Bubbles Cooper (cute_kills) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-02-25 14:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-11, amanda |
You love to hate me, don't ya honey?
Who: Amanda and Bubbles
Where: Outside Amanda's office
When: Afternoon
Warning: Bubbles contained within.
Bubbles was just a little sleepy. Her 'aunt and uncle' as they insisted she call them thought that her habit of taking a nap was too childish for a girl her age. If they'd known how old she really was then they'd have thought worse of it. Or they'd have kicked her out by now, she'd have added two more kills to her belt even though she wasn't ready and Scarlet Oak would've gone through yet another brief burst of terror because something had happened. Well really, what did they expect? These people were supposed to be adults and yet they acted like it was all surprising and terrible when something bad happened. Did they just erase the knowledge of the news from the previous day or what? Vampires bit children, snake-people ate babies and demons played in the blood of families they slaughtered. Legionnaires, Bubbles corrected herself absently as she climbed up on top of the wall on the sidewalk outside the mayor's office, small legs swinging as she eyed the door thoughtfully. Amanda Blake - soon to be Calvert oh how sickingly sweet it was that the bigots were marrying each other these days - worked in there. Bubbles didn't like Amanda. She'd been one of the people who had thought that the vampire who'd nearly killed her should've just snapped her neck and been done with it. Why vampires felt the need to torture was beyond her. They were so bad at it. Like they lacked the essential gene necessary to give them the proper knowledge of how to do it. And Bubbles would say that right to any of their faces. She didn't care that they were older or bigger than her, they were just vampires and she was a Shepherd. See how big they were when a great dane was tearing their undead throat out.
Anyhow, sleepy. Bubbles yawned and rubbed at her eyes with the back of a small, closed fist. She wished that she could find somewhere else to nap other than that excuse of a house. A trailer. She, Bubbles, was forced to live in a trailer while being babied by these people that she didn't even care for. Ugh, she couldn't wait until she came up with a new idea of how to get rid of them. Disembowelment? No, she'd - oh, movement! Leaning forward, Bubbles grinned when she caught sight of that face. Oh yes, that was Amanda Blake. The hated. The idiot blonde woman who thought that the supernatural were some sort of plague. Oh, the poor thing, to be so deluded and actually thinking that she could walk around like everyone else. No, no, she couldn't do that. She'd said bad things, terrible things, and she couldn't be let to do that. Sighing, Bubbles ruffled her hair up to make it a little more messy and tore at the knee of her dress before digging her nails in so that blood welled up. Just slipping on the sidewalk wouldn't do it. But looks would. Humming, Bubbles slipped off the wall and snuck around so that she'd be in Amanda's way.
Then she started skipping. Swinging her arms and smiling. She even went so far as to wave up at Amanda before 'tripping' and sprawling out on the cement in front of her. A few thoughts and she was able to screw her face up and let out a whimper of pain as she clutched her knee to her chest, blood welling up as she rocked back and forth, making the same pitiful noises that she knew always tugged at people's heartstrings. Then she turned her face up towards Amanda, cheeks streaked with tears as she wibbled at her. "D'you have a-a-a-a band-aid?" she managed to get out, one hand coming up to scrub at her face. Now there was dirt mixed in and she knew that she had to look like some sort of a street urchin.