Bianca Syme (thetruthhurts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-09-19 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-21, bianca, kendal |
A pointless point of view
Who: Bianca and Kendal
Where: Art supply store
When: Late afternoon
Working the graveyard shift meant that, during the summer at least, Bianca just did not operate at the same hours as the majority of the rest of the world. Which, if you asked her, was a positive thing because it meant that she did not need to put up with them. Today, though, oh today she had discovered that she was out of film. Since she had wanted to go out shooting that was a major problem. A problem that only seemed worse when she stumbled over a box behind her couch. While rubbing at her foot she had sifted through its contents. It had only taken a few seconds to realize that Ronnie must have left it. That would have been enough on its own, but to make it worse one of the things in there had been a Bible. Bianca's head had already started with the now-telltale ache and finding that had not helped matters at all. Whipping it out the window - and removing the screen while she was at it - had not even made her feel better. She had torn through her closet until she found a shirt that fit her view of the world and then a pair of sunglasses for good measure. Her eyes had not gone black yet, but they were very dark at the edges and there were little streaks that seemed to come out of her pupils. A few hours and they would be. And her head would be fit to destroy her. But I don't want to. A childish reaction, but it was Bianca's nonetheless and it was a sort of mantra as she made her way to the store, popping a few Excedrin only to chew them like candy. They were going to do as much good as they always did - none - but her head demanded that she at least take some to see if maybe this time it would be different.
What she needed was a dead - no. Bianca reached up and tugged at her ponytail, an irritated look on her face as she grabbed one of those handbaskets by the front door. She was not going to go looking for roadkill just because her eyes were starting to go black and her head was starting to make her wish that she had never been born.
Bet aunt Delta would like that too. Bianca rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses as she made her way to the right aisle. Not like it matters. I was born and it's not going to change. Ever. Even when she died, which was apparently not as far off as she had once imagined if everyone was telling the truth about necromancers having a shortened lifespan. Nicodemus she could have dismissed as insane and an ass, but Delta? She had no real reason to be. Unless it just tickled her to - oh hell no! Bianca came to a stop in front of where she knew her film was. A specific sort of film. She refused to use anything better for her own amusement until she was perfect, plus it was too expensive to just buy for kicks, and that same refusal stood for anything less because she was better than that. And the specific film she had been using all summer was out. Bianca stood staring for a long moment, willing the display to refill, and when it did not she whirled and went looking for the nearest person with a nametag. "Yeah, your display of film is out." A blank stare. She filled in the name and exposure she was looking for, even adding that she wanted just the color negative variety. And still with the blank stare. "Why do you even work here if you don't know what you're doing? Either find the film in the back and bring it to me or bring me a manager. Whichever; just do it now." She was not in the mood to put up with people. Or a store that didn't have what she wanted when it was the only one in Scarlet Oak and she just did not want to go to Ann Arbor.