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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela, heavy makeup and clad entirely in baggy black clothing, is huddled in the corner of a booth.

Her mom and dad just left the bar. Grampa left a week ago.

She feels very dreadfully alone.

And very scared.

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[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A familiar figure sits nearby.

Still dressed in her houserobe and slippers. Damned bar. Mesaana calmly sipped her tea, after their last discussion, she decided to postpone Angela's death. She was too easy to manipulate to do otherwise, just yet.

A small, slightly concerned smile at Angela.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela gives her a slight smile back. She's remembering their conversation of the night before and is nervous.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Rising, Mesaana walks over to sit calmly across from Angela. She glanced down into the dark depths of her tea cup.

"Your mother and father have left, have they not?"

A pause.

"Would you care for some tea? You look as if you could use a cup."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. They just left. And tea would be nice, thank you."

Angela sighs. She doesn't want to think about what Lady Selae told her last night.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana calmly orders Angela a cup of tea. A strong brew with an odd, full flavor sweetened with honey. She commented off-handedly in her crystalline voice.

"That cup is brewed in the V'Saine style, you may find it different than what you usually drink."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela sips. "It's really nice," she says. "Thank you."

Her eyes are a little bloodshot from crying and she might be paler than usual.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana studied her worriedly. A note of concern in your voice.

"You look... ill at ease."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela hesitates.

But she feels that since Lady Selae can do...what Mom could do, then maybe she might understand...

"I haven't always been the best daughter. I don't do well in school and I am sometimes...disobedient. Do you...do you think..."

She trails off, blinking back tears.

She feels as if she's betraying her mother.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A long sigh as she glanced around for a moment as if unsure what exactly to say.

"...I think that your mother will certainly love you, even if she is displeased on occasion."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He's not her grandpa or her father. He's just a random writer. But he has hot chocolate. Two glasses, in fact. One's for Angela.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela smiles slightly. "Hi, Jack."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He slides into the opposite seat. "You look like you need that." He flicks his hand slightly, urging her to drink.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Probably." She sips her drink. "Thank you, it's really good."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He grins, a small grin. "You're welcome." A pause as he picks up his own mug and sups.

"You look upset about something. Want to talk?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela shrugs. "Grampa left the bar last week. And now mom and dad are gone. I guess I'm just feeling kinda alone right now."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He nods. Separation from family was a feeling he knew just barely, and still, as a minor experience, he knew how dreadful it was.

"I can understand that. Do you...do you have any friends--adult friends--who can keep an eye on you while you're gone? I don't mean to babysit, but, if you start to feel too lonely, they'll be there."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"There's Elaine and Ryan Chappelle. They said to go to them if I had problems or anything."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

There's a small girl watching her critically from the bar.

After a moment: "Why are your eyes all black?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela blinks and smiles slightly. "Because I put makeup on."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary gives her a dubious look.

"Why do you want your eyes to look all black?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela thinks.

"It's a disguise."

And this is the truth.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

". . . it is not much of a disguise," Mary says, frankly. "People can still see your nose, and your mouth - you would be better off with a mask if you really wanted one."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Well, that sort of disguise is pretty obvious. This is one I can wear every day. People think it's normal."


[OOC: sorry I had to run last night!]

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary just looks at her, and patiently points out, "I did not think ot was normal.

Besides, anyone can tell who you are still - so I do not see how it would work."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Hmm...it's sort of hard to explain. People think this is me, and make assumptions. They don't know me, not really."

It's the first time she's really thought of it, actually.