calliope:
Don’t get her wrong, Calliope cared about some people. Admittedly, not too many of them, but she wasn’t a monster – not really. She had some human qualities, she was able to experience empathy and other things people usually found appealing. Even though there was a role she played, and a beast deep inside her which constantly threatened to spill out of her edges if she pushed too hard, Calliope Hollis was… Fine. She would never consider herself to be mean or cruel, she simply was too analytical about every situation to show affection to everyone. She knew ( or thought she knew ) when a moment called for praise and when she simply had to get things done. This, for example, was one of those times in which she simply had to do the things she was supposed to do. She wasn’t terrible at small talk ( it was a must to be able to have a future in politics ) but this moment simply didn’t call for it, and she had no desire to make this easier for this other chick. Sunny. You’ve got to be shitting me? Did she think she was witty, being happy with that name? ( Calliope hated puns ).
“Right, yeah,” she simply acknowledged that the brunette had spoken with a vague wave of her hand in the air, as she continued to take eager and sure steps in the direction she was supposed to go. Obviously, asking the other what her task was hadn’t even crossed her mind. There were times to prioritize others and times to be selfish, and this was definitely the time to be selfish. Her feet didn’t stop moving forward at an alarming speed when she turned her head slightly to look back at the other. Oh, right. “The field, I need something from underneath the bleachers,” why she was explaining anything to this stranger was way beyond her, but apparently she was feeling sweet all of a suddent. It didn’t last long ( thankfully ). “Stop mumbling, it’s not very cute,” she added, facing forward once more. They weren’t too far from the pitch, and she knew she’d have this done in no time. And then she’d treat herself to a real party, the one she deserved – with body shots and some hair pulling against a wall. There mere thought made her hint a smile. Ah, yes, she couldn’t wait.
In the face of intimidating people, Sunny shrinks. Someone with more backbone would have snapped at Calliope or at least offered her a decent response, but all Sunny could say was mumble an apology even when she was specifically told not to. Like a turtle retreating to the comfort of its shell, she lagged a few steps behind the other woman with her arms hugging her body to warm it against the cool breeze. She didn’t dare question what they were looking for in the bleachers and why the bleachers exactly, she just followed like she always has.
She didn’t really know Calliope Hollis, aside from a vague memory of seeing her at student government campaigns. It felt strange, at this moment, to walk with her in an ungodly hour to the bleachers to look for something. The other woman was practically a stranger and a very intimidating one at that, but Sunny has already had a whirlwind of a night. It would be a waste if she stops now. Besides, there was still that matter of her fulfilling her own task.
By the time they arrived at the bleachers, Sunny turned to Calliope. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but closed it again, trying to find the proper words to use. She spoke a little louder this time and tried not to mumble, “Should we both look at the same area or should we separate? The bleachers are pretty long. And, u-umm, what are we looking for, exactly?”












