Jadyn Cole (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} queen_of_cups) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} light_of_may,@ 2010-06-11 17:18:00 |
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Who: Jadyn and Missy
Where: Local hardware store
When: Late morning
Going out and doing shopping was a big deal to Jadyn. Not a big deal in the sense that her life revolved around it - fuck that and fuck anyone else who lived life like it was a cheap Sex and the City knock off - but it was more of a matter of getting herself out of the house and having to deal with the inevitable: people. It was far easier back on the east coast when she grew up in the same town and new all the locals. Scarlet Oak? Not so much. True, she had been there for close to two years now, but that had nothing on her time in Salem, thus explaining her anxiety spiking each time she knew she had to go out and shop for something. And as much as she wanted to purchase all the supplies needed to build her son some new furniture for his birthday, it was for her son and she just had to check out everything she was buying before it went to her home. Granted, Jadyn did spend several days pacing back and forth in her living room, sucking down cigarette after cigarette, contemplating what to do, but today was the day she bit the bullet and headed off to the local hardware store.
Her paranoia was acting up, as always, leaving her relatively skittish as she arrived at the local hardware store. She prayed that not many people would be there to overwhelm the elemental. Besides, who the hell spent their late morning on a Thursday in a hardware store? Not too many people. And not vampires. No no no no, there will be none of that. Jadyn had to keep telling herself that vampires only came out at night, so she was safe, even though she knew better than that and that they were capable of walking out in broad daylight. 'One of them is going to get you,' a familiar voice rang in her head to haunt her. She let out a shaky sigh and rubbed her forehead, praying that the voices would go away. Adjusting her sunglasses onto the top of her head, she entered the store and continued to hear a few whispers on and off in her mind. She was pretty sure some worker at the front end greeted her and probably offered her assistance, though Jadyn stormed right on by him, keen on not interacting with anyone there if she had to. Besides, she made furniture for a freaking living - she didn't need anyone's help.
Browsing the selection of wood stains, Jadyn tapped an anxious finger against her lip while trying to figure out what to buy. It was difficult when a voice would go off in her head every now and then, simply making her more skittish. "God, why can't you just shut up for just- GAH!" In the middle of growling to herself, she took a brisk turn around the aisle corner and found herself colliding into someone. Oh great, now she just had to interact with someone. Fluttering her brown eyes, Jadyn hesitated for a second before vomiting out her words. "Oh, fuck. Shit! I was.. didn't even see you. Just.. Are you ok? I'm sorry. So so sorry, really. Don't be mad." Because now was not the time to find out if a bucket of paint doubled as a good improv weapon or not in case mad was on the list of current of emotions.