MariAnne laughed nervously. "None taken," she said. "You're right. I'm very new. That little incident in the alley the other day was my first attempt at slaying."
MariAnne remembered the fearful face of the young girl who'd been trapped in the hands of a rogue vampire. "I was just...angry." She anxiously twirled a strand of her hair, feeling that familiar mixture of sorrow, fury, and pure adrenaline that had forced her into action that night. "Acted on impulse."
He probably thinks I'm stupid, she thought, feeling warmth rise to her pale cheeks. He's so experienced, and the only reason he winded up meeting me was because of my own idiocy.
But why was she here with him tonight, then?
I'll never understand this guy.
OOC: Oh, don't worry. I understand! And it's not like my character has given him any reason to believe her competent, anyway. At least, not yet! ^_^
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"Biting my trewand pen, beating myselfe for spite,
Fool, said my Muse to me, looke in thy heart, and write."
- Sir Philip Sidney
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