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@whatamistyday
Dinner Date : Misty x Cordelia
The door to Cordelia's room was shut, and Misty lingered outside of it for ages. Ever since their night of passion she had been hesitant to accompany her in the house. No matter how much she wanted to. Every inch of her just wanted to spend time with the woman. Now was her chance, if only she could muster up the courage. Knocking on the door Misty slowly opened it, peeking her head inside. "Miss Cordelia?"
An Odd Night Out : Misty and Madison
Madison was jetlagged and angry at the world. That was always the problem, wasn’t it? If it was one thing, it was another thing. She had been picking at her food all night, shuffling them from one side to the other until she had given up on the food completely. She had heard the voice, she didn’t even know that Misty was there. She had grabbed her plate with her mind and then threw it to the wall out of anger. The maid had come in and looked at Madison with disgust. “Oh, Madison, ever so pleasant having you back.” She shook her head at the girl as she bent down and picked up the things that Madison had purposely dropped. “You’ve probably been slacking. The rest of these bitches have been making your job easy.” She said with a smirk and shrugged her shoulders. “I hate easy.” She said with vengeance. She looked at Misty now and then shrugged.
"People die, you get over it," She said simply. Truth was, she loved her grandma. Madison just couldn’t show any sort of weakness with these girls. She wouldn’t lose her opportunity of being supreme because some bitch didn’t think she was emotionally unstable for it. She had a tough act and she was tough on the inside. There wasn’t a heart of glass but one of fire and passion. She had grabbed a cigarette and then lit it. "What do you want, anyways?" She raised an eyebrow, it was almost like she wanted to say more but didn’t.
Misty flinched as Madisons plate smashed against the wall. Misty could sense the unimaginable anger radiating from the girl. Why was she always like this? Misty wondered if Madison ever felt a moment of peace. Misty started to get up to help the maid clean it up but the maid quickly shushed her back into her seat.
"Well, people don't just die. They leave a mark on this world no one else can replace." Staring at Madison she could sense her aura, being dark blue. The color that hides the truth, for fear of weakness. Misty had lost her parents in a car wreck when she was sixteen. She had experienced loss. She hoped she could relate to Madison in some way, to maybe give her a moments rest.
"I just...well..i was wonderin' if maybe you'd like to go somewhere, maybe talk, have a drink or two. Get outta this god forsaken house. You know?"
Her lip curled into a nervous smile. She hoped Madison would accept her offer, maybe they could be friends for once. Or atleast something closer to it than where they were now.
An Odd Night Out : Misty and Madison
The dinner table was tense as the other girls and boys had left the table. All that were left were Misty and Madison, Misty picking at the rest of her meal, glancing guiltily at the other blonde. Kind hearted Misty hated being mad at others, and even worse when others were mad at her. Misty laid down her fork and but her lip. "Hey... Madison... I'm real sorry 'bout your gran'mother." She figured this was the easiest way to make amends. Misty hated the tension and bad vibes that would flood the house when she would encounter the Hollywood movie star.
Your character is celebrating St. Patrick’s Day at a bar. Write about why they are there and what they are feeling. Do they feel lucky or sucky?
Misty breathed in the chilling air. Gusts of wind toyed with her wavy hair as she walked along the city streets. Swinging by her side was her woolen bag, filled with crumpled dollars and a multitude of headbands and rings. Her long white dress swayed behind her. She paused outside of a window of a local pub. She bit her lip for a moment, deciding whether or not she wanted to go in. It was St. Patricks day. She quickly rummaged through her bag for a green headband, replacing her flowery one with a light green band with a single shamrock on it. “Hopefully thats festive enough.” she whispered to herself. She walked inside.
The pub was full of drunken men. They played pool and most gave Misty a curious glance as she pranced by. Taking an empty seat at the bar, Misty ordered a shot of tequila. Little known to anyone, Misty was hardly a lightweight when it came to alcohol. She could drink for days before getting smashed. Her tolerance had built up after making her own moonshine back at her shack in the swamp. She had to get by some how. Misty snapped back into reality when the bartender handed her her shot glass, smirking at her, expecting her to be timid and easily persuaded. Misty downed her shot and asked for another. Suddenly a tall burly man sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her. “Now whats a ye lass like you doin’ round here? Someone ought to just snatch you up.” Mistys face turned into a scowl. She downed her shot and frowned at the man. “Sorry to be unpleasant, but I’d rather not speak with the likes of you.” The mans grip on her tightened, and Misty became angry. With a flick of her wrist the man fell to the floor. Leaving a few dollars on the bar Misty walked out. All the men stared at her as she left. Man, she wished Cordelia was here. Maybe she could have a nice night for once.
"Who knows," Fiona said with a shrug, leaning against the doorframe. "Haven’t seen you around for a while, thought I’d check and make sure you were still with us."
She gave the swamp witch a quick once-over. “And it appears you are.”
Misty hugged her shoulders and bit her lip nervously. "That green stuff...oh no, is it still comin" out my eyes?" She felt her face, feeling no sticky liquid. She sighed with relief.
"Heh..suppose I am. I musta' passed out. That whole day was a disaster, everyone was cursed or somethin'".
Task Reply : Misty Day
PART 1: Appearance Height: 5'8'' Weight: 140 Age/Birthday: June 29th. 24 years old. Eye color: Blue Hair color: Blonde Natural hair color: Blonde/Brown Hair style: Curly/Wavy Skin tone: Fair Ethnicity: Caucasian Does he/she wear makeup?: Yes.
PART 2: Relationships Best Friend: Violet Burnette Worst Enemy: Alexander Wright Someone they dislike: Madison Montgomery Someone they like: Damien Moore Does he/she know their mother?: Yes, she died in a car crash when she was 16. Does he/she know their father?: Yes, he died in a car crash when she was 16. Siblings?: None. Girlfriend/boyfriend?: Potentially Cordelia Foxx. Love interest? (can be someone who doesn’t like them back): Cordelia Foxx.
PART 3: Favorites Favorite food: Vegetable Soup Favorite color: Gold Cats or dogs?: Dogs Favorite Animal: Dove Favorite song/band: Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks
PART 4: Thoughts Worst fear: Being forced to kill an innocent soul. Personal hell: High school biology class. A secret: She is a closeted lesbian. Something he/she judges someone for: Being rude/inconsiderate of life around them. Something he/she thinks about often: What love must be like.
PART 5: Personal opinions Does he/she consider themselves attractive?: She has never seen herself as extremely beautiful, but she still loves herself regardless. Is he/she happy where they are right now?: She is frightened of the house and the people in it. She is constantly worried she will be killed. Personal goals/aspirations: To learn how to cultivate plants and take care of nature more so than she already does. One insecurity: Constantly thinks everyone hates her. What would he/she change about themselves if they could?: Her self confidence.
PART 6: Finish the sentence (IC) I feel… trapped. I wish… I could spend more time with Cordelia. I can’t… kill an innocent living thing I can… defend myself. I don’t want to… be alone anymore. I think I’m… planting my roots here.
Misty woke up with a headache and pool of dried green stuff around her. She got up and noticed someone at her door. "What time is it? How long have I been out?"
[Zoe blinked a few times before whimpering and sitting down, holding her head before looking up at Misty.] What’s wrong?
[Turns around to face her.] What the hell is goin' on with you?
[Leakage gets more fierce as her emotions get riled up. Leakage from her hands stops and flows only from her eyes.]
Because you’re like a freak of nature or something. Don’t. Touch, Me.
Hey! Don't you ever call me that again!
Why won't this shit stop?! [She turns away from Zoe and starts pacing.]
maxiephelps:
"Are you okay? What’s going on?"
"Somebody's damn jinxed me I swear it. Look!" She shows her hands and the pool of liquid forming in them.
[As the substance singed though the fabric into her skin, creating a red mark that stung bad - she squeaked out] Oh my fucking God, you burned me, you bitch! The fuck is wrong with you?
I'm so sorry! This stuff is everywhere I can't help it. Are you okay?
Wait why isn't it doin' that to me?
"What the hell is goin' on?!"
Liquid starts to form in her hands. "Quick! Someone help!"
