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Post by Kat-la on Dec 26, 2007 12:31:03 GMT -5
L.A...Oh, joy. Unfortunately, it was nowhere near, as hot as Miami had been but if she had not left she might have run into Shane again and she probably would have killed him this time. He was so…try to be good, sweet, it made her sick and feel like a freaking diabetic…, and she was not yet able to return to England. First because she had no idea how to deal with the two elementals and whether they would side with her or Arkarian and then there was the matter of her nephew. Of course, it would not be hard convincing him to join her against his father, but it was the obstacle of killing her brother and his wife as they most likely would protest her keeping their son from them for the rest of their lives…and she really did not feel like drawing attention to herself now. So she had moved to L.A. for a while, hoping to keep a low profile, or at least as low as she could get. Elizabeth Malfoy sighed and looked around at the many people littering the streets. At least they all did not dress like smutty whores and stand with their legs far apart…only half of them did that…the other half tried to be so different, that they all looked the same. She was the one who looked different, in a pair of khaki pants, black boots and a black mid drift tee. She probably looked a bit weird, but she was tired of burning holes in the back of her shirts so she simply did not wear anything over her birthmark. Her silvery blonde hair was down today, falling in waves to the middle of her back, with the front straightened to frame her face. Her silver grey eyes again mildly scanned over the crowds of people and she tapped her nails on the table at which she was sitting. She had a glass of raspberry ice tea in the hand that was not tapping on the table as she sat at the small drink stand over looking the boardwalk. Oh, how she wanted to simply kill all these measly mortals and get it over with…but she controlled herself, knowing that eventually their time would come.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 26, 2007 13:09:25 GMT -5
"Double-shot-No-Fat-Mocha-Choco-Gingerbread-Latte coming right up," the teenager smiled as he handed her her latte. She avoided his gaze and just grabbed the damned coffee before she upchucked at the way his eyebrows had waggled when he said 'Latte'. Muggles, especially the Teenage variety, were disgustingly normal and that sickened her. Even though she knew that, before the whole 'Death' thing, she had been a Muggle Teenager as well. But when she thought about it, she hadn't liked other Muggle Teenagers either, so it was all good. Mildred Lass (Now going as Millicent Yen) grabbed her latte with great haste, wanting nothing more than to get away from the horny teenager who was looking at her business suit's cut lines. Yes, Mildred was actually wearing a business suit. She was now working in a casting agency as a minor assistant and they had a strict dress code policy. Since she had to keep incognito, she had had to quit her position as Head Reaper for the Outside Circumstances sector. Well, not as much as quit as gone for a vacation. She would be here long after they all died, anyways. And Millie could wait, however much it hurt to do so. It did hurt her to actually quit reaping for a bit, but she had signed the papers and as of this very second, she was almost as mortal as that stupid teenager. They let her keep the whole 'magic dust' thing, but they took her reaping and most of her wizard-y-ness. No more broom-flying or preforming a lumos. However, she could still preform minor memory spells, and knock someone out if necessary. "'But we want you to be safe' my ass," Mil thought while sipping the latte. "I can do without any frigging powers and it's ten times worse not to have it all. All or none." Millie looked around as she whispered the words. It was hot, not as hot as it was in her old hometown, of course. Nothing was that damned hot. Speaking of hot, Mil recognized a familiar black tattoo through the holes in the chairs. She looked a bit closer and noticed that she actually had a fellow G.R.I.M. member here in LA. Daisy was here, but she was busy and it just wasn't that much fun hanging around her when she was on-the-job. She picked up her coffee and moved to a seat close to Elizabeth's. "Morning neighbor," she said in a tone reminiscent to that of Mr Rogers.
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Post by Kat-la on Dec 26, 2007 13:29:30 GMT -5
“I always hated that man…” Elizabeth muttered as she noticed the Mr. Rogers tone. Elizabeth turned and looked at Millie, “Oh look, if it isn’t the little girl who murdered the minister…aren’t you all supposed to be more careful when doing your jobs?” She asked with a smirk, “And you got caught…shame shame…and now your little boyfriend is driving everyone at the ministry insane and he’s having them look up on anyone who could…assist you.” She added with a small glare. The ministry investigation and their stupid questions had been a big push in Elizabeth coming over to America for a while…add snow to the mix and she could not get away from England fast enough. Now, normally Elizabeth would be watching what she said as muggles tended to listen in on conversations, but there were not many people at the small stand today and everyone on the boardwalk was to absorbed in themselves to notice two woman having a seeming less normal conversation. “So, you broke out of prison and fled to America…following that actress Adair correct? Or is she your baby sitter now because G.R.I.M. is pissed at you?” She asked. She knew that there would be a few possible out comes to her taunting. First, Millie could get pissed, but knowing her through passing Elizabeth doubted that this one would happen. Secondly, Millie could take her comments in stride and reply to them, which sounded a bit more like her. Thirdly, Millie could simply leave, and while Elizabeth wished this would happen she doubted that would be the outcome. Fourthly, Millie could do something very different, which truthfully would not bother Elizabeth all that much. It seemed as if no one could go anywhere without SOMEONE recognizing them, though Elizabeth would rather chat with Millie then Shane…oh if she saw him again it would be too soon. Unless he decided to cut the cutesy sugar act and actually be the Slytherin, he had been in Hogwarts…or at least what she thought him to be. “Don’t be mad either Millie…people always mess up….just no one has gotten caught like this before without cleaning up the loose ends…but you never would have the back bone to kill or reap Mr. Potter would you?” She asked, pretending to be casual, thought she was sure somewhere in there she had hit a nerve, even if Millie did not show emotion. Grim Reaper or not, she had once been mortal…while elementals had been born with their powers and never once experienced humanity.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 26, 2007 14:14:17 GMT -5
"What sort of soulless bitch hates Mr Rogers?" Millie asked, feeling slightly awful at that particular moment. "I mean, seriously. He may have been a possible pedophile. . ." she stopped there. She stopped for a moment, thinking over her next words. " I suppose being careful helps at times," she said before continuing "The Ministry? Really. You should know as well as anyone that the Ministry is in a state of complete turmoil right now, they can hardly catch a jay-walker, nevertheless a murderer." Her eyes shadowed over and she added, "Not my fault James is so damned devoted to that damned job with it's damned moral system. No, I didn't get caught. I got found out. I hardly did anything except push him a bit, he fell in front of a train and. . . Well, you've read the papers," she didn't cry over the Minister. She never really cried over her reaps because there was no need to. Sure, she regretted doing the minister in. But not enough to not do it again if necessary. "I never went to prison. Not really. I got out of there real bloody fast and was there just long enough for those damned Muggles to get a snapshot. Bloody camera phones," She finally registered the last sentence and it burned. She would've blushed if the botox hadn't frozen her face up. Yes, she had taken botox. Why? Because Elizabeth was right: G.R.I.M refused to preform surge on a 'criminal'. She had come to LA and gone to Daisy's Agent's Plastic Surgeon to get botox in the face ("to get rid of those darned frown lines that plague your beautiful face") gotten slight boob implants ("Because they are all the rage in LA" Daisy had said) and even dyed her hair to include darker blond highlights. "I'd do anything if it said it on the post-it," she lied, acting like the Silver Sashed G.R.I.M devotee that she supposedly was. This was the persona she put on and the one that inspired rumors in the G.R.I.M HQ that Millie had 'No life' (No shit)
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Post by Kat-la on Dec 26, 2007 16:19:56 GMT -5
Elizabeth laughed, she actually laughed aloud, “Oh please, give me a bloody break. Everyone can tell that you are as infatuated with that bloody Potter as he is with you. To bad, he is becoming Minister and first thing on his list will be to put you in Azkaban and on death row; it will drive poor ickle Potter insane. Oh, I wonder how much they would give if I told them who was hiding you. Daisy’s frequent trips in and out of the country are looked down upon anyways.” She said with a smirk, “As for the stupid muggle show, uh anyone with a brain hates that give me a hug bozo. As for the Ministry BEING in turmoil, you must not have heard how your little lover boy has been taking charge and getting things back in order. He has already told his second in command Miss Silver that she will now be head of the department. (Or he will at least once Danny starts the Auror board…*nods*) I guess your informants over in England are falling down on the job because you are really far behind the times over there. As for your picture being taken, botox, a cheap boob job and hair dyes are not going to stop you from being recognized.” Elizabeth said with a smirk before she took a sip of her drink. It was fun to watch the Ministry try and piece itself together, with James Potter at the wheel. It was also fun to watch G.R.I.M. turn on one of their head reapers and Diane seem to throw her to the curb after she was seen. And Elizabeth had yet to even start her little bugs to drive people insane, it seemed as if they were doing it all by themselves. At least when she messed up, she cleaned up after herself and left no witnesses and no one to miss said witnesses.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 26, 2007 16:58:09 GMT -5
"You shut your mouth!" It was one thing to threaten Mildred. But to threaten Daisy simply pissed her off. "Daisy hasn't been hiding me, if you must know. " That, for once, was true. Daisy hadn't been hiding her, just helping a bit. But she realised, with a minor bit of pain, that she wasn't just telling Elizabeth to shut up because of the Daisy thing, she was saying it for James as well. "And you should know as well as anyone that I'd have to kill him, if Fate decides. It's my job." Hopefully Elizabeth did not know about her recent un-powering. "Damn fucking Robb," Mil whispered, thinking about how Robb was her main informant. Robb was probably loving how hopeless her situation was. But Millie considered the fact that he was mourning her as well. Nah, not probable. "Friggin little bitch, taking all his time picking his dusty buttcrack." She looked up again and tried to make herself look hard. An easy thing to do considering it was her permanant look nowadays. "In case you've grown mentally retarded, Elizabeth Malfoy, Death Row is not an option. Period." This thought made Millie shudder mainly due to the fact that it would mean an eternity's time in Azkaban, that or an extremely painful period of them discovering that she was not, exactly, mortal. "And these boobs were not cheap, thank you very much," she added with a final sigh. Elizabeth sounded like she enjoyed the death of faith and that scared the crap out of her.
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Post by Kat-la on Dec 26, 2007 18:38:17 GMT -5
“Ohh, I hit a nerve now did I?” Elizabeth asked with a smirk before she took a sip of her drink. “Is your little mortal boy toy a touchy subject? Moreover, do not try to pretend to be all-powerful Millie. You should know by now that there are no secrets in G.R.I.M. and that everyone knows you have no powers aside from your little dusting ability. Diane sent you to the curb and Daisy may not be hiding you but she is assisting you….the girl who killed the minister. Tsk tsk tsk.” Elizabeth said shaking her head, a jeering smirk on her face, “And I haven’t…but I have a feeling that for killing the minister death row would become an option…and when they figured out you couldn’t die…well…how would they react? Elementals they have come to except but Grim Reapers? Well, we both know who would be single on Friday nights now…I mean…you do not really think ickle James Potter would except you for what you really are do you? He thinks you are a normal witch, and is trying to convince everybody you would never do this…think of how bad he looks now that you ran away?” Elizabeth taunted her face now calm and cool though her eyes were dancing with mirth, this was just way to much fun. “You seem to make it your job to hurt people don’t you? I mean, James is distraught, you are putting all of G.R.I.M. at risk and Fate, Destiny and even Diane have put themselves in harms way because of your mess up…you really do know how to screw things up don’t you?” Elizabeth asked raising an eyebrow before taking another sip of her drink waiting for Mil’s reaction.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 26, 2007 18:58:50 GMT -5
"I didn't kill him, you Spoiled rotten Little Bitch!" Millie had hoped Elizabeth had cast a silencing spell. "I did my job and I'm sick of people saying otherwise. I. Did. My. Job. I did something no other reaper had the balls to. I reaped the most powerful wizard in London. Yes. I did it. Let James bloody arrest me for all I care! I'll tell them all about G.R.I.M. Let the bastards at G.R.I.M be known! " A fierce determination filled her as she threw her empty cup of Double-shot-No-Fat-Mocha-Choco-Gingerbread-Latte into the garbage can. "I did what none of them could and i did it the very best way I could. Apparently it wasn't good enough. But I'd love to see anyone else do any better. I'm the Head of my God damned sector for a damned reason." "Let James know about me. He didn't like me that much anyways. How could he? We've only met twice before." That hurt to say, very much so. But it was convincing, and that's what mattered.
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Post by Kat-la on Dec 26, 2007 19:14:53 GMT -5
“Ooohhh, I hit a nerve.” Elizabeth said with a smirk as she silently did cast a silencing spell around them. “And while you may have ‘done your job’ you did it wrong. You were not suppose to push him you idiot. You find someone else to do that, and would you really do that? Would you REALLY put G.R.I.M. on the map? I highly doubt that. You do care about a few people involved in that or do you really want Fiona and her brother to be cast out again? As for head of your sector, Hun, everyone knows that title was stripped from you, at least for now. Moreover, whom are you trying to convince? You or me?” Elizabeth asked referring to James. Oh, this was probably the most fun she had in a long time. Pissing of a temperamental Grim Reaper was great fun; she would have to make a note of this. “You are trying to convince yourself you did what’s best but everyone knows you fucked up. As for you did what none of them had the balls to do? I had the impression that half the reapers where females, though is would be easier if they were all males. They would not be controlled by their emotions as you so easily are. As for your infatuation with the mortal James Potter, you and I both know that he cares for you and you for him. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be working as hard as he is, and you wouldn’t be as worried about him as you are….now…why don’t you just admit it and you can get on with excepting yourself. YOU. FUCKED. UP. AND. YOU. LOVE. A. MORTAL. WHO. IS. THE. NEW. MINISTER.” Elizabeth said slowly, a smirk on her face as she again waited for Mil’s reaction. She leaned back in her chair slightly, taking a deep breath of the fresh air and looked around. Even with the silencing charm, no one was looking their way, even though it looked like they were having a loud discussion. Stupid and ignorant muggles.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 26, 2007 19:28:53 GMT -5
She stopped, a demented look in her eyes. "You think I care for those two? I've never even met them. Besides, rumor has it that they are all yours. And you think Mr Rogers is a pedophile? You try to convince a bunch of kids to 'go to the dark side'," Mil was defensive and it wasn't a good idea to bring up kids. contrary to popular belief, Mildred hated most children. This came form having to take care of 7-year old Fate when she was a real life teenager. "That title is still my own. I still own the sash and they haven't appointed my replacement yet. I know this," she spat out the last bit, "because I talked with Robb, Diane, and Fatum two days ago." "Why should I care for those bastards when they throw me out like this? I've been restricted from using G.R.I.M Hide-Aways. I've been cut from the damned pay roll and I'm stuck wondering what's happening to James while you sit there and taunt me like the heartless bitch you are." She sat down and bured her face in her hands. If she was any weaker in the Self-Control department, she'd be crying right now. "I'm going to be a textbook case now, you know? I'll be that example all the Reapers tell their trainees. Even if this al blows over, I'll never be as highly respected as before," she whispered into her hands. "Ever. Hell, I wasn't that largly respected to begin with. They hated me because I had been a reaper for five years yet was head of the biggest division of Reaping. And, to top it off, I was thought of as a 'Little Rube'." She wasn't talking to Elizabeth anymore, just mourning herself. It was rather sad, actually. More like pathetic.
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Post by Kat-la on Dec 27, 2007 0:50:45 GMT -5
Elizabeth smirked and snapped her fingers, “Hear that…that is how easily you break. Really now, I thought it would be harder, but your emotions when concerning that mortal Potter break your barriers easier then anything. Add your family into that and you crack like thin ice.” She said her voice laced with disappointment, her fun was over…at least for now. “As for convincing kids to go to the ‘dark side’ as you so refer to it, I have done no such thing. I have not even met the two elementals that Daisy and Arkarian seem to care so much about. As for my nephew, he is simply following in his great grandfathers footsteps, which is a good thing; because his father and grandfather are pathetic and can not even protect their own arse.” She said with a smirk. Mil was trying to get back at her and it would not work, how could it work on a heartless bitch? Well, in actuality, she was not heartless, but there were very few who could get inside and one had died many years ago. “Before you call me a heartless bitch, you might want to look in the mirror. YOU are the idiot who was caught in the act. YOU are the one willing to put hundreds of people at risk because they covered YOUR arse. Moreover, YOU are the one who decided to run, leaving the people who might actually care for you, to go insane with worry. I am not a heartless bitch because no one cares for me and no one cares what I do as long as I clean up my mess…you on the other hand, are the heartless one. To be heartless means you had to have one to begin with.” She said calmly as she finished her drink and placed the glass down looking away from Mil for a minute to look around and see if they had yet to attract any attention. Of course, they had not, though a fight down the boardwalk got a few people interested, especially when the one man fell off the side of the walk and the other man jumped after him. “And now that you have broken, you are wallowing in self pity because poor little Mildred did something wrong, and no one cares for poor little Mildred anymore. Well, if this is how you are going to act, I can see why everyone abandoned you…you do not really offer anything-special do you. Well, aside to that mortal Potter who for some reason is infatuated with you…too bad you broke his heart, no?” She asked with a taunting sneer.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Dec 27, 2007 1:13:54 GMT -5
Millie looked up with a sharp crack. Her neck muscles, still dead but alive somehow, snapped and crackled in a sickly way. She got another demented look on her face as she smiled, "You don't understand, do you? You don't have to bring my own family into this. Mom, Dad, they meant shit to me. They still don't mean a thing even though I haven't seen them in ten years, I'm sure they are both dead. James isn't my family. G.R.I.M isn't either. Fate and Destiny? Sure. But only because they are my Mom's sister's children. They are older than I'll ever be, so it's not that hard for me when you mention putting them in danger. They can save their asses faster than you could snap your fingers," she snapped her own for effect (resulting in another crackling) "G.R.I.M's saved themselves before. They made a set of rules specifically for things like this." She stood and more crackling took place for some unknown reason. "That is why I'm 'hiding' in America. Not because I'm a heartless bitch who has people worried for her at home. I'm here to confirm what I am. A law-abiding member of the G.R.I.M. Reaper association of the World. Not some silly girl who cares more for her own emotions than protocol. Even though I'd adore to write James a note, do anything to tell him I'm okay. . . " She paused, "I know I can't because that's the rules. That's what I go by, even when I've 'fucked up'. If you want to be a little Malfoy rat and tell James where I am, feel free." She felt stupid for projecting a 'Na-na-na-na-na, You can't catch me' vibe because she had seen murderers before: They had the same attitude. None of them thought they would be caught. Millie knew she could not. It was not an option unless she absolutely had to. Unless James wasn't involved, she'd keep running anyways. bloody hell the rules. Secretly, she longed for James to be the one to turn her in. As if he were a vampire who was to turn her over to a world filled with blood, lust, and eternal rain/clouds. But it was a romantic idea and one that could not be possible. Wouldn't be possible. She took a deep breath and looked back to Elizabeth, "So? What do you have to say now?"
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Post by Kat-la on Dec 27, 2007 1:25:59 GMT -5
“I say your acting skills need improvement Mildred and that you should take lessons from the girl you call your friend; she might teach you a thing or two. Words and fake attitude are one thing, but your actions only moments before speak wonders. Moreover, you know that had you been following protocol you would not have been caught in the first place. So, what I wonder is if your little speech was to try to convince me, or yourself? Because I am going with the later, as you did not convince me, nor could you convince anyone else. I also say goodbye, and while I would love to infiltrate the ministry and give them your exact location, I will not. It is so much more fun to watch the becoming minister squirm with everything that is on his shoulders.” Elizabeth said reaching into her pocket and drawing out some money with a smirk on her face as she laid a tip down on her table for the waiter who had served her drink. “Good-bye Mildred, I do hope you enjoy L.A…..you won’t be returning to England for awhile…have fun! Oh, and I’ll be sure to send an invite to your little lovers funeral after I kill him…bye!” she said with an overly cute smile as she waved and then disapperated away.
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