You know that moment when you wanna nom a bitch, but you're in the middle of the Rack? Yeah, that's where Alice is now. The water she needed for the Caldarium was late, and since it was smack dab in the middle of the night, it looked like it wouldn't arive in until tomorrow - hopefully - she'd went to the trouble to arrange a location for the delivery, away from the above-ground Haven, and it's secret entrance, but nooooo! Those fucking assholes her being huge effin' d-bags!

Hell she'd cart a jug of fuckin' tap water if she had to!

Which was the moment Alice realized she'd stopped walking, and started staring at the kine that shifted around her, their eyes skipping over her ghostly shell. Wishing that such wrongness wasn't around them.

Alice sucked in a breath, casting her will into her Blood and used it to fake life. Stupid of her to start walking out her frustrations, and forgetting to do that!

She'd just been on a walk, heading back to her Haven wouldn't help work out her frustrations, and she wanted a little fresh air, so while working them out in the Necropolis was an option, she could start working on her own sepulcher, and take her frustrations out with a sledgehammer, it wouldn't work for her craving the air she doesn't need, nor her inexplicable urge to see the stars.

So she'd started walking, and ended up smack dab in the Rack, where her anger and frustration lead to hunger pains. So effin' not good.

Maybe she should pay someone to do up a fuck my unlife anthem. She could play it during times likes these. She does seem to get into them quite a lot.

With a tired sigh, Alice started walking, she didn't want to fuck up and nom someone here! That would do her nothing good. So walking it was. Well, more like a jog then a walk, she wanted the frak outta here, and get her noms. Fuck, it sounds like she'd whining in her own goddamned head. Sigh.

Maybe she'd find that dive bar again and let some biker 'take her home'. Someone always wanted to see an albino chick naked. With a sorta destination in mind, Alice shifted directions, and quickened her pace. Maybe it would be easier if she she did enroll in Sacramento State, all the insensitive frat guys to nom on.

Her feet beating a steady tattoo against the pavement, her mind snarled on whether she wants to continue on with the Caldarium, or let it lie, at least for the moment. Or should she dig in for another project - she feels like she should...a small part of her mind obsessing over her hunger pains, which was making her more hungry. Thankfully her unreal amethysts caught sight of the passing street sign. Breathing a sigh of relief, as she slowed her pace, Alice was past the invisible lines that marked where the Rack lies, but only just. Her gemstone eyes sharpened, coming into swift focus, now that the kine who's life's blood she craves weren't off limits.

As her eyes, tracked the kine, trying to decide if she wanted one of them, a car pulls up. Parking in front of her. The passenger-side window is pulled down.

"Workin' tonight?" a gruff male voice asks. Alice held back a snort. Someone always wanted to see an albino chick naked.

Alice leaned in, "Yeah."

Negotiations soon followed. He wanted to head to a motel instead of driving down an alley, which was fine with her, it would be better for him to sleep the blood loss off in a bed.

Hell, she'd take his money anyway - maybe offering those d-bags a tip would fix her water problem...