Immortality? Check.

[Turpentine Kisses]

<sub>Procrastinating was her game. Ah yes, but she was so good at it. Incredibly good. She was born with this common skill and as she grew in age, the skill grew in strength.

Her latest victim of procrastination? Death. It was a simple act to avoid she found. Quite simple indeed. Immortality proved ridiculously easy to achieve. Horribly so. Though she was quite certain her mother didn't approve in the least bit judging from the amount of rain her city of residence recieved. It amused her though and, keeping this fact from the wretched dead bitch--may she burn in Hell--the woman quite enjoyed the rain though it did interfere something awful with her sight.
No matter. She's outlast the dead.

A smirk tugged at her lips at the interruption of the constant breeze that was habitually held around her person.

male. tall. slender frame. hair was... of medium length. just above shoulder. yes, that seemed about correct.

She lifted her bent head and turned to acknowledge his presence as a person who was not blind would normally do with the intentions of being polite.

movement. facial muscles. turned up. smile.

He smiled in return and--

quick head movement.

--gave a short nod. (Most likely in greeting, no?)

The sleek sunglasses slipped down the bridge of her nose, but her hand was quick to meet them before they could progress off her face and they were swiftly replaced, shielding her eyes despite the fact that this was all but a bright day.</sub>

[Turpentine Kisses]

<sub>The male was quick to disappear which floated her boat just fine. She was in no mood to mess with the youth of today and--interruption;

male. tall. (taller than the last.) from behind. hands in pocket. resting on a switchblade.

Whoa, wait a second--a blade? Tch. Virtually, that did no damage anymore. Everyone was too savvy in the use of blades, firearms... limbs. Anything could be used as a weapon these days.

She kept her head lowered as if his presence bothered her none though when, in fact, it troubled her to the point where she picked up her pace casually ever so.
He mimicked.</sub>

[Turpentine Kisses]

<sub>Stalker?
Now that was just being cynical.
... Silly her.

She searched for a door. There was one every five feet in this day and time, so why was there suddenly a lack of?
Oh that's right, she needed one, now.
Certainly Satan, or perhaps God himself, had something to do with this, no?
A low chuckle found its way out at this thought.
Ah yes, that's right--the Great Lord couldn't even stand her.
Not a day passed when she wasn't reminded of her sin.

sudden movement--forward: leap. hilt gripped. blade out. drawn back. forced forward--aim:--

She whirled, grabbed the wrist that connected the hand which currently held the weapon and dragged down. Not half her strength was needed for this man.

heavy breathing. (rapid thoughts?)

"So the legends are true, then?"
She ignored this comment, turned casually let her back serve as her retort while he laughed it up.

She'd heard that recently, a bounty had been submitted for the capture of the rumored blind immortal youth, but she'd heard this countlessly over the years this silly lure.
Perhaps it had been actually put into effect this time.
Well this would be bothersome.</sub>