<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">RADOJKA PERVANIC<br/>Location: Sunset Blvd, Super Burger<br/>Tagging: Open, Vi</span></strong><br/><br/>Radojka stirs, wakes, sits up - and screams. The last rays of the hated sun play across her face before it finally sinks below the horizon, scalding her face with their killing radiance. It's not enough to burn her, to sear her flesh and char her down to the bone - but the pain is intense, and she reels back, clutching at her face and trying tear away the scalded flesh. Every instinct in her body is telling her to breathe, to suck down great whooping lungfuls of air - and though she's a deathless creature, freed from such petty constraints as the need for oxygen, that's exactly what she does. Curled up into a ball, she spends a minute or so sobbing and wheezing, trying to recover from the pain, and waiting for the night to truly begin.<br/><br/>She'd had little time to plan out her day's sleep for yesterday - caught in the Franklin Canyon Park area following an abortive foray downtown, she'd only had a matter of minutes to find somewhere to rest before the sun rose, and somewhere where the local junkies and children playing wouldn't disturb her. She'd bedded down in a pile of mulchy undergrowth, worming her way into a thick bank of decaying autumn leaves like some sort of animal. It had worked - no-one had bothered her, and here she was, intact of everything but her dignity.<br/><br/>The young vampir stands, brushes off the worst of the mud and the mouldering leaves, and begins to don her outer garments again. Long coat, to hide the worst of her hunched back; headscarf to cover her hairless pate and knife-like ears; dark sunglasses, discarded by some Hollywood starlet, to hide her eyes. As she begins moving about, waves of dizziness hit her - a rumbling stomach still not convinced that it doesn't need food, and a deeper, more primal hunger for blood, that uncoils sinuously within her as she bestirs herself to action. With long, clawed hands, she skims a fish out of Franklin Lake - it's just a small thing, and the cold, fishy taste of its blood makes her gag - but she drains it dry, and it gives her the strength to bestir herself.<br/><br/>She makes her way down to the road bordering on the park, hoping to accost anyone foolish enough to let her hitch-hike with them. No-one picks her up, but, as a great clot of cars and vehicles flows by, she smells something oddly familiar - something very similar to her own blood. A narrow, serpentine tongue flicks out, tasting the air - it tastes … like her? Another vampir? Hmm. Not unreasonable - she could hardly think that she would be the only one in these parts. And so, Radojka decides to follow the scent-trail of the other creature of the night. She can't keep up with her sister-creature on her skates, and spends some time losing and re-finding the trail, but eventually manages to track the other down. Darting from shadow to shadow, seemingly without occupying the intervening space, she finds her way to some sort of burger joint, a great censer of grease-stink that wafts its foulness into the surrounding night, with the faintest hint of tainted vitae to suggest the presence of this other woman, who's piqued her curiosity. She circles the building once, twice, getting an idea of the entrances and exits, before hunkering down across a roof opposite, her sight-line to the other woman clear - and watches her going about her work.