She knew that there was irritation sparking. If she had been interrupted in the middle of her own solitude, with food in her hand and the thought that she’d do nothing but consume it, especially on a beautiful day such as this, then she would’ve been unspeakably annoyed as well. Even if it hadn’t been done on purpose, just as Faye hadn’t done it on purpose. The intent didn’t matter. All that mattered was the ending result, which was lost time and cash. But the cash could be at least somewhat regained; the time ended up continuously T I C K I N G away. She wished that she had kept to staring at the plant and not observing what had happened on the movie screen. Then she could remain ignorant of what was occurring and forget that there was a world beyond her own four corners. She didn’t want to be involved in this, but because it was Blue Blood business, that meant that it was absolutely her business. Especially now that it involved all of the Red Bloods who had looked at their phones and however many had tweeted.
She didn’t have to look at the application on her phone to know that the hashtag was more than likely trending, even more so than the current Red Blood obsessions such as Kim Kardashian and Taylor Swift. ( Two interesting extremes yet both insanely popular for their separate reasons. ) The vibration against the palm of her hand was sign enough; she flipped the switch on the edge of the phone to turn it off, unable to take much more of it. So much for finding her peace and quiet at this thing. She should’ve known this shindig was too good to be true. Her instincts were too correct each time these things came around. She hated them.
Yet despite this, Harper had no idea what was going on. As a Conduit, she needed to know. Yet Faye also recalled the absolute apathy their first encounter had been received with. What good would it do spreading the information if it wasn’t going to be received well and used? But she also, also realised that she was far too distraught to keep it in.
Besides, she had just decimated a churro. She figured she might as well proffer a reason behind the uncharacteristic clumsiness, even if it involved Blue Blood business.
“Yes, the trailer. Which isn’t actually a trailer. That torture and scenery is real, and really happening. And that countdown? Yeah. If she’s not found in that amount of time, she’s dead. A real person - dead. And who the bloody fuck knows what’ll be shown on the screens then.”
Harper had asked, so Faye had answered, even though the words came out no slower than before. It would be much easier if she could just run from all of this. But she couldn’t.
“And now everyone’s gone off to God knows where in London and it’s just me left behind here as per usual.” Taking in a deep breath, Faye steadied herself. “– I’m sorry. This isn’t helping.”
Harper stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her mind seemingly detaching any background noise from around her. Still bitter, still regretting the fact that she had decided to walk that way and not any other. She knew she should’ve stayed at home-- or at least surrounded herself with people from St. Agnes so any chance of having her day ruined would somehow diminish. It had started with the trailer, the recent happenings in her day. If she hadn’t watched it, if she had gone to the churro stand maybe a bit earlier, perhaps she wouldn’t have run into Faye and she wouldn’t have to stand there and listen to the unfolding drama. Though she couldn’t help but wonder why it was that the vampyre seemed to shaken, especially if it was just a random girl she might or might have not crossed path with on the street.
The brunette knew she should’ve just nodded, accepted the apology and be on her merry way to buy another churro. Could she still do it, though? Could she still walk away from a distressed Blue Blood? She could and yet she was still confused about why Faye seemed so taken back about what happened to the blonde on the film trailer -- or at least, she had deemed it as such, along with everyone in the park that didn’t know as much as Faye Piperton. So Harper listened, she looked at the vampyre with a lack of emotion in her face that was all too familiar to those that had previously talked to her and held the same status at the woman standing before her. If she didn’t know better, she’d say Faye was on the verge of crying. Harper hoped that was not the case.
Harper listened more, as Faye told her it hadn’t been a trailer, it had been real. Was the blonde on the screen really a Blue Blood or had Faye taken a liking to a Red Blood, more than any of the other Blue Bloods Harper had unfortunately run into?
“Is she just a random human or is she a Blue Blood?”, and would the answer really matter at that point? Blue or Red blood, Harper didn’t know the girl. If it was the former, though, she really didn’t care. The vampyres were capable of taking care of themselves without needing a human brochure to take care of it.
She couldn’t help but mentally smirk at Faye’s bitter words, as well. It was refreshing to say the least, but still didn’t change the fact that she was a vampyre. “Hey, if being bitter helps you cope, be my guest.” she shrugged.
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