Kamiyama Mitsuko (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} foxylady) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-01-04 22:31:00 |
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Saturday: November 3, 2007
Who: Mitsuko and Irei
When: Night
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Discussions of dark, depressing things
Mitsuko sat at the bar, glass sitting in front of her. She slipped a slender finger around the rim idly. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here. It just seemed like the thing to do. Yes, her breakup with Loki had been amicable, but she couldn't say she was at all happy with the outcome of their relationship. She supposed it was better than the end of her last serious relationship. At least this time she hadn't ended up with a knife buried in her.
She didn't want to be at home tonight. She couldn't stand Logan ignoring her any longer. Ignoring everyone. He just stayed in his room, painting. There was nothing she could say to him to make him feel better. He was just... Lost. She couldn't stand to look at him and not be able to do anything. It was as if the last few months of progress hadn't happened. That he was again the mute boy who had just lost his parents.
And there were poor Kaiya and Faye. Mitsuko had seen death before. She'd known people who'd been killed. That happened in her line of work. But it was nothing like this. She'd not seen the bodies herself, but she'd heard what her brother had seen. It was not just a killing. It was a butchering.
She hissed in a breath, flashing back to the memory of a man trying to stab a jagged pool cue through her. The bloodlust in his eyes. Were those eyes the last thing Kaiya and Faye saw?
Picking up her glass, Mitsuko drained it quickly. She had the fleeting idea of picking up some guy and using him shamelessly for the night. It might have made her feel better to indulge in carnal pleasures, to forget about everything, if only for a fleeting moment.
But she doubted she would be able to pick anyone up in her mood. While she had a lot of faith in her good looks, it did take some finesse to pick up a guy. With such dark thoughts in her head, she would no doubt scare any sane man away.
She gestured to her glass, wordlessly asking the barkeep for a refill. She was certain they would go through this routine many times tonight.
Who: Mitsuko and Irei
When: Night
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Discussions of dark, depressing things
Mitsuko sat at the bar, glass sitting in front of her. She slipped a slender finger around the rim idly. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here. It just seemed like the thing to do. Yes, her breakup with Loki had been amicable, but she couldn't say she was at all happy with the outcome of their relationship. She supposed it was better than the end of her last serious relationship. At least this time she hadn't ended up with a knife buried in her.
She didn't want to be at home tonight. She couldn't stand Logan ignoring her any longer. Ignoring everyone. He just stayed in his room, painting. There was nothing she could say to him to make him feel better. He was just... Lost. She couldn't stand to look at him and not be able to do anything. It was as if the last few months of progress hadn't happened. That he was again the mute boy who had just lost his parents.
And there were poor Kaiya and Faye. Mitsuko had seen death before. She'd known people who'd been killed. That happened in her line of work. But it was nothing like this. She'd not seen the bodies herself, but she'd heard what her brother had seen. It was not just a killing. It was a butchering.
She hissed in a breath, flashing back to the memory of a man trying to stab a jagged pool cue through her. The bloodlust in his eyes. Were those eyes the last thing Kaiya and Faye saw?
Picking up her glass, Mitsuko drained it quickly. She had the fleeting idea of picking up some guy and using him shamelessly for the night. It might have made her feel better to indulge in carnal pleasures, to forget about everything, if only for a fleeting moment.
But she doubted she would be able to pick anyone up in her mood. While she had a lot of faith in her good looks, it did take some finesse to pick up a guy. With such dark thoughts in her head, she would no doubt scare any sane man away.
She gestured to her glass, wordlessly asking the barkeep for a refill. She was certain they would go through this routine many times tonight.