Post by AVA LYNCH on Aug 9, 2012 17:15:01 GMT -4
Ava gave her own smirk to match that of Lilith's. "See-I thought we might have the same goals in this camp." she said with a tinkle in her eye. She lifted her legs up and sat normally in her chair, her eyes not leaving the sadistic little girl. They were both immortal with no fear of being taken from the camp on their twentieth birthday-as both of them had already passed. Here was everything they needed, food, power and a minimal amount of authority figures (or at least the least amount they'd have anywhere else on the planet).
She seemed to think she wanted her to simply to her dirty work, Ava laughed at the idea, "Take out the trash? Why would I waste such a promising psychopath on menial tasks when I have a whole gang of little vamps in the back?" she rolled her eyes, "I was thinking of more... exciting jobs. There's not a lot of people around here anyone in their right mind could trust with the more... delicate job. And your experience or power? It could all be very valuable for our cause. I want nothing more than you to join our crusade.".
A War. She wanted blood. Ava could arrange that. She could definitely arrange that. "Battlefield? You got it. And, when it happens, you'll be in the front lines-won't you?" she said with a smile and a faint eyebrow twitch, as if she was daring her.
NOTES>> ...outfit
LYRICS>> Fighter - Christina Aguilera
CREDIT>> by Goldy.[/size][/color]
