talbot, bella (...abby) (talbotb) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-31 16:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | bela talbot, heather mason |
Who: Bela Talbot and Heather Mason
What: Random meetings, because everyone needs some verbal sparring?
When: Wednesday
Where: Cafe
Rating: PG-13?
Armed with nothing more than a book, a cup of slightly burned coffee, and one loaded gun, Bela sat curled up inside a café she'd chosen for no particular reason other than it was far from both the Hyperion, and Lilah's offices at Wolfram and Hart and thus, she hoped, anyone who would have any reason to actually communicate with her. Her cell phone and laptop meant she wasn't completely cut off from the outside world, but the phone was shoved deep inside of her purse and the laptop screen was faced down. Social graces simply were not her priority at the moment.
Her botched job and subsequent meeting with the assassin (who she would almost swear was stalking her), combined with everything else on her mind had left her more shaken than she'd been in some time. She was well aware of the fact that she had a job to do, and running away from the Hyperion was not exactly furthering the goal, but for now Bela needed her mind on something that didn't involve shoving a knife through someone's back who clearly didn't deserve it. Her mind was always goal and desire oriented, and given that she hadn't yet come up with an idea to screw over Lilah Morgan (Bela really did dislike working for someone, but she also recognized the advantage of having Lilah on her side for now and thus hadn't been scheming against her in quite her usual fashion) she would get back to her assignment. Just as soon as she'd forced herself to forget the entirety of the events that had transpired over the past few days.
Of course, by telling herself to forget, Bela was only thinking about it more and that made it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else. And this is why I burned all of my childhood away, right down to the fingerprints, she thought to herself, laying her book down on the table and turning her hands over to look at her palms. All things considered, she'd done a good job on her fingers at sixteen. Using a hotplate, salve, and many bandages, the burn marks where her prints had once been weren't nearly as bad as they could have been.
She'd been desperate and determined enough to hold her fingers down on a burner at the age of sixteen, and Sam wanted to talk about 'change'? Bela was comfortable where she was, or at least she had been until three days ago. She was sure she would be again, just as soon as she'd cleared her mind. Retrieved her concentration and pushed every memory of her parents and her childhood back into the closet they'd come out of. Sam Winchester joined a demon named Alistair in the ranks of the only two people who could force her to open that door. And a third, she supposed, in whoever had distributed that chocolate.
It was ten minutes later when Bela realised once again how shot her concentration really was. She was staring at the café ceiling, and Great Expectations had fallen to the floor.