Winifred Jordan (warriors_gaze) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2017-10-26 11:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: winifred jordan, location: the dockyard |
Who: Fred and Desirae(NPC)
When: Wednesday Night
Where: The Dockyard
Warnings: She isn't in the best mood, so language and a little violence
To say that Fred was having a rough year would be like saying that tequila has a little bit of a kick. Her mind had been twisted to all hell from the things that happened at the start of the year with Haylie and Hayden. On top of that, her mind was messing with her. Anytime she closed her eyes to try and relax her thoughts she simply wasn't able to maintain a decent meditative state. She was even slipping up with her guard. She was still kicking herself for letting that bitch pull one over on her. She knew she shouldn't, what with the school seeming to have a snitch around, but she just couldn't stay in the dorms tonight. She needed to be away from the place. Away from her responsibilities. Just away.
She was dressed in black jeans and a white Led Zeppelin shirt that she covered with her leather jacket while she was sneaking off campus. Her feet were light as a feather, and her presence would not have been too noticeable unless there was someone looking for her. So managing to get off campus was mostly a breeze. The only thing she had to worry about was if Kaden was on the prowl, but from what she gathered from the bitch, he was probably distracted.
Once outside the gates, Fred allowed herself to relax a bit. Not so much that she walked in the street, but she was no longer running. With the slight threat of being caught behind her, the thoughts that caused her to leave again crept into her mind. One of the biggest ones was why in the fuck did she ever say yes to the mentor position. She was making so many stupid choices this year, and she was pretty much paying for them all rather quickly. Hydra was no longer her house. People like Van made sure to help her know that. The school wasn't really her home either. Had it really been? She only really got to know a handful of people after all, and she wasn't sure how well they would keep in touch with her. Alex already had a tendency to forget about his phone when he went off to wherever the hell he went each summer. Who the hell knew what Davian would do from one day to the next. Hayden wasn't really talking to her much already. Fred wasn't sure if she liked that or not. Alicia was mostly just someone that helped her forget her problems.
She made a quick pass of the bar to make sure none of the teachers were in there tonight, and when she felt safe enough, she went in. Her eyes were yellow as she approached the bar. She was able to snare the tender easily in a simple illusion that she had preformed countless times before (particularly in Vegas). There was a small bit of back and forth, but in the end he accepted the ID that she had never actually given him. She then made her way to a corner table where she could drink alone. The bartender would be fine with her for the rest of the night now, so she was fine relaxing her guard a bit more. The illusions that involved shifting small details in the already present world was probably the easiest type she had learned to create. It was easy to pick it back up if eye contact is broken since the entire world doesn't shatter, and it was easier to convince them it was real since there were less minor details to worry about. Sure she could fuck up someone's mind with the stronger illusions, but something that she had learned at the school was the more complex the illusion, the harder it is to keep it going.
"Is this seat taken?" a female voice asked Fred, pulling the vampire out of her thoughts. There was no heartbeat, so Fred knew before she even glanced up that the person wouldn't be actually human.
"What do you want?" Fred asked as she tilted her chair back and turned to look at the owner of the voice. The girl was a few years older in appearance to Fred, had long black hair which she had in two fishtail braids, wore a casual white v-neck blouse, and a short black skirt that allowed Fred to enjoy the pleasant view of her long pale legs. Fred had already been screwed with once today though, so she was not about to allow herself to be thrown just because someone was hot. She continued an icy glare at the girl that said answer the question or go away.
The girl smiled, and sat across from Fred as though she had been invited to and that she didn't even recognize that Fred was staring daggers at her. "You looked like you had a bad day, and I figured since we have something in common, we could talk," she replied with the simplicity of someone who did something like this often.
"Not in the mood," Fred replied raising the bottle to her lips and tilting some of the contents into her mouth. "There's plenty other vamps around the town you can talk to."
The girl did not seem to be put off by the response for even a second. She simply waved at the bartender and held up two fingers. "I know," she replied, "But you're the most interesting one I've seen tonight." Fred was now even more suspicious. If there was one way to get her to question a situation, it was unearned compliments. "How did you do that with the bartender?" she asked, "It was like he was taking your ID, but you didn't give him a thing. He just seemed to mime taking it, checking it, then sold you a drink."
"I don't know what you're really after," Fred told her, "But I am not in the mood to deal with it."
There was a flash of something across the girl's face, but it happened so fast Fred couldn't tell if it was anger, annoyance, or disappointment. Two drinks were set on the table, and the girl continued to sit there. Fred was getting a little annoyed now. She contemplated trapping the girl, but there was a chance that was what she was after. Her first question had been about her power after all.
"Fine," the girl said, appearing to give up on the charade, "You're Winifred Jordan right?"
Fred stopped in mid lift for another drink. She set the bottle down and her chair came back down to the floor. Despite herself, that definitely got her attention. "You have about two minutes to tell me who you are and what you want before I do something that we might both regret," Fred threatened.
"I'm Desirae Harrison," she replied quickly, apparently taken aback by the threat, "I just wanted to find you because you freed me."
Now is when Fred's eyes flashed yellow again and she snared the girl in an illusion. She didn't have them leave the bar, but it did allow her to do some things that would have gotten her kicked out of school if she had done them for real. In the illusion, Fred snapped the back of the chair so that she had a sharp wooden spike, moved across the table, and threatened to stab the girl. "That's great," she told her, "Now the truth."
"It is the truth!" she shrieked, "I just didn't know why you did it!"
Fred released the illusion to reveal that she was still seated in her unbroken chair staring across the table at the girl, who was now wide eyed, and not quite as calm. "Explain or that happens for real next time," she instructed the girl. There were a few people looking over to the table, but Fred kept herself hidden in the shadows, and the girl, Desirae, waved the bartender off when he looked at her.
Apparently the girl had been in the same sort of situation as Fred had been with her sire, who was also Desirae's sire. She had been in an apartment though where he would visit her regularly to get her to do things for him. Fred understood all too well what sort of requests that man had. She knew of Fred and Caitlin, but had never crossed paths with them because he was careful to keep them separate due to the possible problems the two girls could cause. When his power wore off, she had gone to look for the two girls, but only found rumor that one survived and returned to school. So she figured that Fred was the one that had finished him off.
"I didn't kill him," she informed Desirae, "Caitlin did."
"Is she still alive?"
Fred shook her head. "She killed herself in order to kill him," Fred explained. She finished her drink and then went to get up.
"Wait!" Desirae said, catching Fred by the hand. Fred's eyes glared at the hand, but didn't do anything yet. "I spent so long looking for you," she told Fred. Her hand balled up, and as she pulled it back, a small drop of blood landed into both of the glasses on the table. "I just wanted to talk with you," she continued, letting the balled up hand fall to her lap so that the small cut she had made with her fingernail wouldn't be noticed. "Please?" She held her other hand out to the chair, "Just for one drink?"
"If possible, I'm even less in the mood than when you first sat down," Fred replied. Fred sighed, and sat back down. She took the drink that was nearest to Desirae, drank it, then stood back up. "There," and without another word, Fred left the bar.