Missy Peloe (_inlocalnews) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-05 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-08-29, missy |
Can we stop the blood from running?
Who: Edie, Shayla and Missy
Where: Ann Arbor
When: Aftermath of the explosion
Preternatuals for Peace, what the fuck. Missy had not wanted to have a single thing to do with any of this. Not because she actually had anything against the supernatural community as a whole, but much more because they just had to include vampires in everything that they did. Missy could never condone anything that dealt with giving vampires the same rights as the rest of the world. They should have just stayed in their shadows and been content that there were not more people like her out there hunting them. Like they were even in the shadows. Too many of them lived lives close to what would have been called normal before. Why did they need anything else? Missy had turned down the offer to cover the thing and yet here she was, climbing out of the van in the midst of a mess of a scene because when a disaster struck they wanted everyone available. She was pretty sure that her manager had just wanted her there because she had high ratings and why not? It would look good to have someone there who had covered that debate between Calvert and Kennedy.
No matter what she thought about the vampires, though, Missy could not look at what had just happened here without feeling absolutely horrified. This was not a peaceful march. Nothing that dealt with this should have the word 'peace' anywhere in it. She had stood still, honestly shocked, when she had seen it. Oh, she had been told what she should expect, but she had thought that they were just exaggerating... "Missy, come on, you've got to..." The Australian reporter shook her head and nodded, gripping her microphone a little too tightly. That woman lying next to the bridge, half propped up with a blood-soaked lower half and blank eyes was most definitely not a vampire and she was dead. Most of these people were doubtlessly some variation of human like Kristen or Jadyn and they were ever bit as dead for it... some of them might not even be supernatural. What good did marching do when you just get killed for it?
Fifteen, twenty or thirty minutes later, Missy slumped back against the news van with her eyes squeezed tight against tears that she was not willing to let anyone see. She did not even have an idea of what she had said, only that she had and that she had needed to walk among them and be pushed out of the way by paramedics and whatnot trying to do their job. I was in the way. There had been a young teenage boy with hair the same sandy blonde as Luke's and he had been every bit as dead as her brother had been when she found him. Missy had never seen so many dead or injured in one spot and she had always hoped that the worst she would ever see had already happened back in Australia. The tears were leaking out whether she wanted to or not, and when her eyes flashed open at the sound of someone approaching her her expression just dared a comment to be made on it. Instead she had a bottle of water pushed into her hand along with the first-aid kit that she had asked for. It was not going to do a whole lot of good for the more seriously wounded, but at least she could help some of them out before she ran back home to her sister. At least I know that she's okay. Rubbing the tears off her face, Missy pushed herself up off the van and went looking for someone she could do something for. Instead of standing there feeling like a waste of space who had just come and made part of her salary off reporting their deaths.
This was not New York, deaths were not supposed to be something she needed to talk about.