camilla agostino will put herself back together (sanguinante) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-29 23:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-30, caelia, camilla |
move bitch, get out the way
Who: Caelia and Camilla
When: Afternoon
Where: Sidewalk in Scarlet Oak
Camilla hated what was going on at the high school. That wasn’t to imply that she actually cared for the people there and the fear they were experiencing. No, she loathed that the cars and the people that owned them had clogged up town – or at least the part of town that Camilla needed to travel through. She was in need of fabric and it was an errand that she could not (nor would not) put off any longer. Unfortunately, being so determined meant that she would have to walk several blocks from her car to the shop, and then back again. Not only had this inconvenience in itself put her into a sour mood, but she was in pain – a state of being that always caused her to be much harsher than necessary. The heels she had chosen to wear today were not the kind one wore when walking long distances; her feet hurt in and of themselves, but the high arch was causing her leg to throb. Her lower half wasn’t the only part of her that was causing her trouble. Camilla had made the mistake of going the past several days without her sling. Though her collarbone may have been improving quickly (with lots of magical help), it still was not ready to operate like normal. She had been vain – though she would never admit that to anyone – and not wanted Castel to see her with her arm wrapped up outside of their surprise encounter at the coffee shop. Just because she hadn’t been prepared to see him then didn’t mean that she was going to let him see her looking so drab again, at least not if she could help it. The weight of her purchases fell on the opposite arm, which, despite Camilla’s frequent shopping, lacked the strength to carry all the bags.
She pounded her way down the sidewalk, showing little regard for the people she plowed through, and there were quite a few. Her desire had been to make it back to her car before she began digging around in her purse for a pain pill (or two), but it was quickly becoming apparent that she was not going to reach that goal. With a sigh of aggravation Camilla set her bags at her feet – yes, stopping in middle of the sidewalk – and held her bag awkwardly with her injured arm while she began searching for her pill bottle. Camilla had just gotten the container in her hand and released the top when an unknown force bumped her, causing all the pills to fly out and onto the concrete. She narrowed her eyes and turned to look at the person who had been stupid enough to hit her. “Answer me: Are you blind?” Every word dripped with venom. As she glared at the blonde woman, Camilla felt her skin begin to prickle with discomfort. She reached into her purse, nicking the pad of her thumb of the pair of scissors she always kept on her. A pinprick of blood formed, but she pressed against the wound until it bled more before sticking her thumb in her mouth and mixing the red liquid with her saliva. A few words muttered under her breath before she swallowed and the curse was set. In a matter of seconds the other woman would start to feel pain in her throat and, if Camilla was lucky, there might even be a productive cough of blood. That would teach the bitch for not looking where she was going.