Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Meghan Ollerenshaw, a name that meant nothing to all but very few people and those very few people were very much inconsequential to the shape of the world outside of the less than glamorous egg farming economy of rural New York and Essex Ontario. Well, Im confident youll do great Meg youve worked so hard for this. Came a voice from the phone shed grown to cherish every note of more and more with each passing year into her adulthood. Meghan stopped and looked across the office to the set and speaker Emilys voice came from and smiled softly, it was true, she had worked very hard for this and Emily had never been one to lie to her just for the sake of her feelings after all if she was, shed probably still be in an apartment with no heat in the wrong side of town waiting for Parker, Emilys daughter, to come home where Meghan thought she belonged hell, if not for Emily and Stan chances were Meghan would still be settling for temp work wherever she could get it and just barely paying the bills. Thank you Emily, Im still nervous but well, I think it would probably say the wrong things about me if I wasnt. right? Meghan said with her little downtrodden smile and soft sweet country diction. Meghan was one of those people who walked through life with shit on their face but still smiled, one of those people you could kick around but never quite break, Meghan had-had her fill of things to frown about, had just as much reason as many the more destitute to give up, crawl into a corner and cry till she drown in the tears, she had all the excuses not to try hard to be better and yet shed come this far, shed come from Essex Ontario living in an old country home with an alcoholic womanizing father and a selectively blind emotionally absent mother, a girlfriend who convinced her to run away to the city to be stars then decided shed much prefer a needle in her arm and a short list of less than lovely examples to follow all this and more and still, while her eyes spoke of sadness and lethargy within her lips always found themselves curled into the softest, most graceful of smiles. Well, you wouldnt be you if you werent and Id say youve become a- Emily, not today, youre going to get me all misty before I see her! Meghan whined as she placed herself at the book case behind her desk where a small indiscrete but unassuming camera was sitting dormant. She wasnt trying to hide that she was recording the session for her case but she also knew if a camera was the elephant in the room someone could be inclined to put on a show for it. She knew what the woman intended to say though, Meghan had come a far way in the last six years, shed gone from a lonely little girl run from a broken home with no real aspiration beyond a severe desire to be whole to sitting behind a mahogany desk in a prestigious institution with a university education, a humble but happily furnished apartment and while she would have been buried in student debt otherwise there was a college fund with a daughter whod not use it any time soon that shed been given really, shed been given everything shed never been offered as a daughter in place of a daughter who wanted nothing from the parents she could never accept. It was almost maddening to think about sometimes even still, shed spent so many nights wishing to have parents like Parkers who loved her so dearly compared to her own who were toxic as battery acid and yet Parker hated them, Parker could never accept love could never accept happiness, always took the rough road of self-destruction rather than the warming nurture offered by all those around maybe thats why Meghan had taken this, her own road, so she could stop wishing she could help her first true love and learn how. Emily and Stan had been there to facilitate it. Now even though Emily and Stan paid her way in full she didnt abuse that kindness, she came to their farm and helped as much as she could when school wasnt so terribly demanding and she promised shed repay them as soon as she was able, she took the money they gave her for clothing and mostly found thrift store gems or designer liquidations, a lot of her clothes were the sort that looked designer but became unraveled, lost buttons or colour due to a lack of true quality. They only looked proper, they were the illusion of lavish and fit for a budget she ate ramen and kraft dinner, drank instant coffee and used whatever shampoos or washes were on sale, she scrimped and saved every penny she could, every last red-cent going in a jar that would go back to Emily and Stan with the rest of what she owed them or compensate for an emergency should one arise they already did so much she never wanted to have to ask for more. Such jars used to belong to Parker in the odd days she came home between her disappearing acts, broken and battered and in need of Meghan to play nurse to her junkie, then, when her wounds were licked and her gumption returned shed steal what wasnt nailed down and go back for another shot at the perfect high. Meghan couldnt remember how long exactly it had been since her last eviction due to Parkers life style, couldnt remember the last night shed spent in a shelter or received a meal from a food bank but she did remember having to live that sort of life without ever actually using a drug herself. while it could have bred resent in her the angel she was, it only bred humility and gratitude for where she stood now. In a cardigan and sheer top that didnt much compliment her low C cup breasts or the olive skin above, the cardigan was a soothing grey thick knit, the sheer white, her long legs and proud rump were however complimented by a pair of dark designer in appearance jeans and her feet in a pair of moccasins the appeared more for comfort than anything. On her left wrist she sported a silver charm bracelet with only three charms, one of a chick, one of a maple leaf and one of a heart with a small peridot, while it looked to be like the start of a charm bracelet as if it may be new it was beginning to form a tarnish that only came from many years of wear, much like a small simple sterling chain around her neck with a simple cross, the chain thin enough it looked as though it may have been meant for a child, standing to reason there may have been an extension behind her neck, two small silver pegs with the tiniest of authentic diamonds in her ears, a second set of silver pegs with no finery just above on her lobe and on the left side a ring in her rook and short bar in her anti-tragus. Meghans long chocolate strands flowed perfectly straight from her crown, spilling around her shoulders and down passed her shoulder blades though as she found a chair beside the leather slab of a couch meant for patients she pulled it back and let it flow over and down one side of her shoulder. Miranda Velrose would arrive soon and while Meghan wasnt prepared, at least she didnt think so she knew she at least had to seem that way.