camilla agostino will put herself back together (sanguinante) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-06-06 01:47:00 |
|
|||
Camilla was in a sour mood. Some would have argued that that tended to be her natural state of being. She would have been all too happy to put those people in their place by showing them how truly unpleasant she could be. But all that didn’t erase the fact that she felt an (yes, necessary) amount of anger toward everyone that crossed her path. Her shop was being painted today. She had given express orders to the workers on site. They had been so explicit that there was no reason whatsoever for her to stop by earlier this morning, but she had because she had learned long ago never to trust work that wasn’t completed by her own hands -- or overseen with her own eyes. The walls of the shop were supposed to be a crisp, clean eggshell color. Camilla had given the contractor swatches of the specific shade she wanted, even offered to buy the paint herself, as grotesque a chore as that would have been to complete. But no, she had been assured that they didn’t need anymore instruction from her. And what had she discovered when she stopped by the shop today? Cream. Cream colored walls. People miles down the street could no doubt hear her screaming. Needless to say they had all been fired on the spot and she was damn sure going to curse them as soon as she got home. This was why she collected personal items from all her employees, because no one could be trusted to do their jobs.
She’d decided to stop by a nearby cafe on her way home from the awful ordeal. Not only was she going to need a coffee pick-me-up for calling a new contractor later on, but she needed something in her stomach if she was going to be working Blood magic tonight. The simpler spells were never really an issue for her, even when it came to letting her own blood, but Camilla had discovered that for advanced magics, she became weak or woozy if she didn’t have at least one meal in her stomach. She stripped off her sunglasses and cast a judgmental eye around the building she stepped into. Camilla didn’t put any effort toward keeping the disdain she felt from pulling the corners of her mouth downward. In New York, it wasn’t hard to stumble upon a chic, classy eatery, but here? She truly believed that the people of Scarlet Oak wouldn’t know sophistication if it slapped them in the face. “Give me a large mocha latte with half and half.” She paused a moment to sigh with even more frustration at the menu chalked out on the board behind the barista. “And I suppose I’ll also have a turkey club on wheat bread.” God only knew what she was going to be given, but she could no doubt pick at the sandwich until it became edible. Hell, considering the mood she was in, she’d likely curse the entire staff if it didn’t come out looking like they’d at least tried with her food.
Camilla was given a number and sent on her way to find a seat until her order was called, or brought to her (she was confident that she could force the later to happen). Once again she looked over the crowd, this time in the hopes of finding an empty chair at an empty table. Her search was halted, however, when her eyes caught sight of an unmistakable mop of red hair. Any other day, she might have flicked a curse toward the other woman and carried on with her day, but she was stuck in this place -- granted, just until her order arrived -- and her mood was still horrible. A curse could only bring her so much pleasure, while actively having a hand in Savvy’s torment might manage to make her smile. “Had I known they let anyone in off the street, I might have gone to the coffee shop down the block,” she said as she slid into a chair directly beside her half-sister. “Hello, Savvy.” She spoke the other girl’s name like it was meant to be an insult. Actually, in a way, it really was. Camilla cast a critical eye on the computer in front of Savvy, with little care to how much she invaded the other’s personal space. “Productive, I see.” The words themselves were harmless. It was the tone of her voice that held all the venom. Camilla was sure by now that she couldn’t even be paid to act nicely toward Savvy.