Darklis Tinka (mindblowing) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-06-28 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-08, darklis, micah |
all across the alienation
Who: Darklis & Micah
Where: Streets of SO
When: Mid-morning
Above all things, Darklis Tinka did not relish the thought of having the government on her doorstep. Frankly she would rather be staked again -- and yes, it really was that big a deal for her. And yet that did not mean she was going to let the idiot cautiously testing the waters for her thoughts on free health-care into her home. What were they going to do, check her blood pressure? Unless they were going to give her a life-long supply of earth elemental blood (or angelic-fae earth elemental… that would kick ass) then they were no use to her and she had no intention of being any use to them. She already donated blood for the hospitals, and the non-memory of donating blood to both Lumen and Wrigley was burned into her mind well beyond the skills of any shrink. With a neon pink curly straw tucked into the corner of her mouth, the Azraelan tried to polish off her angelic-fae without calling to attention the minor detail that it wasn’t hot chocolate in her polka-dot thermos. “You know I’m the registered vampire, right?” Well, that made her efforts with the thermos null and totally void, but it just fell out. He was saying all these words and they were so pointless even the neighbours were staring. Still, it was kind of funny to watch him pause before recognition -- then embarrassment -- claimed each and every one of his facial muscles when she lost the drink and waved her papers at him. Her age was falsified on them, but whatever. Darklis gave him the benefit of one of her brightest smiles, fangs on display. Before she knew it, her free hand seemed to have closed the door in his face. Oops. The smallest part of her felt guilty -- they were trying to help. There was totally a chance they had a hidden agenda, though, so she felt justified. She also felt (or imagined) Rina’s disapproval from wherever her cousin was. Where was the angel and her fuzzball? Hm.
Darklis hovered in the hallway, torn between returning to painting, checking the television for news she had missed, or finding her cousin. It occurred to her to do the second and then the last, but then an unpleasant thought struck her: she wasn’t the only vampire in Scarlet Oak High School. Just the only registered one. There was still Micah and Ms Winters. Pulling her boots onto her feet somewhat reluctantly, she grabbed her purse and bolted out the door before the Healthcare Salesman could spot her, nevermind follow her. (Although that didn’t explain why he was still in her front yard.) Ms Winters could fool people into thinking she was something she wasn’t. And it totally worked, especially on the non-supes. Micah didn’t have that luxury -- he was also the one she would be most likely to find. Darklis didn’t count following people around as stalking when you did it because you weren’t sure you really trusted them. Still. It didn’t mean she was going to let the government out one of the students.
Took about fifteen minutes, running at her natural pace (and startling a number of humans) for her to pick up his scent. Longer to follow it to the source, but at least she found him. Right? That part was a good thing? One of these days she was going to work out why she always jumped up to help people rather than, say, called them instead. It would have been easier if he’d come to hers round the back--Rina’s there. Well, there was that. “Micah.” A moment was taken to smooth her hair back, straighten her clothes, and mentally curse the fact she’d worn a skirt rather than shorts. “The G-men find you yet?”