Euphemia Magdalena
Euphemia sat up from her drinks and sighed deeply the box-o-blood sat torn apart on the kitchen table and she was feeling rather lonely at the moment, depressed really. She had to get out of this house, had to see people be among them. Go shopping or something, it would be good for her. She stood up and looked in the fridge, ‘what do we need?’ she asked herself and made a list.
- Milk
- Bread
- eggs
- 1/2 lb of Beef
- 1/2 lb of Pork
- Blood, a defendant!
She took the list and placed it in her handbag and pulling out two rather long white gloves from it and put them on. If she was to walk in sunlight it had to be in a way without direct contact. She put on her long necked coat that she specially made for it stretched longer most and dropped just under her chine. Placing a pair of sunglasses on, she grabbed her keys and walked into the garage adjacent to the kitchen. She walked around the car to the driver’s side, it was a 1958's Chevy Impala, a classic and if she was in need of the money she would sell it, but she was far too fond of the car to ever sell it.
Driving down the street she noticed a hell of a lot commotion going on in The Butcher’s store. my goodness, drama? But I do need to pick up my weeks order. she thought and parked her car on the side of the road. Getting out of the car she noticed a figure in the door, from the back she didn’t recognize them someone new in town? A few people 'new' from the looks of it. she thought to herself as she exited the car. Walking up to the group, she remained quiet for a moment looking to The Butcher, she mused a politeful "Excuse me" to the crowd of people.
"I don't suppose it's a bad time to pick up my weekly order Mr. Metzger?"
((OOC: God that too too long, can't think have to play Skyrim.))