FIRST THREAD

[intentionsmod]

Who: Everyone
What: A gathering
When: Friday Evening
Where: Uh...someplace that obtains the detailed requirements?
Rating: At least PG-13 I'm sure.

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[miria_beaumont]

It was hardly Miria's thing to be comfortable in such a forced socialised setting. She winced at the sight of her present company. It was all very drab and uninviting. With a short breath of air she inhaled and crossed her legs, placing her hands upon her knees and taking a stale scanning look across the room. She was almost disgusted. Her black turtleneck clung to her figure gracefully as she poised herself tall and almost statue-like. Her golden hair was beautifully curled and hung by her shoulders. Miria had taken good care to present herself as important as she knew she was. Her dark makeup and lightning earrings accented her facial features well

[iceytomb]

Cissy had been sitting quietly for a while, mostly unnoticed, hunched over her notebook and avoiding anyone's eye or starting conversation. Strangely enough her eye was caught by the woman sitting a few seats along, when she spoke, it wasn't English and Cissy unconsciously glanced over at her.

"You're very pretty." Cissy blurted out, feeling her cheeks colour -because they never heated, as she did so. Ducking her head, her blond hair falling over her eyes in an attempt to cover her face, Cissy felt embarrassment spread through her. "Sorry." She whispered, trying to apologise for rudely interrupting what the woman may have been doing.

[miria_beaumont]

Miria merely blinked at first and crossed her arms on her chest. It was quite a surprising comment and even so she made no attempt to seem as such. After a long moment Miria tilted her head towards the girl and stared a while. After clicking her tongue twice she finally stood and swung herself around one seat to the next and sat beside the girl. Miria was in a way intrigued with this woman's strange reaction. Almost at once she leaned over to push back the girls hair from her face. "What makes you hide?" she questioned in a whisper mostly to herself, completely curious. In some ways it was much her same reaction as in France growing up. Many times she would watch other children play in the town near the family villa and question things to herself. Why they did what they did, or what made them want what they did.

[iceytomb]

Cissy felt her body tense from the touch, eyes going a little wider at the quick brush of her hair. No one ever reached out like that -they mostly left her be. "I...I don't mean to." Which wasn't exactly true.

It was easier to seem invisible if you avoided eye contact, and with her hair in front of her face, people were more likely to ignore her. "You ...you should be careful. Touching, I mean." Cissy continued to look at her hands while she spoke, wary of looking at the pretty lady beside her. "Some times it can hurt."

[miria_beaumont]

A small smile crept on Miria's lips. She was almost amazed at the word of caution. To fear something again would be truly a thing lost that would satisfy a part of her missing. "I have not feared being hurt," she began "in a very long time." It was true even before she discovered her hidden power that she had a fearless attitude. In a way she knew she feared nothing. Even now that feeling was stronger and she needed something to fill her emotion.

She wanted to stay longer, push the limit, but she knew better than to invade someones personal boundaries that much... or at least she thought she did. As she leaned back in to her chair again she dragged her fingertips across the girl's shoulder on the way. "Fear makes us know we are human but I don't feel that any more," she added.

[iceytomb]

Cissy contemplated for a moment because of the slight misunderstanding. "No. Sometimes...people get hurt, touching me." She glanced at her shoulder apprehensively.

She was blushing lightly, but was more surprised about the other woman's apparent lack of worry at their contact. "You...you don't fear anything?" Cissy had a lot of fears; people, crowds, heat, elevators, cats, trees. She wished she could be more fearless.

[miria_beaumont]

Pleasing Miria was truly a difficult task but in the moment she was surely satisfied. She smiled wonderously. A woman who clearly knew the feeling of fear just by the sound of her voice, and even with the power to hurt others. "People can get hurt touching me too," Miria mused. She leaned forward once again towards the girl.

[iceytomb]

Cissy found it surprising, but then again, it wasn't as if people couldn't have similar powers. "Oh, but people don't often want to touch me," she said, her voice rather quiet, as if she were in a very private conversation. "I'm sure that people are always around you and you..." She drifted off, finishing her own sentence silently and looking away from the blond woman who seemed unafraid of closeness.

"What...what do you do?" She once more blurted, then blushed intensely. "I'm sorry, that was rude again. I'm sorry."

[miria_beaumont]

It was almost amusing that this girl was so fragile in her confidence. At the same time it was slightly touching in a way. "It's funny," she started, "there aren't that many people I know here at all." Miria's slight accent was much more obvious when she was more relaxed. It wasn't at all that she tried to hide it but that her words were much more pronounced when she was holding proper etiquette.

"It is never rude to speak your mind," she added, "just perhaps the manner in which you speak it." Miria smiled once again before sitting straight. "I'm very strong," she finally answered. At the same time she cracked off a small corner of the table effortlessly and held it out to the girl.

"And my name is Miria."

[iceytomb]

While Cissy didn't believe that it was strictly never rude -she always felt the need to apologise for the way she said things, or the things she said, she was mildly grateful that Miria didn't seem offended.

"I'm sure you'll m-m-make friends soon." Cissy nodded, before taking the piece of table offered to her and trying to concentrate on what she'd done before.

All the other times she'd used her powers it was accidents; being startled, being scared, being tired. She'd never had to think about it really, but this time she did and slowly the cold started to seep from her finger into the wood she held. "I freeze things." She said, meek and soft. "And I'm Cissy."

[miria_beaumont]

Inching closer to the edge of her chair Miria gave an alluring gaze towards Cissy. "I have no intention of making friends," she replied softly, "nor do I have any intention to avoide it. I'm perfectly content with the way my life is." It was true that she was never any good at making friends, between business meetings as she got older and tending to her grandmothers tiresome dictations there were just no chances.

As she paused shortly, Miria reached down to her blue satin purse. After pulling apart the clasp she dug out a pen and pink sticky note pad where she wrote her name and number in the center. "If you think differently, feel free to use this," she stated while handing the paper to Cissy, keeping up her alluring gaze.