i'm not supposed to speak to strangers {mich}

[KYLIE JACOBS]

Kylie liked her sleep. She downright loved her sleep. Most of her weekends were lost to dreams or nightmares for she rarely woke up until after two in the afternoon. School killed her with its early hours and long days. She’d been doing alright with staying awake in class but she could only handle so many equations and book reports. If only she could take online school. Then she could do it whenever she well pleased. Not the point, though. Kylie liked her sleep so, naturally, she hated when it was interrupted. Worst of all was when said sleep was interrupted on a Saturday or Sunday.

Light flooded the room and Kylie turned over, yanking the blanket over her head. She knew she shouldn’t have stayed the night at her grandparents’ house on Friday. If she had just stayed at the school, she could have slept in. “Grandmama,” she moaned as the covers were tugged away. “Up! We need to take to you, Kylie. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes.” Kylie hated the tone her grandmother was using. With an angry huff, she pushed herself out of bed. Her grandmother left, closing the door behind her, and Kylie immediately leapt up to pull the blinds shut. That was not going to help her.

Fifteen minutes later, she was in the dining room, having a bowl of oatmeal. It was nearing ten in the morning. Way too early for a Saturday. “Your grandfather and I have decided that you need to get a job.” The news was given to her so suddenly and calmly that Kylie choked on her mouthful of food. After a moment, she’d swallowed it down and caught her breath. “A job?!” She repeated, giving them both incredulous looks. “Why?” They glanced at each other, as if expecting her reaction. “We can’t always hand you things on a silver platter, dear. You need to get out there and learn to take care of yourself.”

An hour later and she was out on the busy New York City streets, dressed all prim and proper. She hated having to look so nice and professional when all she wanted was to wear a nice summer dress. She held quite a few papers in her hands, held tightly against her chest. Kylie had been to ten shops and restaurants so far, asking for applications. Some were on paper and some online and some places weren’t even hiring. Kylie thought she was doing quite well right now, even if she really didn’t want to do this. It was probably that she was listening to her up-beat, poppy play list right now; the music player was tucked in her pocket and the volume was turned up almost all the way.

Kylie sometimes hated New York for its crowded streets and insane amount of people in business suits. People could really be very rude, running into each other without apologizing, racing to get to their next meeting on time. It was frustrating. For example, she had just been run into/run into somebody. It was more jostling than usual and a few papers slipped from her grasp. Kylie reached after them while simultaneously taking her headphones from her ears and apologizing to the person. “I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, looking up at the woman once she’d retrieved her applications. O-oh… she was kind of scary… probably best to just… go.

notes; sorry it's so long and ramble-y o-o;
outfit; here

[MICHAELA GRAVES]

Mich loathed seeing her lawyer. He was a lecherous and dishonest man, and dealings with him were always shady. Still, it was a necessary evil, as she owned a business in New York City. Happy to get out of there with minimal eyefucking, Mich hurried out of the building when suddenly, a bright pink aura (with a girl attached) hit her square in the stomach. She stumbled backwards on her spike heels, and almost threw out a venomous retort when everything clicked into place. Her dark eyes widened as she looked at the little blonde, collecting her papers before they had a chance to blow down the sidewalk.

Aurora.

Aurora!

Michaela couldn't help the grin of sheer malice spread across her face as she knelt down to help. She scanned the papers in her hands before giving them back to the girl, amazed at her luck. "No, I'm sorry dear."[/b] She said, the motherly tone in her voice sounding off putting and wrong, "It was my fault, I wasn't looking. My name is Michaela,"[/b] She offered a sweet smile, and tried not to sound too eager as she said, "Hunting for jobs?"[/b]

She smoothed the front of her black turtleneck dress, and tightened her black blazer around herself. How perfect was it that she had happened to be right here, right now, offering Princess Aurora help in her time of need? Michaela had never been exactly looking for revenge on her own story, but when the fates hand delivered it to her, who was she to deny them? The obvious plan was to get Aurora alone, and the obvious place was the Alleyway. But how? The light clicked, and the plan set itself in motion. Now it was time to throw it in action. She thought out her next words carefully, putting to use all those years spent honing her acting skills. Her next words were jovial, and heartfelt. "I hate to be the cynic, but nobody around here is hiring."[/b] The corners of her mouth turned down, and a little furrow dug itself between her brows, the very picture of sympathy.

"However. I happen to be the proprietor of a bar. It's down by the docks, and it's been recently acquired. It's in a bit of a state of disrepair, and I've been looking for someone to do some odds and ends. Maybe some paint here and there, hanging posters and artwork and the like. Really class up the place."[/b] She realized she was rushing the conversation, but that could be attributed to a desperate woman looking for help any way she could find it. "If you were looking for a job, I could pay you $50 an hour just for helping me add a feminine touch to the bar. And after the grand reopening, perhaps a job on the wait staff?"[/b] Her smile was friendly, with an added touch of self consciousness that felt very alien to Mich, but seemed to work with the conversation. Still, the girl before her would hardly believe the too-good-to-be-true offer.

It was time to seal the deal. "I'm sorry, I totally just unloaded all of my problems on you. I'm just really desperate. The last three people I had flaked on me, and my lawyer just told me if I didn't open the bar soon, I wouldn't be able to keep the place."[/b] Her face contorted into an expression of worry and sadness. "I'm really sorry for bothering you, doll. Good luck on the job search."[/b] And with that, she turned on her expensive heel, and started to walk away, a gleeful smile on her lips. 'Three...two...one.'

[KYLIE JACOBS]

You're not supposed to speak to strangers! Even if it is to apologize for running into them. They never apologize; why do you have to?

The voice nagging her was in the very back of her mind and annoyingly high-pitched; not a voice she'd heard before. Kylie would have expected it to sound like her grandparents if anything, but no, this voice was not familiar. In fact, it really was downright annoying. Which was why Kylie ignored it. Besides, she wasn't so rude as to flat out ignore the person she'd run into, no matter how... well, she was being judgemental to call the woman scary, even if those heels looked so impossible to walk in that it frightened her a little. However, the moment the woman spoke, Kylie relaxed a bit. She sounded much too friendly to be dangerous. And Michaela was a very pretty name, so much so that Kylie couldn't help but to add the compliment as she introduced herself. "If you're sure... I'm Kylie. I like your name." That wasn't a strange thing to say, was it? "Thank you for helping with the papers," she added quickly, making sure they were all in order and safely in her hands before focusing on Michaela. She nodded, feeling almost proud even though she'd so been dreading it before.

Wait, not hiring? Kylie's shoulders slumped and she gave the papers a disappointed look. She supposed they would just put the applications away until they were hiring. "That's unfortunate," she murmured, having half a mind to toss the applications in the nearest trash can. However, it wasn't like her to be terribly upset and so she straightened up, resolving that she'd fill them out anyway. Any remaining negative feelings quickly evaporated though and she gave Michaela a bright grin. "Oh, really?" She was so lucky! She could paint and hang posters and be artistic! No problem, that was easy. Her mouth dropped a little. "$50 an hour?" Kylie laughed, "it seems almost too good to be true." ... It actually really did and... she'd just met the woman. To take a job offer that sounded as great as this one without at least looking into it... Kylie nibbled on her lower lip, thinking about it. Kylie looked up at the woman, her heart sinking a bit. The last three had flaked and she was in danger of losing the place? That wasn't fair at all. She turned to leave and the voice decided again to pipe up.

It is too good an offer! You don't know her. Don't even think about going after her!

It was the bossy tone that made Kylie stepped after Michaela with an outstretched hand. "Wait!" She exclaimed, hesitating for a second before continuing. "I'd love to help! I mean.. if you don't mind. I'll even work for less! I don't really need fifty an hour and I would never flake like the last three did." Kylie gave Michaela a hopeful smile, clutching onto her applications a bit harder than she had before, as if she needed this job (which she did, sort of).