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 Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 7:01 pm
He was trying to pay attention. He really was. But self-pity was such a turn off to him. It was all he could do to continue listening to her and not just get up and leave. Who cared if his wittle brother was (or used to be) best friends with her. It wasn't like he hung out with his family all that much. He'd decided what he wanted to do with his life and he did it. He didn't whine about being shot at or risking his life, and whether or not Zia was exaggerating her misery or not, Michael couldn't find it in himself to pity her.
"Didn't seem tired to me as you were shouting to yourself," he shrugged, popping open another can and pushing it into Zia's hands, before opening his last. So much for that six pack... That just meant he'd have to head to the store at some point the next day, or send Gilbert to collect it.
"I always thought you were going to make it big," he prodded with a nonchalant tilt of his head, glancing at her. "Intelligent Crystal girl and all that. I hope you weren't voted for 'Most Likely to Succeed'... or if you were, I don't think I'd show up to my high school reunion, if I were you."
Mean? Maybe...
"And don't knock being in school," he snorted, although he didn't really care what she thought was a waste and what wasn't. He happened to like school. Well, being on the teaching end, but being in school hadn't bothered him.
He clearly just knew how to work the system. "If you want to get out of here, what's stopping you?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 7:56 pm
"Oh I didn't do bad. Uh... kind of," Zia fished a business card out of her bra and handed it off before cracking open her third beer. Just because at night she traded the tight pencil skirts for pajama bottoms didn't mean either of those things had pockets. Also she was fairly sure Tommy only dragged her around to client meetings to be eye candy since he had more or less told her so when she wanted a promotion and said her tops should be lower.
The business card was fairly ornate, declaring her an employee of Davis & Wilson Brokerage and assistant to senior representative Thomas Wilson, the snarky young man who 'rescued her' from Chris when he cornered her scoping out properties for a personal project. While Tommy enjoyed poking fun at Chris at the occasional party Zia dragged him around to back in the day, she wasn't sure if Michael and the other trust fund brat in their area had ever crossed paths.
"I mean, he's a d**k and all but I mean, I'm like a totally functional human being during the day, bro. I do other things besides buy Moon Queens lunch and piss off Evil Space Jesus, you know. You think I could take this out in one chugfest?" She asked, staring at the can, a manic sort of laughter playing in her voice. She tried it anyway and had to stop for breath before she finished, sending her into giggle fits.
"But whatever. I guess I hang around because I'm still hoping I get to jam my pocket knife in Ares' pretty little face," She pulled her tank top down a bit to display the mangled scar of the blood moon on her chest Ares had held her down to brand into her. "I'm not fond of being branded like cattle and told to get a lobotomy to hang with the popular kids... And besides," And then she quirked an eyebrow and glanced to the right as a thought flit through her mind. One she hadn't really vocalized, and Zirconia had crept back to life and was warning her not to. She could talk s**t about Ares. Ares ruined both their lives, but inside the back of her brain she heard the very clear snarl.
Don't...
"You know, since the original Moon-b***h who turned me into a half crazed partially immortal nutcase is dead already." Zia looked about ready to laugh but suddenly, her 'upbeat' demeanor vanished as she reacted like she'd been shot in the head and held her aching skull in her hands. Her senses were screaming as the other soul raged and fought for control, the first time they'd both been at odds so forcibly. And it hurt.
"I have to go," She bit out, barely able to get that much out as battle lines were drawn for possession of her nervous system and a shaky hand blindly reached out to grab the ledge as she found herself suddenly unable to balance on her sport.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:45 pm
Michael took the business card and watched the young woman through slightly narrowed eyes, his amused expression completely gone at this point. This wasn't just a problem of being cursed with another life... he was fairly certain Zia was losing her mind.
If it hadn't already been gone already.
"You need help Zia," he said as he watched her, noting how she was holding onto the ledge to keep herself steady. She was already saying things that both made sense and didn't... but if she was willing to spill the beans to someone she didn't know was good or bad... The risk she was taking would eventually get her killed. People couldn't go around talking about their other lives like that... he knew that, and she should know that if she had any brains.
If she was going to leave then he wasn't going to stop her, and as much as he wanted to ask more about Ares, he didn't think it would be a good idea, lest it gave himself away to knowing more than a civilian should.
"As do I," he said after a few moments, pushing himself up to stand and taking the initiative to be the first to head towards the fire escape. "Some of us have work in the morning," he said with a small wink and flashing the business card before pocketing it, as though using it as a reminder that she needed to get home safely if she intended to keep up her little charade of a well mannered life.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 8:57 pm
"Don't we all," Zia muttered, still clenching her eyes like she had the worst migraine in the world. She managed to peek out from under her falling bangs. "Yeah, whatever," She was trying her best to get back to at least being able to sit up, but there was a screeching in her ears no one else could hear and she still thought she would go deaf from Zirconia's tantrum. Get back in your mental kitty cage, dumb space cat.
Once he was gone, she ended up pulling her legs up and laying face down on the roof, lifting and banging her throbbing head against the ground.
"Zirconia, you're a ******** b***h."
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