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[ashfield]
Aug. 9th, 2013 10:06 pmIt's been a long time since Walter's taken any kind of interest in a specific living person. Years since he hunted the last of the Sacraments - he's not entirely sure how long exactly, but 'years' seems a fair guess. Time really doesn't matter to him now. Of course, those people he stalked and killed, with the exception of the two he'd simply failed to kill. This one he's less sure of.
He quietly follows the redhead in her daily routine. From a distance and hiding when necessary, since she can see him. And he waits for instructions from the Attendand that never come. So he just... follows, and watches. She does all the things a normal, living human does. Going to the store, going to the laundromat, getting fast food. It's wholly unremarkable and he really should just go back to the Mother and forget about the redhead.
But he can't. She saw him. She touched him. There's something here he needs to understand. He's just not sure how to go about it.
He quietly follows the redhead in her daily routine. From a distance and hiding when necessary, since she can see him. And he waits for instructions from the Attendand that never come. So he just... follows, and watches. She does all the things a normal, living human does. Going to the store, going to the laundromat, getting fast food. It's wholly unremarkable and he really should just go back to the Mother and forget about the redhead.
But he can't. She saw him. She touched him. There's something here he needs to understand. He's just not sure how to go about it.
