Bianca Syme (thetruthhurts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-09-01 04:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-16, bianca, emyli |
i know what runs through your blood
Who: Bianca and Emyli
Where: A little ways down from the grocery store
When: Early evening
Bianca had a headache.
This was not a headache that a normal person would have gotten and there was no amount of painkiller, prescription or over-the-counter, that could make it better. Bianca would know, she had tried them all and probably come a shade away from overdosing and killing herself in the process over the years. Cold cloths did not did. Lying in a dark and silent room did not help - usually that one just pissed her off and she ended up shouting at the first person who made a loud noise. Every single migraine 'cure' that was out there did not put a dent in the monster's that came along and danced away on the inside of her skull in their ten-inch stilettos. Bianca had become convinced that she was unable to ever get rid of them without anything but time... until she had meet Nicodemus. Or 'the motherfucking black-eyed bastard who needs to go get screwed by a pack of dead great danes' as she liked to refer to him. He had 'enlightened' her about the headaches that came along with the darkening of her eyes and what would get rid of them. Then her long-lost aunt had wandered into town to confirm it. Delta had been a lot better about it even if she had come with a photo of a woman who could have been Bianca's twin sister. If Delta had shown up and told her first then maybe Bianca would have been a little less pissed about her eyes turning black today. But no, it had been the bastard and when she had looked in the mirror she had instantly wanted to do nothing more than find a baseball bat to crack over his head.
Now that would help her headache.
Sighing, Bianca readjusted her backpack and continued to walk along the street, kicking at this loose bottle or piece of paper, searching for something that could help make this go away. She did not have the advantage that Delta did of working in an ambulance so she had to relay on whatever dead things she could find lying around. No grave robbing for Bianca, or at least not yet. How much sense would it make to dig up a corpse that she could not even animate? Nothing. So now she was left searching for... roadkill. It was too much to hope that she would not only find another freshly killed rabbit, but that there would be a redheaded, soft-hearted little thing that would cry over it. Her nose wrinkled slightly when she saw a fluffy tail sticking out from a gutter drain. Crouching down she used a broken stick to work it out. "Jackpot!" she declared, ignoring the looks that she was given. Stare at me some more, old man, I'll take off these sunglasses and you'll go running. Black eyes really freaked people out these days. "Alright Rocky, let's work out this headache." Still using the stick, she picked the squirrel up and made her way over to the alley. She was not going to take it all the way back to her apartment, her head would have beat itself apart by then, but she was not going to just make it dance a jig in the street either. Bianca was not that comfortable with her abilities.
But once she was alone... Bianca dropped the squirrel on top of a dumpster and propped her elbows up, focusing her attention on the tiny form as she declared, "Stand up." Nothing. Bianca made a face and kicked at the dumpster. "I said stand up you miserable, maggot-ridden excuse of a carcass," The young necromancer never raised her voice, but her eyes had narrowed behind her sunglasses as if her glare would actually have any effect whatsoever.