[ The sigil left inside the door was little, requiring scarcely any of her blood, but she knows by now that even with the city’s limitations, her totem works well enough for particular spaces. Crowley had been unfortunate enough to be inside when it was cast, but nothing so dramatic should befall the latest visitor. If anything is as dangerous about him as she suspects, then it will merely prevent him from passing through the door as though obstructed by an invisible wall.
Even with the constant flickering of the screens, Vanessa had seen enough of his retreat toward the mechanical room to know that he wasn’t simply wandering, but searching for something. The bowels of the mall beyond the EMPLOYEE'S ONLYdoor don’t offer the most inviting aesthetic for the unsuspecting shopper. One needs to walk for quite awhile before reaching the fork in the path. He already tried the left, now he'll have to try the right path and follow his curiosity right past her. Who could resist investigating the whispers of static that drifted out of the security room?
After passing through the clutter of a desk and anything else that wasn’t nailed down—the result of a temper tantrum as much as the need for space—she waits flattened around the corner of the main hall. With her statuesque stillness and the night-time shadows cast over dark dress, there’s no reason at all to notice her until it’s too late. ]
leon kennedy { entries of the dark messes were made
Even with the constant flickering of the screens, Vanessa had seen enough of his retreat toward the mechanical room to know that he wasn’t simply wandering, but searching for something. The bowels of the mall beyond the EMPLOYEE'S ONLYdoor don’t offer the most inviting aesthetic for the unsuspecting shopper. One needs to walk for quite awhile before reaching the fork in the path. He already tried the left, now he'll have to try the right path and follow his curiosity right past her. Who could resist investigating the whispers of static that drifted out of the security room?
After passing through the clutter of a desk and anything else that wasn’t nailed down—the result of a temper tantrum as much as the need for space—she waits flattened around the corner of the main hall. With her statuesque stillness and the night-time shadows cast over dark dress, there’s no reason at all to notice her until it’s too late. ]