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@madisonnotmaddie replied to your post “[pm] Hello Dr. Dolan? I think I am in one of your...”:
[pm] I know. Sorry. Um, where do I collect bones? Archeology just seems cool and I like to learn about stuff to be the best version of myself I can be.
[pm] The cemetery. [...] That was a joke. The woods, perhaps?
And the best version of yourself is a girl who messages her professors weeks in advance to ask for extra reading? Were you unloved as a child What's your name, darling?
[pm] Hello Dr. Dolan? I think I am in one of your classes next semester. I wanted to know if there is any reading I can do to prepare?
[pm] Grand, one of these types You "think" or you know, darling?
No, there's nothing that will prepare you. Though, if you are so eager, why not collect some bones for yourself? I could assist with identification. [...] Why are you interested in archeology?
newblood
who; @flashfanged where: Witch's Walk
She picks at a funnel cake as they stroll about the boardwalk. The mood and tenor of the evening are fine, even if she's still quite unnerved (and frankly, sore) from her ordeal at Francoise's club. It's certainly not the first time she's been in such a situation, chemical, magical, or otherwise. Likely won't be the last either.
What she's less certain about however is her impression of this Madison person. There is a part of her that is, well, fine. They're new blood, one of Lana's. An addition the Lomidze clan. But that's part of the problem also. Svetlana can simply choose who and when to create a vampire, but she has a handful of indiscretions and it's a century of painful, miserable desiccation and endless darkness.
It's hard not to hold resentments.
Still, she's not trying to hate this new vampire - quite the opposite. Whatever her quarrel with Madison's sire may be, it need not be with Madison themself. Çaska tears a bit of the fried dough from the rest of the cake, pops it, muted and tasteless, in her mouth, savoring the ghost of a suggestion it imparts. She stops, shoving the rest of it into Boy's hands. "Eat this, go take a walk, we'll find you."
He dutifully listens, wandering off, and she leans on the railing, looking out into the dark sea, part of a great black expanse out past the lights of the Witch's Walk. "I am quite famously not a fan of my older sister, Madison." She turns to them. "I don't know if you've been told that." Despite the tone of the comment, she's all smiles.
/CLOSED/
Another ring at the doorbell. Alex groaned, a little annoyed that he had to get up and stop watching the game for the time being. Nonetheless, he went over to the door and opened it up. He was surprised to fine someone he actually knew, which was no small feat for the time being. They had only met briefly before when Alex had visited Cass not that long ago. It was nice to see a familiar face, though he didn’t know much about her. “Well, I’ll be. If it isn’t Madison St. Clair. Didn’t know when I’d be seeing you. I’m afraid you just missed Cass. She took Zodiac on a ride, but she’ll be back within a half hour probably. You’re more than welcome to stay in here while you wait,” he offered, hoping she would be okay with waiting and not just leave. He was still trying to get to know Cass’s friends better, and it would be good for Cass to see her friend in person as well.
@madi-stclxir
LOCATION: McCarthy Residence DATE & TIME: 18/08, 4pm OPEN TO: @mcmadisonhq
Rachel had been baking most of the morning. It was no secret that Madison was obviously plotting against her. With it being so close to the new school year, and so many potential new glee arrivals, Rachel simply couldn’t risk a coo at this stage. No, it would be best for all involved, if Madison was simply a little unwell for the next couple of days. Enabling her to gather some perspective and allow for Rachel to continue her glee recruitment drive free from intervention and an assassination of her character.
It was really a life lesson for the both of them. One she knew Madison would be grateful for when she ultimately came to the correct conclusion that overthrowing Rachel was not what was best for their glee family. She wasn’t of course, hurt by the comments online made by Madison. And this wasn’t simply a desperate act of hurt feelings by a girl who wanted to be liked. Of course it wasn’t. She was a professional. The comments aimed at her appearance, talent and overall being did not bother her in the slightest.
Which was why she was here, knocking on the door to Madison’s home and waiting patiently as it opened.
“Hello Madison, I thought we should talk.” she smiled sweetly, holding out the tray of brownies she’d decorated with M’s for added charm. “It would seem, there is some active tension between us. Anyone with eyes can see from the online chat that there appears to be animosity.”
She sighed, as though deeply troubled by the very idea of such a thing, before she took a breath to continue the monologue she had practiced just that morning in her bathroom mirror. She was, after all, a consummate professional.
“Now some people may mistake that for sexual chemistry, I have to admit I did wonder for a minute if you were in fact, in love with me and whilst I am flattered and believe it would make for a wonderfully ominous start to a love story, I do fear that it would, in fact, end in tragedy. I’m destined for Broadway Madison, as apparently are you — we’re not built for a shakespearean tragedy.”
