02-03-2018, 08:34 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-03-2018, 08:35 AM by Little Rose.)
It didn’t matter if you were fifteen years old or if you were two centuries old; It does not matter what decade she was in or even where time no longer separated people. Rejection was the worse feeling. Myst hadn’t been very talkative, to begin with, but she was notably more silent after Afrátos’’ comments to her.
With the clarity of isolation she able to understand the situation a bit more from the outside. It would seem that Dane and Clownpiece had some form of a relationship that was only put in jeopardy because he had petted her. This upset the imposing creature, and thus, she found herself standing on the outside like she normally did.
Always on the outside…
She blinked and it felt like she had teleported there in that alley as the little girl in the American flag outfit threatened a seemingly growing list of people. She stared with her jewel green eyes but was so out of it that she could not hear them. She was far too busy feeling like she was at the edge of a fissure which was growing by the moment.
She hasn’t felt this lonely in a long time. She remembers this feeling though, as she recalled it was the same distant feeling when she watched the fires engulf whole parts of her town. The same as she watched other people mourn for her and her family’s death. When her Master had to prove to the younger and more stubborn Cassandra that life as she understood it was never going to be the same life she had. When she had locked herself in her room for days because she’d been so depressed.
While Renko pulled out some kind of device Sandy didn’t recognize, the vampire turned around and looked at their surroundings. Grey, cloudy, chilly, a drizzle that left small beads of water in her hair.
Nothing seemed really important as she did, except a man in the doorframe of one of the buildings was smoking a cigarette and staring at her. She pushed the bright red colored plastic eyeglasses up her nose before lowering her head and walked away from the hell fairy and the other rather normal looking girl.
She came closer. “Bonjour.” She spoke, gently. The man in the door frame was gigantic compared to the short brunette. He made eye contact with her as the only acknowledgment to her approach. She waited for a returned greeting that never came.
He took a long drag of the rolled up cigarette, “Your friend, the one in the red, white, and blue? She is loud.”
Sandra scoffed at the word friend, looking at the ground sadly. “Oui.” She nodded, before looking up. “Do you ‘ave another one?” She asked, pointing to the cigarette in the man’s hand. The man looked just as grumpy as before, but fished out a box from his pocket and tossed it to the younger woman. “Merci.” She replied, tapping the box against her wrist before pulling one out and putting the filter end in her mouth and fishing out a match from the book that was tied to the pack with a rubber band. She struck it and cupped her hand over the tip before puffing on the filtered end. When it took the flame she took a big drag and blew it out the corner of her mouth before handing back the pack.
He took it, but then nodded behind the French woman. “Why has she threatened 4 people?”
Myst was busy taking a long drag of tobacco, having to look back to realize he was talking about Clownpiece. “Did you say quatre? I was not counting..” She lied, then shook her head and blew the smoke into the air, her hand wrapped around her chest and the other held the cig close by for more smoke. “I zink she is looking for a bête zat she, ‘er pet, and another person can fight. I guess zat is what zey like to do, fight zings zat are bigger zan zem. I guess zat is… What do you call it? A hobby?”
The guy eyes the woman again, enough for her to look up at him again. “Well if you are looking for big…”
-
Cassandra came back to Clownpiece and Renko looking into that object from before. The fresh scent of the smoke on the French woman alerted both to her approach. “You stink.” The hell fairy commented right away, then saw the glowing end of the stick as the French girl was finishing it off.
“I needed a quick break, iz all, Mademoiselle.” Smoke came out of her mouth as she spoke, she dropped the last of the cigarette onto the muddy ground, her polished red show steps and grins onto it while a steadier stream of smoke flies up in the air. “I ‘ave a lead as well.” She said, then pointed them towards the direction the man told her. “It is over here, a grand et craintif monster.”
With the clarity of isolation she able to understand the situation a bit more from the outside. It would seem that Dane and Clownpiece had some form of a relationship that was only put in jeopardy because he had petted her. This upset the imposing creature, and thus, she found herself standing on the outside like she normally did.
Always on the outside…
She blinked and it felt like she had teleported there in that alley as the little girl in the American flag outfit threatened a seemingly growing list of people. She stared with her jewel green eyes but was so out of it that she could not hear them. She was far too busy feeling like she was at the edge of a fissure which was growing by the moment.
She hasn’t felt this lonely in a long time. She remembers this feeling though, as she recalled it was the same distant feeling when she watched the fires engulf whole parts of her town. The same as she watched other people mourn for her and her family’s death. When her Master had to prove to the younger and more stubborn Cassandra that life as she understood it was never going to be the same life she had. When she had locked herself in her room for days because she’d been so depressed.
While Renko pulled out some kind of device Sandy didn’t recognize, the vampire turned around and looked at their surroundings. Grey, cloudy, chilly, a drizzle that left small beads of water in her hair.
Nothing seemed really important as she did, except a man in the doorframe of one of the buildings was smoking a cigarette and staring at her. She pushed the bright red colored plastic eyeglasses up her nose before lowering her head and walked away from the hell fairy and the other rather normal looking girl.
She came closer. “Bonjour.” She spoke, gently. The man in the door frame was gigantic compared to the short brunette. He made eye contact with her as the only acknowledgment to her approach. She waited for a returned greeting that never came.
He took a long drag of the rolled up cigarette, “Your friend, the one in the red, white, and blue? She is loud.”
Sandra scoffed at the word friend, looking at the ground sadly. “Oui.” She nodded, before looking up. “Do you ‘ave another one?” She asked, pointing to the cigarette in the man’s hand. The man looked just as grumpy as before, but fished out a box from his pocket and tossed it to the younger woman. “Merci.” She replied, tapping the box against her wrist before pulling one out and putting the filter end in her mouth and fishing out a match from the book that was tied to the pack with a rubber band. She struck it and cupped her hand over the tip before puffing on the filtered end. When it took the flame she took a big drag and blew it out the corner of her mouth before handing back the pack.
He took it, but then nodded behind the French woman. “Why has she threatened 4 people?”
Myst was busy taking a long drag of tobacco, having to look back to realize he was talking about Clownpiece. “Did you say quatre? I was not counting..” She lied, then shook her head and blew the smoke into the air, her hand wrapped around her chest and the other held the cig close by for more smoke. “I zink she is looking for a bête zat she, ‘er pet, and another person can fight. I guess zat is what zey like to do, fight zings zat are bigger zan zem. I guess zat is… What do you call it? A hobby?”
The guy eyes the woman again, enough for her to look up at him again. “Well if you are looking for big…”
-
Cassandra came back to Clownpiece and Renko looking into that object from before. The fresh scent of the smoke on the French woman alerted both to her approach. “You stink.” The hell fairy commented right away, then saw the glowing end of the stick as the French girl was finishing it off.
“I needed a quick break, iz all, Mademoiselle.” Smoke came out of her mouth as she spoke, she dropped the last of the cigarette onto the muddy ground, her polished red show steps and grins onto it while a steadier stream of smoke flies up in the air. “I ‘ave a lead as well.” She said, then pointed them towards the direction the man told her. “It is over here, a grand et craintif monster.”