(Open) Employee of the night

by **Miria** on January 25th, 2013, 4:09 pm

Miria closed her eyes hearing Jesslyn laugh at her attempts to make her leave. Truly a nightmare for someone who did not like deal with people on a regular basis. She looked up at Jesslyn with a excited purple, trying to restrain herself from screaming. Across from her was just another Vantha, nothing else nothing more. No matter how she felt Miria had to reassure herself that the figure before her was just a passerby for the night. One that she was not suppose to keep but nevertheless.

What was she going on about now? Morbid scenes ones that painted it's own pictures. Gruesome ways to die in a world still trying to recover from it's last apocalypse. “So what?” Miria heard herself say. She blinked once in shock before slowly continuing. Her voice was shaking but it was not because she feared what the other had to say or that she felt sorry for saying so. In fact it felt good. It felt right. There was nothing else that could be said or done to stop the two from conflicting so why even bother trying to do what's right if she did not even get treated with respect.

“You really think yourself clever don't you? You think that calling out whatever you feel or imagine things makes you better then me? That's petching stupid. Anyone can understand what makes them feel bad, inferior, whatever. Your just forced to deal with your thoughts more, who cares? I've already faced my reality a long time ago. How I deal with it is on me, this is how I live. Now I'm working two jobs right now to do something reckless and dangerous. That will lead me to Morwen knows what to do things I don't want to think about just on a slim chance of finding my peace. That's my reality and honey you better believe that I'm feeling all types of things right now but that's how I want to do it. I would rather be damned then let someone tell me otherwise.”

Miria's eyes started to shine a familiar tangerine hue as she started to see Jesslyn in a different light. It was as if she was deaf and blind. Just some random abberation that sauntered inside the shop that constantly tries to aggravate her. It was starting to get to her and Miria did not bother stopping her actions this time. Briskly stepping over to Jesslyn Miria went to grab her out of the seat with a hard tug on her arm. “I want you out! Now! Get out!” Miria nearly screeched. She would not accommodate her any longer and was fine with the idea of denying her shelter from the cold.

by **Jesslyn Skyglow** on January 27th, 2013, 2:31 am

Jesslyn had realized that stopping her staff was a bad idea. And it was taken into noticed when hands grabbed her and forced her up. Upon instinct Jesslyn brought the staff around to hit her attacker as hard as she could in the shins. As the staff made connection Jesslyn could pick out the shape of Miria.

"What the winter?!" Jesslyn snarled, "What in the winter is your problem? Were you dropped as a child!?" Jesslyn breathed out of her nose, "Are you have a break-down?" Jesslyn stopped the foot of Miria. "Breathe. Morwen! Someone comes asking for a simple, 'Let me in till the morning.' and you attack them."

Jesslyn's eyes started to bleed into a dark red color. It stung as she was unused to any sensation in her eye's. The damaged cells were working in her anger and she could...she could actually feel the heat from them.

Jesslyn didn't want to leave but if she was being attacked for her life and voice because Miss,'I can't handle things as I'm too weak' then she would. And let Morwen be her witness when she say's she wishes trouble to come for the woman who attacks the blind and their kin because they cannot handle their emotions and mental-state.

Jesslyn ripped herself out of Miria's grip and brought her staff heavily onto the ground as she worked her way to the door. Knocking anything in her direct path out of her way. Reaching the door Jesslyn turned her heated eyes back to the direction she should have come from, "If you are ever in need, ever want help, ever want anything I wish for you to have the worst. And that you will remember, vividly, all the pain, smells, sounds, and pictures of your worst nightmares and encounters. Even the birth of your child will be not a happy moment but a sorrowful terror filled one."

Jesslyn didn't wait for an answer or a sound of any type. She simply hit the store ground hard enough the leave a scuff and opened to door. Out into the cold she left the door open and began to walk to the right. She hoped with all her might that Miria would realize what troubles the mind of the blind. They can't see in order for their brains to get rid of it, no they feel everything else. Where one might just see the sword coming towards them the blind will feel it coming towards them and feel it when it stabs into them.

Jesslyn's eye's refused to turn back and any snowflakes that fell close to her eyes seemed to melt faster. The rage of the blind woman melts the snow in the dead of the night, as crooks and thieves freeze in the night. Watching from a distance, the red eyed Vantha storm through the streets.

by **Miria** on January 29th, 2013, 4:34 pm

Wincing slightly the archer's emotions flared at the resistance Jesslyn was giving her. Her hands shook indignantly as the woman's staff was used against her. A tight space to strike with the piece of wood but it still caused Miria to stop for a second, gritting her teeth in anguish. It would be too easy to attack Jesslyn right then and there but Miria already decided on what to do and that would be how she handle this. More fire spewed from the “guest's” tongue as Miria committed herself to forcing Jesslyn towards the door.

Jesslyn glared at her a slight twinge of color coming back to her eyes and Miria looked back with her own orange hue of focus. Breaking away from her Jesslyn deftly made it her way to the door much to Miria's surprise. Her eyebrows shifted slightly as she nearly collided with the table and instead knocked over the nearby stool. Rolling her eyes Miria shook her head in annoyance as Jesslyn made another grand spectacle of herself. Enough was enough Miria thought as she interrupted the other's declarations. Leaning in the archer made sure to annunciate her words carefully so there wasn't any confusion from her voice. “Get. Out. Now.”

Shaking her head Miria breathed out closing the door behind her. What Jesslyn said were unforgivable to say the least and as she picked up the stool from the ground Miria thought back to what she had just said. “I would not wish that on anyone.” Miria muttered simply as she looked back at the book near the fire. Knowing you. Knowing me. Enough with this there was still much more that had to be done. Her encounter with this blind woman proved to be enlightening if not hurtful. The thought of understanding another person seemed crazy but now at least it seemed less crazy to use djed to do so.

Stretching both of her hands away from her Miria lifted the pair up as she tried to relax now that the disturbance has finally left. Miria looked back at the bow she was working on smirking tiredly before walking over to finish her craft. The smell of shaved wood filled the air as the archer tried to reminisce of a life long lost. A soft distracted smile entered Miria's lips as she tied the bowstring and tested it's resilience. At least in her work she would be able to find a little bit of happiness from this world. Her face grew wide as she checked how far she could stretch the string before it started to put serious stress on the wood. Oh my old boring life how I miss you.

oocThat was fun writing with you

Do you wanna stop this thread here? I'll post it up in grading in two days time if so

by **Valkyrie** on February 7th, 2013, 9:56 pm

Miria :

Jesslyn Skyglow :

You Will Be Collected if Worthy

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