Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

It was a truth that Miranda hadn't grown up with the same social values as other people, from birth she had been told she was better than everyone else and when it proved to be true, at least in the intellect and opportunities wise. That reality was only supported as she grew older, Miranda never found a challenge she couldn't overcome and she always got what she wanted, there had yet to be anything she desired that didn't find its way to her sooner or later. So she developed some characteristics that didn't quite fit in with the norm society laid upon people, she found herself more attracted to someone who confronted her and put up some sort of challenge, whether it be intellectual or otherwise. In fact she had done her fair share of mixing business with pleasure over the years, never during a negotiation or to influence a deal, she was no prostitute, but when all was said and done she could usually manage to seduce whoever she wanted, granted she was attracted and interested. Sometimes it led to bad outcomes but that was just who Miranda was and she had never regretted it once, if she found herself wanting something she would figure out how to get it or simply be as persistent as she had to be. So the way Meghan spoke to her, the pokes and prods at spots that were quite sore, the challenge to her strength, and the general dialogue she was capable of tossing Miranda's way all had her a bit worked up. The challenging nature of it all, even if it was Meghan's job had her biting her lower lip subconsciously, had her eyes locking with the woman's. The other doctors had disagreed with her, gotten irritated and even tossed out a plethora of opinions, but none had challenged her like Meghan seemed to do so easily, the ease another impressive factor as well. However the last chunk of Meghan's attempt to learn what she was about hit home and she found herself turned on but just as combative as she was curious. Meghan was insinuating that there could be something she wasn't ready to face outside of the Centre, that there was something that she of all people found too intimidating to go out and face. Miranda had spent her life facing problems and challenges that would terrify others, send them running, and she was still standing strong, nothing got to her. However that wasn't entirely true as much as she wanted to believe so, deep down there were things she was avoiding, not scared of but not excited about returning to. Part of her hesitation was the solitude. While Miranda could have her choice of women and entertainment she spent most nights alone, either doing paperwork, looking over contracts, or sitting around her house drinking. It had been a habit of hers and while she had never spoke it aloud she knew she had been drunk the day of her outburst. It was too damaging to her pride though, which was actually rather fragile in her current situation, and she simply took a moment to herself as she looked at Meghan. She was curious how Meghan seemed to see through her, guess right on the spot about what was bothering her and what exactly made her tick, the true meaning behind things. Of course if she hadn't and it was all assumptions it was impressive nonetheless and she planned on making sure to put a halt to Meghan's progression, give a few answers without much meaning and steer clear, the serious smirk slowly reappearing on her face. A serious situation? This? At best being locked in such a luxurious place is an irritation, there is no reason for me to act serious. However I will answer your questions and if I do that maybe you could meet me halfway for a bit of fun. She smirked a bit as she tapped her chin with a finger, not really expecting Meghan to meet her anywhere for anything. She began looking Meghan up and down, And you are correct, I would not hire someone on word alone, proof must be obtained, however if I was given mistaken reports about an employee I would want to find out the truth as soon as possible. She was a bit amused by the compliments but there was still the matter of what Meghan was trying to say, that Miranda was hiding away in the institution instead of simply facing something, and she refused to allow Meghan to focus in on that, especially when the answer to so many questions would make her look sad and weak, such as why she never asked for a visitor being because nobody wanted to come see her, that she had no friends or family to speak of. So she was not in the mood to play a little guessing game and she was tired of having the woman use her knowledge time after time to pinpoint the little things that flustered her, and so she did the only thing she could do in such a situation, she went on a counter attack, a favored strategy of hers when things go rough, and one that revealed more than she believed it would. Your assumptions are not unfair, you are free to assume and decide anything you want about me, just like I've been making assumptions since before I even met you. It's a human nature thing you see and thus there is no way not to do so. She paused for a moment, once again she had a bit of an honest streak, she didn't deny the truth behind what Meghan said, something in her stopped her from doing so, like a silent cry for help and for someone to give a damn, a plea that even she didn't notice herself. Yet she had a conscious effort being put in to striking back and that was what was on her mind, another rather devilish grin as she finally decided to see if her thoughts on the head doctor were correct, and she was watching closely for any sign from Meghan. I mean, assumptions can be powerful things, for instance I believe you poverty, that your education was not something as easy as most of the other people in this place, and I believe that makes you less likely to flaunt and more likely to do a good job. I also believe that you are genuinely making your own decisions about me as opposed to using my file as a knowledge base. She paused for a moment and tilted her head, leaning forward to really capture Meghan's attention. But I also believe you didn't get this job due to your qualifications... I believe that Jacquelyn has good taste in women and you are the next in a line of affairs she likes to have. I haven't been her long but I've seen the signs, most aren't as beautiful as you but they all get an office close to hers, they all receive a high profile subject rather quickly, it's been me a few times, and they all have lesbian written all over them, or at least bi. At this point Miranda stood up, walking slowly over to the picture Meghan had glanced at previously, walking around and getting a nice look, then grinning back over at Meghan, deciding to try and anger her, to make her mad and throw her off of her rather skilled abilities to see through Miranda. Hmm, well this picture reveals a lot, you have someone you obviously care about and you seem so kind and loving... The earlier phone conversation and picture had led her to believe that Meghan was a nice girl, someone with people she cared for but she had to push, had to drive her 'assumption' home. And yet if my little guess is correct you let yourself get fucked by the boss, for what? A job? Me for a case study? Or maybe you just like getting fucked... I could help you with that if you're only looking for a bit of pleasure. She licked her lips and sauntered over towards Meghan, It would be so convenient to have someone so close to satisfy me... I'm sure our esteemed head honcho thought the same when picking women to cheat on her husband with. She didn't touch Meghan or get terribly close to her but instead walking a circle around behind her before going back over and plopping down on the couch. Forgive me if I'm making any unfair assumptions Meghan...