Thusday, October 28th, 1999 - 10:37 pm - Fia's House - Dana Gorgeous - Brujah
HEALTH(5/7) BP(12/13) WP(5/5) HUM(5/5) SC(2/2)
Dana pulled her hair back, up off her neck into the thought of a ponytail, squeezed tight with fingers while she cracked the vertebrae back into place. Samuel was, at the core of him, a suit, she was coming to realize. Which should have been obvious, him being Clan Ventrue, but she'd been disarmed by a face that looked like so many she'd known before. Though really, he was like a great many men she'd known before. When she was doing what he thought was correct he was complimentary, when she directed her brute force version of charm at him she was chastised. Backed into a corner where to react was to prove him right.
She felt twelve years old surrounded by kilted girls in braids who told her she was a freak.
When she'd been in that situation she'd jumped on the ring leader and wailed her head into the ground.
Dana had changed a lot since then, hell, she'd changed a lot in the last few months. She was evolved, a vision of team work, she could let this go. She could take unnecessary breaths and she could count to ten. This was the final count down to Toronto, what she came to do. She held her hair up off the heat of her neck with a vice grip.
Nearby Jax went off to kick a tree, feeling the same grate of the world as she was. Which was when something clicked. Why was the 'evolved' thing to do to swallow the bullshit? Why was it a sin to clear the air? Why was it that people like her and Jax were always on the wrong side of it no matter what they did?
Fuck it.
Dana dropped her hair down and marched to the fire, to where Samuel and Mike and Fia had sat down. She put herself between Samuel and the fire.
"Hi, I'm the suggestion box you dropped a tidbit in and fucked off on," Dana said, her hands pushed into her pockets, her jaw a steely line. She had the stance of a fight, because she was mad, because that's just how she stood, she stared at him a moment.
Dana knew she grated people who were used to authority, who favoured control and harmony the wrong way. She knew that in some circles nothing that came out of her mouth could ever possess any respect because she couldn't go two sentences without saying 'fuck'. Dana knew that her primary method of making sure people didn't mess with her was messing with them first.
But Dana also wanted this thing to work. And she couldn't go into Toronto with him if she was thinking he was looking down his nose at her.
"Can we talk about that?" she asked, gesturing to the trees a little ways away, trying to inject something less abrasive into her tone. Whether it worked or it looked like she was experiencing some sort of internal pain was in the eye of the beholder.