[skipped one hall from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/783369.html?thread=64128521#t64128521)]
The fools were mingling about like this was some sort of holiday. Didn't they have places to go? Franziska certainly did and she wasn't about to stop to help any of them if they went and attracted a group of beasts because they were too foolish to move along. She blamed her distaste for the rest of the Institute on her mood, of course. Or rather, on the foul aftertaste of being unconcious for a day still sitting like a lump of coal in her stomach. An entire day wasted without a single explanation as to why.
Her left fist tightened around the dog leach, her fingers causing the leather to creak under the pressure. If she found out who had done that to her, a simple whipping would be considered mercy. Her ire was such that it probably exuded from her like a black electrical storm cloud, ready to fry anyone that got too close to her. Which was unfortunate for a certain someone because Franziska was headed right in their direction. What with her torch light being as weak as it was, she hadn't been able to make out his features until she was practically on top of him, but once she drew close enough, she clicked her tongue in disapproval.
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The fools were mingling about like this was some sort of holiday. Didn't they have places to go? Franziska certainly did and she wasn't about to stop to help any of them if they went and attracted a group of beasts because they were too foolish to move along. She blamed her distaste for the rest of the Institute on her mood, of course. Or rather, on the foul aftertaste of being unconcious for a day still sitting like a lump of coal in her stomach. An entire day wasted without a single explanation as to why.
Her left fist tightened around the dog leach, her fingers causing the leather to creak under the pressure. If she found out who had done that to her, a simple whipping would be considered mercy. Her ire was such that it probably exuded from her like a black electrical storm cloud, ready to fry anyone that got too close to her. Which was unfortunate for a certain someone because Franziska was headed right in their direction. What with her torch light being as weak as it was, she hadn't been able to make out his features until she was practically on top of him, but once she drew close enough, she clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"Cowering, are we?"