Missy Peloe (_inlocalnews) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-07 03:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-03, missy |
I don't envy you
Who: Missy and Sasha
Where: Starbucks
When: 9:00 a.m.
Missy had slept better than normal but still not well because she never did, though at least her dreams had been calmed with the satisfaction of having shot a vampire down. Sure it had been the lamest hunt she had ever engaged in - that blonde had actually been crying his bloody tears before he started running away - but it had still given her a small measure of satisfaction. One less vampire in the world meant one less for her to worry about. And one less for her sister to befriend, apparently. But her caffeine rush from breakfast was already dying out and she needed a pick-me up. Something huge and full of caffeine... ah, Starbucks. It had never failed her before and would hopefully not fail her now.
Except when she ducked into the air-conditioned buiilding she was dismayed to find a line. "Really now?" she grumbled, taking her spot. She was not due in until noon but she liked being early just to make sure that there was nothing she had forgotten to go over or breaking news that she had - somehow - missed. The five minutes that it took to get to the front took forever so far as Missy was concerned and when she finally got to the front she had to dig deep to find her perfect smile. "Venti quad shot espresso thanks."
Sasha wasn't sure why she was awake at god awful early in the morning when she didn't have to be. She could have just lazed about in bed all day, curled up into a warm little ball and that would have been just spectacular, but no. Her stomach wanted a vente mocha frappuccino and what her stomach wanted, it was going to get today. Taking up her spot behind Missy in the line, she waited for the girl to make her order so that she could make her own. She just wanted the coffee and then maybe heading back home and taking a nice dip in a hot bath with some bubbles and making herself a day of just doing whatever she wanted.
Tapping her foot after she paid, Missy stepped over so that the next customer could place their order, distracted when her cell went off. Oh, just her planner reminded her of the things she had to do today. Like she could forget. Kristen was dropped off in Ann Arbor for her gymnastics, nice and safe for the the day and away from vampires influence, and she was getting a thing of coffee that might actually last her until... oh... eleven. Maybe. Pushing her hair behind her ear, Missy reached out and accepted her drink when it came up with a nod of her head. "Thanks, mate," she said brightly, breathing in the scent with a happy sigh before taking a long drink, not even moving. That first sip was the best and needed to be taken right on the spot or something was lost. Which was totally all in her head... but Missy did not mind.
Upon ordering her own drink and watching as the woman before her received the drink she requested, Sasha's ears perked up at the word 'mate'. "Aussie?" she guessed, her own Australian twang hitting her words like a ton of bricks. It wasn't everyday that she heard the word 'mate' from anyone who wasn't. It was interesting and intriguing even. Like Sasha would just let it go without questioning it.
Missy had just finished that first drink when she heard the word 'Aussie'. And it was not even the word that caught her attention, but the accent accompanying it. "Most definitely," Missy smiled, taking her drink down and turning to regard the woman who had spoken. Oh... she had seen this one. One of those girls who seemed to hang off of that movie star vampire actor. Can I have one day without vampires or their fans? One bloody day! It was not like she asked for much. "And of course you are too... but one word won't give me the location. Why don't you come for a chat and I'll see if I can pick out your accent?" Not that she doubted herself for a moment. Knowing accents was Missy's specialty, no one better. "My name's Missy by the way and sorry, but I haven't talked to an Aussie my own age in way too long." Years, maybe.
Sasha gave the girl a smile, though on the inside she was trying her best to figure out why she'd sit when she had such a nice big bath at home and a bed and her lovely little coffee beverage. Instead though, she figured why the hell not? Might as well learn a little about this Australian lady. "Sure." she said as she paid for her beverage and took it in her hand. "Sasha." she replied. "And you're more than welcome t' see if you can pick out where I'm from."
Looking around, Missy spotted two of the more comfortable chairs and made her way there, sinking in with a happy sigh. A good coffee, an Australian and a good chair... maybe it would be a good day after all. Even if this was a vampire hanger-on. Smirking, Missy took another drink, those sentences more than enough for her ears. "You're from Sydney," she declared with a chortle. "City-dweller, I'd bet my espresso on it." And she was a woman who took her espresso very seriously. "I spent some time in that city when I was younger. Not a half-bad place at all. Definitely nothing like here."
"Very good." Sasha grinned. She was amused that the girl could tell the tiny difference in her accent opposed to others in Australia. "Sydney indeed. Lived there most of my life." she explained. "What about you? Where are you from? Australia, obviously. But what part? And what brought you all the way out t' Michigan of all places?"
Missy had always had that talent for picking accents out. Once she heard one and had it placed for her she was pretty much set for picking it out no matter how long passed after. Once her mother had remarked that it was her fae-blood ability, though Missy was not sure how much of that she believed. Picking out accents was not some mystical thing. "I come from Brisbane myself," Missy said proudly. Firstly she was proud of being an Australian but right behind that came the Brisbane pride. "And I'm out here because I got offered a job and no one with any sort of sense turns down a solid job in this sort of economy, you know?" The coming to America question, that was avoided. Missy just did not talk about that. "How about you?"
"Nice." she said with a nod. "Definitely no reason to turn down a job." She could get behind that. It was why she was in Michigan, after all. "Who would want to turn down any sort of cash when it comes t' the economy? I certainly wouldn't." Again, one of the reasons that she was in Michigan with Sebastian. More money was always a reason to do things one might not normally do. "I came with a friend. Something new and different."
Good, Sasha seemed to at least have somewhat of a head on her shoulders. Except for that bit where she was out partying and hanging onto a vampire's coattails. No, Missy was not forgetting or getting over that even if she gave no outward appearance of thinking about it. Certain things just did not sit well with her. "New and different... yeah, I'll give you that, Scarlet Oak's definitely that." The damn vampire bar, people literally flocked to it. Missy could not count the number of times someone had wanted to do another story on it. Highly disturbing. "Friend of yours an Aussie too? Far too few of us in this part of the world if you ask me. Bet most of them would freeze right to death."
"One of them, yes." she nodded. "My roommate is Australian too." Sasha explained. "There are far too few of us around these parts. Part of the reason that I asked you. Not everyday in Michigan that you hear an Australian accent." Though she really didn't want a ton of Australian's moving into Scarlet Oak and taking away her spotlight of Australian hotness. That just wouldn't do.
This was true. Missy had not been lying, exactly, the other day when she had said that she longed to hear another voice her own age with the accent. Sure Sasha's was nothing like the ones she was used to, but Missy could make due with what she had. "Well that's not too bad, two more." Not too many and not too few. So long as none of them were from Brisbane. The last thing Missy wanted was anyone who knew about what had happened to her family, or what supposedly had. Sure the public did not know about the vampires but the Peloe homicide had been a huge case. "Got another one too, but she's just a little shiela who can't see over the counter. My little sister, cutest thing you'll ever see." Even if her accent was not as strong as it used to be. "So you're just... touring around and happened to come here? No real reason past the interest factor?" Missy was a reporter, she really could not help herself.
Sasha smiled a little at that. Kids were certainly not in the cards for herself, but they were interesting little creatures. Celebrities were pulling them in like the newest handbags and accessories, again, not something Sasha would do, however. You actually had to feed little heathens. "So you're sister lives with you then?" she asked. She wondered where the little girl's parents might be, but that wasn't something she really cared to ask. "I just ended up here. Following around Sebastian. A looker that one. You end up in some interesting places when you're around a man like that."
"Yeah, she's been with me for years. Little shiela loves me." True, but Missy was not always sure why. Sure she tried to do her best but she was not the best of role models and she was all too aware of it. At least Kristen did not have to know about everything her big sister did. Like wish that she could beat Sasha's head against something because what the hell was someone from her own country doing following a vampire around? Vampire groupies, ugh, they were worse than the regular kind! "So... you're kind of a groupie," Missy remarked, tilting her head a little. She had let a bit of curiosity flick into her voice. "Bet it must be fun to see all of the different people that come to hang around him, right? Like being at a red carpet event every time."
Sasha's eyes narrowed into little slits when Missy called her a 'groupie'. She had to take a breath in order to keep from coming across the table at the girl. Sasha was not a groupie. She didn't think of herself that way and though she knew other people might, it didn't sit well to ever hear those words out loud. "If that's what you want to call it." she said, venom in her voice, coating her words. Had the words been daggers, Missy would not have made it past that single word. "He's quite popular." she said. "There are plenty of people who flock to him. Who wouldn't? He's perfection."
Ooooh, the girl had some bite. And seemed to have quite the opinion of herself because what she described sure sounded like a groupie to Missy, especially when she added in the perfection bit. "So what, you're not a groupie?" Missy asked, drawling a little on the word as she took another drink. Angry people slipped up easier, every reporter worth their salt knew that. "Then what would you call yourself? Just curious, I'm not big on that whole world. Don't really see the attraction of vampires and all. Scare me a little bit, not going to lie. If you can deal with all the more power to you, just not my bag of tea." Oh, but she could deal with. In so many ways that would spell out how unperfection Sebastian was. Just like every other vampire.
"I'm a vampire admirer. I'm a woman that likes to surround myself with beautiful and intelligent things." she said. "And vampires only scare those who are ignorant of the fact that they aren't just 'monsters' or frightening creatures. I'm alive, after all. If it were true, the vile things that most say about them, I wouldn't really be around to tell you about it, now would I?" Yes, yes she was angry. This woman was rubbing her the wrong way and like a cat getting the same treatment, Sasha was getting her fur all bunched up. "You know, I should really get going. I've got plenty of things I need to be doing."
Vampire admirer. Well there was a new way of saying fang-banger. Which was all they were so far as Missy was concerned. Vampires were not beautiful and intelligent things, they were monsters - with a rare few exception that she did not like thinking of - because if they were something else? Well her family would not have hunted them and her family would not be dead. Shame that even people from her country could not keep decent thoughts in their heads. Vapid. "You're acting like a cat that got water thrown all over it, geez," Missy's voice changed into a more soothing one. Just upsetting Sasha would have been fun, been awhile since she had done something like that, but it also seemed pointless. "Just 'cause I don't like something and think differently than you doesn't mean you should storm out of here like I stabbed you or something. If you actually know things about the vampires then maybe you could help me not be... you know, afraid like half the world is." Like hell. Her parents would flip right over in their graves!
Sasha resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the woman who was annoying the ever living hell out of her. "You called me a 'groupie' and used the word in the most awful sounding way as if you were saying 'vampire whore' or something like that. I refuse to sit around and allow you to bother me more with your lack of knowledge on all things vampire. If you're not smart enough to research them yourself, or perhaps talk to one, then I've no business speaking to you." she said. "Ignorance is not attractive. And I'd like to not surround myself with people who are ignorant."
Ignorant. Missy had been called a lot of things in her life, but ignorant? She knew more about vampires than this girl would likely ever know! "You didn't exactly describe yourself in the best way, love," Missy pointed out, sitting up straight, eyes snapping. "And one wouldn't call it ignorant if... say... the 'ignorant' one had had a family killed by vampires, now would they?" Oh there, pulled the card. But not in the way that made her stomach wrench. But being called ignorant? Missy was not going to just stand for that unless she was dead. And what else was she going to do, pull the hunter card? She would die first. "It's not ignorance if you're afraid because you saw your family laid out with their throats torn, drained and the vampires who hadn't lived through it right there, now is it? Nah, it's fear, straight and simple. But clearly you've only seen the sparkles. Least I was curious about the other side and didn't call you ignorant." Even if she was. Vampire groupie, fang banger, whatever she wanted to call herself. They were all the same. "Look it up if you want - Brisbane about five years back. Peloes. Two survivors - names of Missy and Kristen." With that, Missy leaned back again, eyes still sharp as she took a drink. Let Sasha storm out, she would just find her later. But not for a talk. Clearly this one was really far gone. She might just have to go with the vamp.
"It is ignorance." Sasha said as she got up from her chair and stared down her nose at Missy. She didn't give a rats fat, brown, fuzzy little ass about her or her family. "If a lesbian hits on you, you don't go assuming that every lesbian in the universe is hungry for your pussy, sweetheart. Whether a vampire killed your family or not, doesn't give you the right to judge, nor be afraid, of every vampire that you encounter, or in this case don't encounter. You don't know me, you don't know Sebastian and you're using one single happening to base your judgment on the rest of a group of people. That's ignorance. Sheer, unadulterated ignorance and I'm leaving before my IQ starts dwindling down any lower than it is right now. G'day, mate." And with that, she turned on her heels and strutted herself right out of the coffee shop.
"Not one single happening love!" Missy shouted at her back. History was rife with events that the fang bangers liked to claim untrue or exaggerated. They hated being shown the dark side. "Oh yeah, hypocrite too." Satisfied with herself, Missy relaxed into her chair and pulled out her cellphone. Yep, that one was definitely beyond any sort of help. Because her, afraid of a vampire? Maybe when hell froze over because she had just stalked one down and shot it to death the other night. Oh no, Missy was far from afraid. But now she had something new to play with, another place to take the frustration that Nikita's apparent presence brought on out on. She would definitely be seeing her vampire groupie excuse of a countrywoman again sometime. Too bad to see Australians dragged down like that though. Too bad.