[ Grell could have travelled very nearly anywhere by then-- and yet, she decided to stay in London. She might've been very nearly broke, but money is easy to come by when you've no qualms against violence. There was also the option of teleporting onto any given vessel, or using the same methods to steal what was needed. Instead, she had this masochistic need to remain where ghosts her of memories could haunt her.
It would be easier to find her, of course. But she welcomed them to try. It made her otherwise pointless life a bit more interesting.
The reaper hasn't been able to go out much, since they last found her, as healing has been a chore. When she does, it's in disguise, for sake of ease; humans are much more compliant when faced with the familiar. She's back to wearing the round spectacles, hair a blackened brown and worn tied back - although, it's much shorter now, barely brushing her shoulders. ]
Good evening, Gertrude.
[ Grell heaves a sigh as closes the door behinds her, barring out the cold winds. The woman's flat is rather small and dreary, illuminated only be the overcast skies poking through the curtains.
Setting down her bagged food, she takes a seat across from Gertrude at the small table, exhaling a pained sigh. ]
I didn't bring you anything. I'm sure you understand.
[ It wasn't as though Gertrude needed to eat. She's dead, and has been since Grell found the place a week ago. Already reaped, by the looks of it.
Gingerly removing her coat, Grell gives a groan as she shrugs it from her shoulders. Unbuttoning her shirt, stained through, she sighs. ]
Really, I'm too sore to bother covering you. We're both ladies, anyhow, aren't we? It's fine.
[ As she thought, her stitching popped again. Puffing her cheeks with frustration, she stands to hobble herself over to the bed, where she's left her medical supplies at the nightstand. Used bandages litter the floor at her feet, beside a bloodied basin of water. Even the sheets are stained. ]
I'm not doing to a doctor. There's no point. [ She mutters begrudgingly, uncorking the hefty bottle of alcohol to take a swig. Then, eyes pressed shut with dreaded anticipation, pours some over the gasp at her chest. ]
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It would be easier to find her, of course. But she welcomed them to try. It made her otherwise pointless life a bit more interesting.
The reaper hasn't been able to go out much, since they last found her, as healing has been a chore. When she does, it's in disguise, for sake of ease; humans are much more compliant when faced with the familiar. She's back to wearing the round spectacles, hair a blackened brown and worn tied back - although, it's much shorter now, barely brushing her shoulders. ]
Good evening, Gertrude.
[ Grell heaves a sigh as closes the door behinds her, barring out the cold winds. The woman's flat is rather small and dreary, illuminated only be the overcast skies poking through the curtains.
Setting down her bagged food, she takes a seat across from Gertrude at the small table, exhaling a pained sigh. ]
I didn't bring you anything. I'm sure you understand.
[ It wasn't as though Gertrude needed to eat. She's dead, and has been since Grell found the place a week ago. Already reaped, by the looks of it.
Gingerly removing her coat, Grell gives a groan as she shrugs it from her shoulders. Unbuttoning her shirt, stained through, she sighs. ]
Really, I'm too sore to bother covering you. We're both ladies, anyhow, aren't we? It's fine.
[ As she thought, her stitching popped again. Puffing her cheeks with frustration, she stands to hobble herself over to the bed, where she's left her medical supplies at the nightstand. Used bandages litter the floor at her feet, beside a bloodied basin of water. Even the sheets are stained. ]
I'm not doing to a doctor. There's no point. [ She mutters begrudgingly, uncorking the hefty bottle of alcohol to take a swig. Then, eyes pressed shut with dreaded anticipation, pours some over the gasp at her chest. ]