockets as he walked pass the club. He didn't pay much attention to the people around or saw the young woman in the shadows.]

[He doesn't spend much time at the club most evenings - the energy level was thrilling, sure, but it came from a small space packed with a lot of people. A lot of people included a lot of women, which Guy wouldn't be against if he weren't always far too close for comfort. Nothing ruined an evening out faster than a scream and furniture toppling.

Thankfully a man who tries to learn from his mistakes, Guy has slipped out of the club an hour after sundown, jacket casually tossed over his shoulders as he makes his way back to House One. He's not in any rush - no telling what kind of late-night chore from certain housemates he might have to be prepared for.]

[A couple feet was about all he could see a head of himself since he stepped into the darkness outside of the bar, but he thought nothing of it as he was more or less drunk and in higher spirits. The unfortunate unknown consequences meant that he would walk, sometimes stumble on his path home, all the while musing to himself about how fun some of the nights conversation was and making himself an easy target for a vampire.

About half way home, though, is about where he starts to feel the other effects of slow beer. Dizziness being one of them, so he decides to take a moment to stop and rest against the building wall, unfortunately also stumbling in the right place at the wrong time. Still he was in high spirits though.]

Whoaaa, haha. This is not good. Maybe I should have taken Jade out with me after all...

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