Thread: Reflections (6-22-10 Private Scene)

the man cut an odd figure as he wandered the galerie,braids in his hair and asimple dark green button ul shirt rolled up past the elbow with jeans and comfortable shoes. his hands clasped behind his back he stopped taking a seat in front of a painting taking it in with his good right eye, the other a milky yellow sitting still in its socket.

As Miranda is walking towards her office she quietly says to the man, "Monsieur the Galerie is closed for the evening, I was about to lock up." She inclines her head to the door, "My apologies for the inconvenience."

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Mackenzie walked along Old Town in her favorite black cargo pants and a black t-shirt with a flaming dragon's head on it. Ever since, Brazil she found herself making at least one trip through each night out of habit. She glances at the gallerie and for a moment she misses a step and nearly stumbles. The beautiful woman from the other night was standing in the big window in front. She looked so sad. While she debated on whether to go into the building, she sees Kendov walk in.

Mackenzie shrugs. She didn't know if Kendov knew her, but she was curious how she was holding up after her ordeal. Mackenzie walks inside and looks around.

" oh i am sorry, i didnt know. my apologies for the inconveiniance. " kendov stood " i would offer a hand shake but im not so sure thats the right thing to do in this situation. "

moving for the door he noticed the new two and nodded to them both heading to the door " apparently itis closing time you two ... let us not trespass upon this nice womans establishment"

Mackenzie looks at the woman and then to Kendov. She smiles at him and leans up to whisper to him softly in another language. She then nods to him and will step in a bit further into the gallerie.

Miranda stands disinterested and still as the two Gangrel speak to each other; when Kendov departs she inclines her head to Mackenzie and walks into the darkened hallway that leads to her office. At the end is a set of large double doors that she pushes open and motions for the other woman to enter.

The room is dark at first, until Miranda walks to the wall and presses a few buttons to turn on the electric fireplace. The office is then bathed in warm, flickering light and she moves to sit on one of the plush suede couches that are arranged around a glass table in the center of the space.

Pulling her legs beneath her, she speaks, her voice low. "Good evening, Mackenzie. I apologize I wasn't expecting any visitors. Is there aught I might get for you?"

Mackenzie follows her and sits down on one of the couches to face Miranda. She smiles and speaks softly. "Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. It's not easy to come back to a place when you have been changed by your experiences and others have changed in your absence."

She looks down at the floor for a minute and then up at Miranda. "You are a very brave woman."

Miranda chokes back a bitter laugh at the other woman's words, "Mlle. the last thing anyone would ever describe me as, is brave. Events happen and always I am trapped in the middle; little is ever my choice or my doing, I am merely caught in the flow."

She pauses for a moment, her face cold, "The fact that I sit here before you now is more due to your own efforts, than mine. Left to myself I would still be lying in the bottom of that fish tank."