romamaro
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Isabella nodded slowly. They really had different ways of doing things. She couldn't understand why Tia would stay in one place—surely everyone would catch on. That was the main reason that Isabella moved, because after one or two deaths people tended to freak out a bit more, and it made it ten times more difficult for her to catch anything.
"Everyone will figure out that your place isn't safe. We should do it my way," she stated. She tucked the bone under her arm and swung her bag—which she hadn't taken off for the entire week—off her shoulders. She reached into it, pulling out a pair of wooly pink gloves. It wasn't clear if they had always been pink, or if they'd originally been white and then been dyed by blood. As she put them on, she explained, "either I can knock on someone's door and get into their house, or I can sit in an alley and call for help. The second one might be easier, and I'll just pull them into the back streets and you can finish them off."
She let the bag settle on her back again. "I can't actually finish something off without a weapon. So this'll be up to you," she said with a nod.
"Everyone will figure out that your place isn't safe. We should do it my way," she stated. She tucked the bone under her arm and swung her bag—which she hadn't taken off for the entire week—off her shoulders. She reached into it, pulling out a pair of wooly pink gloves. It wasn't clear if they had always been pink, or if they'd originally been white and then been dyed by blood. As she put them on, she explained, "either I can knock on someone's door and get into their house, or I can sit in an alley and call for help. The second one might be easier, and I'll just pull them into the back streets and you can finish them off."
She let the bag settle on her back again. "I can't actually finish something off without a weapon. So this'll be up to you," she said with a nod.
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