Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Miranda Velrose, a name that had once held power and prestige had been brushed under the rug and hidden from the world. Miranda was a young woman, twenty-six, but she was well beyond her years mentally. She had been born into a family of low level French aristocrats, her family having old money and her useless parents living off the effort of past generations. It was pathetic really, embarrassing to Miranda even at a young age, but it allowed her to thrive. Miranda was by all account a genius, unrivaled by most minds and thus grew up believing that she was better than everyone around her, and for the most part that held true. She attended private schools and began college at sixteen after skipping several years of school, though she had a chance to go earlier she found college and the susceptible people too entertaining to skip. She went to a prestigious school in England where she attained a degree in business with a minor in criminal justice. Miranda was simply one of those people who had it easy, she could speak several languages and before the age of twenty-three she had started her own company. For Miranda it was easy and she let everyone know it, her arrogance and success bringing with it many enemies. However there seemed to be nothing she could not overcome, especially after the death of her parents when the entirety of the Velrose wealth transferred over to her already growing monetary assets. That was the beginning of a change however, the beginning of people noticing that there had always been something off with Miranda. When her parents died she seemed to feel nothing despite no longer having the people who raised her in her life. Those tendencies could be seen when one looked, from ruthlessness to her everyday decisions and while nobody dared speak it those who knew her began to understand how little emotion she felt. She was not a sociopath, not psychotic or merely numb to everything around her, but Miranda cared so little for people other than herself that she found what happened to them to be of little consequence. Nobody knew that however, they didnt know that she could be sad or depressed and her happiness often came at the misfortune of others where she triumphed. She didnt let others see her entwined in pleasure, nor did she let them see her angry, it was always calm and collected where her superiority complex told her she should be. Yet stress did compile and as she continued to overwork herself to remain at the top she slowly began to crack, little by little, and there was nobody close enough to her to notice. So it continued, she struggle to keep up with her own demands, moving her company forward and crushing competitors, even surviving an attempt on her life, she had done everything she could to keep ahead, but it only made her fall from grace that much worse. Miranda finally cracked when a large business deal fell through, one of her employees made yet another mistake in a string of fuck ups that cost Miranda millions. Before she knew what was going on she was being dragged off the man, his blood on her clothing and his face a mess and while she still had no memory of the event she had been told what happened over and over during the trial. She had suffered a mental break, her mind unable to keep up and take the stress and she had nearly killed a man for it. Yet it had not been on purpose and the ruling had stated the same, passing the verdict and institutionalizing her until the Kingsley Psychiatric Centre deemed her fit to resume normal life, where she wasnt a danger to herself or others. It had been one of the most difficult things in Mirandas life, and yet as hard as it was, and as scary as it should have been, she didnt care. When Miranda snapped her deep seeded lack emotion had retreated ever further, she still have emotions, she still lusted and got angry, felt happy or sad, but it rarely came forward to the surface. Instead a smirk and a smart ass comment often took place of other more genuine feelings. It wasnt all bad however, the massive amount of monetary wealth allowed Miranda to live in style, the Kingsley Centre was like a resort for the insanely wealthy of the wealthy insane. The Centre had rooms fit for royalty and freedoms and facilities unheard of in any other institution, but then again that was all part of the plan, the plan to lull the residents into a false sense of trust and security and one Miranda wasnt going to be falling for. In fact her time at the Centre proved just that, how little she gave a damn about the people of their trust. She had already effectively pissed off the woman in charge which got her booted from psychiatrist to psychiatrist as they each tried and failed to even put up with her. It was difficult though, Miranda seemed to have a knack for getting in to peoples head, turning conversation back around on them, blackmailing them, being more intelligent to say the least. For her it was easy and nobody had yet to last more than two sessions as her doctor, they all gave up without even really trying. The most disappointing part of it was that none of them had done anything but support her mindset, that she was the smartest person in the institution, doctors and staff included, and that she must not have any problems if they couldnt do their jobs well enough to figure it out. Before long the beautiful Miranda had made a game out of it, fucking with each new psychiatrist as they came along, exploiting them for fun and if they had even paid attention they would notice just how entertaining she found it, that she did in fact show quite genuine emotion. Yet that was no what happened, she simply intimidated them away, using everything in her arsenal to drive each one off and then prepare for the next in line. In fact that was what she was doing at that moment, laying back on her Queen sized bed in the rather large room she occupied and thinking about how she had rid herself of the last fool and wondering who the next piece of meat they would throw at her would be. Miranda looked stunning as always of course, her sense of style changing to suit her environment, for the board room and function she would dress classy but being locked up, even if the place was luxurious in its own right, had her wearing more functional clothing. She was currently wearing nothing but a large white t-shirt and some lace black underwear, awaiting the nurses arrival with a smirk, loving to tease the woman who always came to take her to a new appointment, giving her a little show, despite the woman being quite straight, and making her wait every single time. Mirandas beauty was a natural sort, fair skin and wavy black hair that well past her shoulders, a pair of beautiful sharp blue eyes, and a smile that could be both breath taking and devious. She stood a rather tall 58 and was blessed with long legs and an incredible ass with two perky breasts above, the perfect handful and fit for her feminine frame. It was easy to see why people were captivated by her, the charm of intellect and beauty mixed a hard cocktail to ignore, and one she planned on using to destroy yet another mind that attempted to understand her. It really was amusing in many ways, one that people believed the Kingsley Centre was anything but a day spa with mandatory sentences, or that no matter how many people they threw her way she sent them all running for the hills.