Williamsburg Transfer Station (Leila)

Leila stood up and smiled with closed lips.

"I'll ttthry really hard nottth tttho. Ittth tttthurns outtth I play damsssel in dissttthress tttho well."

She grinned and started to walk out, but then turned around.

"Oh ttthwo ttthings do you happen tttho have a littttthle pockettth knife? And where'sss ttthe ressttthroom here?"

Stein says with a polite dark and unsettling tone.
"I don't have one to spare but I can borrow you mine if you return it right away. I must warn you, however, it is poisoned with Tantra's saliva. So be careful where you put it." he Smiles like snake waiting for his prey to fall in the trap.

Leila returned his vicious gaze with an unsettling one of her own.

"Poissssoned how?"

Her brow lifted, her curiosity sparked, she was roped in.

His expression didn't change at bit.
"Do you need the knife or not?" and draws from the tip of his cane a deadly knife defiled by corrosion.

Spoiler:

Stein says pointing out to the door with the tip of the knife.
"You will find the bathroom outside, it's a door at the end of this hallway. You will find it in front of you.

One is glad to be of some asistance. Have a good night"

Leila looked like she wanted to say something, but if the conversations with Stein were going to continue on the path they were heading she knew it wouldn't get anywhere productive.

"Your asssssittthance hassss been appreciatttthed. Ttthank you and good nighttth."

With a nod she left the secure office and headed for the bathroom. She replayed a lot of the awkward conversation with Stein over in her head. She resolved on the walk to the indicated door that she wouldn't be able to work with him in his trade. She could learn from him surely and had recommendations to do so. She turned the handle and opened the door to the restroom, feeling along the wall for the light switch she turned it on and stepped inside looking first to the mirror to see herself for the first time since the accident.

Like Stein siad was a bathroom at the end of the hallway. It was small with a WC and a sink. There was a light bulb hanging from the wires, a little dirty mirror in the wall and a porn calendar behind of the door, nothing else.

Leila turned on the hot water and let it run into the sink. She looked at herself at her grimy reflection in the mirror. Truly looking at herself for the first time that night. She saw herself and tried not to be disgusted. There was a monster staring at her in the mirror, Something she didn't recognize, the face was familiar but the eyes had depths beyond. A depth of darkness, filled with an underlying current of conflict.

As the steam from the warm water began to rise into the mirror, Leila broke out of the gaze. She reached down and splashed the warm water on her face. Then she started to wash her exposed skin with the water and whatever soap she could find. She scrubbed her body with her nails all over now trying to clear as much of the remnant bodily fluids from her body. Lifting her shirt and removing the pants as needed to remove the gunk and smell from herself. She patted herself down with towels and looked again at the monster in the mirror. One long lingering glance and thoughtless moments later she knew she had to leave.

Leila opened the door to the bathroom and headed outside into her freedom and into the darkness. Her first priority tonight was to feed and heal. Her thoughts wondered to where she would go and what she would do without teeth. As she left the huge compounded trash area and wondered out into the open streets of Brooklyn she wondered about the anatomy of her fangs and if they would extend even with the missing teeth. While she walked she tried to push them out in the familiar way.

Her fangs grew in her mouth as the thought of satiating her hunger inside of her went to the forefront of her mind. This was not going to be a seductive feeding, it wasn't going to be smooth and easy she actually had to hunt now. Seeking out prey for just that. She'd wondered to herself how or even if she could but the beast had the better of her. Her eyes began searching the streets for the typical filth that populated it. The beggars, whores and drunker-eds would have to do for tonight. The hazel green eyes mauled every corner of every street looking for a quick meal to sate the beast,

Perception +Streetwise
Leila carried out 3 launched of one (Roll.) :

3 , 4 , 10

Leila paused looking into the alley at the man alone in the darkness. She walked casually behind the man debating different ways to approach him. Her heels meant that she couldn't even attempt to be stealthy, she paused near where the large trash can and waited patiently for him to turn around after hearing her approach, her expression should her anxiety at obviously being lost for whenever he turned around.

The man turns around while throwing the trash away looking at Leila over the shoulder, confident since the thin figure of Leila and without being able of seeing her in detail due to his position and darkness he says.
"Good evening"

"Evening. I'm new here. Need help."

She used her accent to her advantage here and specifically avoided words with s's and t's. Her brow was creased in her forehead and she looked just shy of homely in her baggy clothes heels and designer bag. Certainly an odd sight.

As soon as the man turned, Leila was right at his side attempting to hook her arm around his to pull him to face her... She had grown furious that he wasn't even nice enough to offer her help. But there was little force behind her movement, just enough to get him to stop his momentum.

"Evening, help car... pleassse"

She said softly while she pulled him away from the door. She wanted and needed the man to notice her and pay attention to her, digging into herself she'd hoped to stir his attentions.

Spoiler:

The man was instantly entranced in Awe, he rouse his head and looked at Leila, his eyes went directly to her eyes and then to hear mouth.
"Oh, what happend to you? what can I do?" his hands went directly to touch Leila's teethless mouth in pity.

Leila shrugged at his question last question, puckered her lips and kissed his fingers. Then she tenderly grabbed his hand and held it. She quickly looked around up and down the alley and closed the door that led to wherever he was going. She wanted to make sure they were alone. When she was certain that they were, she led him behind the dumpster.

She started to make sobbing noising like she was about to cry but didn't want anyone to hear her. She pulled the man closer encouraging him to hug and comfort her.

The man followed Leila as she was walking behind the dumpster, caressing her cheeks with tenderness, still Leila was not able to kiss his fingers since had no upper lip to do so, even more trying to do so was so painful that she got dizzy in that second.

The man accepted Leilas hug and started to palm her in the back trying to comfort her.

Leila snuggled into his neck and no quicker could he notice the cold of her skin that her fangs grew erect in the gap of her mouth and her teeth sank deep into the fleshy folds of his warm neck. Quickly she noticed her missing upper lip couldn't create the tight suction for sucking that she'd grown accustomed to having. Her hand moved to the mans neck just under her eager and rapidly licking tongue and lower jaw trying to catch any blood spillage in her hand.

Leila felt the warmth and live of this man going inot her once more, once more she was alive! His blood spilled all over her and him, escaping from her mouth and wasting it on the floor.

Leila licked the wound and any blood on her skin as quickly as possible. Her eyes grew sad that she wasted some of it, but more urgently she had to think of a way to play it off. Instead of sucking her teeth and mouth free of the blood she let her mouth and chin remain bloody. She continued to sob, letting them turn into wails when she "realized" that her "wounds" had opened up again. She intended to put on a show for the man and stepped back from him, leading him to believe it was her blood seeping from her mouth.

"Pain."

She cried covering her lips the hint of fresh blood on her fingers.

"Help."

She urged again hoping he would have other's around that could help her with her need for blood as well as her apparent gaping mouth problem.