Bianca Syme (thetruthhurts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-01-06 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-01, bianca, kendal |
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Who: Bianca and Kendal
Where: Hathaway home
When: Late afternoon
Bianca was just having one of those days. The kind where from the moment she had swung her legs out of bed – closer to two in the afternoon than to one thanks to her shift at work the previous night – nothing seemed to be going right. Her feet were giving off a slight ache thanks to the cuts that had still not fully healed, a dull reminder of the black-eyed doll version of herself that she had once found waiting for her. Which reminded her of the doll and just made her grate her teeth. What had not helped even a little bit was the dull ache starting up in the back of her head. Please just be a need for coffee. She had stubbornly made the pot and drank a cup while watching the news before going into the bathroom and confirming the slowly spreading ring of black that was changing the color of her eyes. Looked like today was going to be a sunglasses one. And what else? Sit, watch the news, depress herself because of what was going on at the school… no, earlier had confirmed that they still had no word. She was just waiting to hear about the state of the bodies, honestly, hoping that it would be something good after they had been trapped in there for that long. God - fuck God - knew what would have happened at her high school if anyone had been shut up with her for days.
She had been stood in front of the mirror for about five minutes, just watching her eyes, when she started going through a list of people that she knew who could keep her mind off this change without encouraging her to play with a dead body. Which took Delta and Persephone right off the list. Emyli was not exactly the sort of person you bothered in the middle of the day or for just company even, she seemed to have a very direct sort of purpose. I could always try and find that amusing redhead… Probably not, her headache would drive her crazy first. Which left… her reflection grinned at her.
Not quite an hour later she was dressed and stood on the doorstep of the Hathaway… manor? House did not seem like an accurate description. Her ringing on the door did not turn up who she expected and she just blinked at the woman on the other side. Then she realized that her sunglasses prevented that expression from being seen. “Kendal home?” A beat. She was obviously being studied and the ache in her head - maybe I should stop being stubborn - was not appreciating the wait. "I was hoping for an answer more like now. Or a Kendal. If you're going to produce her out of your sleeve then get on with it already, my life's ticking away here." Literally.