Ishiko Tanaka (ex_myhaunted622) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-11 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-07-29, madeleine, zaviar |
Hunt you to the ground they will
Who: Ishiko, Madeleine & Zaviar
Where: Town hall
When: Pre-debate
Her purse was vibrating. Another reminder that without her cell, Ishiko's job as she knew it would be far harder. Also another reminder that she had a place to be and did she realise her secretary had been crying since noon? Yes, she knew. The former was something she had already seen to just to make sure no one would find a genuine work-related reason to call. As far as she had anticipated, that was the only kind of reason any of them would have to even consider dialling her number.
"Her brother is dead. She found out this morning." Not something Ishiko could alter. She handed her purse over to be searched while the rest of her was searched for the firearms she had left in her car. "I don't comfort the grieving," was her answer to what sounded like it was trying to be a reprimand. It was hard for the average person to lie to an empath. Harder still for her to lie to one. Her secretary's grief did not concern her. It rendered the girl incapable of doing her job, which only inconvenienced her. Undoubtedly, the empath knew, so any attempts at comforting would only appear as insincere and self-serving as they really were. She did not think that would improve the situation. Despite remarks like 'but you could have at least made the effort', Ishiko remained silent on her end of the line, waiting for her colleague to give up and accept that nothing he had to say was going to alter her view on the matter. Yes, she could have made the effort and insulted the girl's intelligence, all the while emitting waves of annoyance. Was it necessary? No.
Are you there already? Her purse was handed back to her and she continued onward, ridiculous questions and someone's loud surface thoughts dragging her attention from the people she was walking towards. Someone in the vicinity really didn't like supernaturals. "No, I thought an evening at a lesbian stripclub would be a more productive use of my ti--" Someone's shoulder knocked her off balance and she stumbled slightly. Cutting off the call -- both in speech and quite literally -- Ishiko looked up at whoever she just walked into. Etiquette dictated she ought to apologise, though he could just as easily have stepped out of the way. Apologies were useless things at any rate. They didn't take back mistakes, they smoothed over injured pride.