[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Mitzie Bowman]

Sinclaire Party
Simone
Malkavian

The night had gone by rather quickly for Simone.  It was anything but dull.


She arrived dressed to the nines, not that it would matter because she'd
spent the entire evening Obfuscated.  She wandered around from group to
group, not expecting in the least that anyone would be so careless as to say
anything of great importance.  At least, nothing worth taking to Montoya.
Simone took the time to carefully study most everyone with her Auspex.  The
act of reading auras had fascinated Simone from the very beginning and she
savored each insight as if it were her last to experience.   Here and there
she noted oddities, even going so far as to jot down line to herself in the
small notepad she carried about with her.  There were many here who weren't
vampires.  These she studied too, although with much less personal
interest... where she came from, only Kindred truly mattered.  Though
she knew better, it was a habit of thought that was hard to break.  And
here, once again, she felt the passage of time.  Too swiftly it flew by.
She itched to drop the obscuring veil and actually join in before it was all
over.  A party!  She was right there in the midst of it and missing it as
well- oh the irony!  Trying not to feel bitter, she turned her thoughts away
from her own wants and needs to those of the Prince.  Simone had been sent
from France to join Montoya's 'court'.  Her relative newness to the scene-
nay, to this century belied the unique perspective that she could bring to
him... one difficult to garner from those who themselves were too immersed
in the present to avoid it's corruption.  Of all those here at the party, or
in Gotham for that matter, she had no enemy or ally.  No ties, for those
from the far past had been severed while she was... away.  There was a
truth, that she did have an enemy, though no one individual could be named.
It was the Sabbat.  They who had stolen all from her and and now she was
here in a time barely familiar to her.  Clean slate.  New beginning.  That
is what they all said in France as they packed her off to Gotham.  If she
didn't know any better, she'd think they were trying to get rid of her.

As Simone wandered out on to the veranda, for she noted a couple heading
outside, her thoughts turned again to The Others.  She neither met them, nor
even seen them.  But there they were in her peripheral thoughts all this
time.  Trapped in time together, in silent agony.  For over two hundred
years, she was told.  It was difficult for her to imagine, yet she mourned
the loss of that time.  Who knows how she would be today, had it all turned
out so differently.  She sighed.  The man and woman were drunk.  She could
smell the liqueur even from here.  And neither were Kindred anyway.  With a
quiet sigh, she turned to go back inside.


[I'll say Tag, but I don't expect that anyone knows Simone is there...]




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