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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 1, 2012, 3:01 pm
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"it sounds like it could be very confusing to you. I think I
understand the callidoscope visions you see as far as how you
are experiancing it. What can you peice together so far?"
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 1, 2012, 3:39 pm
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"well above being involved in every major catastrophe since the
dawn of time... small things pop out. one life i was unseely,
another a wife and mother. its all different every time."
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 1, 2012, 3:44 pm
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"So where does Kay start, how much of you is from this life?
Dont worry I fell in love with the whole package" he reminds
with a smile.
"And do you remember anything about a curse from your hodge
podge of memories?"
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 1, 2012, 3:48 pm
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she smiles
"i remember everything about me. i remember when i had my
chrysalis and my first time to meet you. all of it. the rest is
like a lot of bad dreams that feel real."
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 1, 2012, 3:52 pm
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"Well at least dreams cant hurt you.""So, out of morbid
curiosity, you can blame my stay in the unseelie court, do you
know how I will end? like is there a pattern your aware of?"
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 1, 2012, 3:57 pm
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"unfortunately no. i have no idea. they all die in different
ways."
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 1, 2012, 4:03 pm
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"Each one is new and exciting? good at least when I go, you wont
gain any banality from it."
the overly optimistic truths that come out of simon echo the
dire seriousness of the situation.
standing up "Well, what would you like to do with the rest of
your day off from school?"
simon pauses to think for a second, "I may not be joining you
tomrorw for class, I already have my GED, but I think I have a
better idea of what we can do. How about before school I walk
you there, Ill run an errand or two, and then after school we
can hang out again?"
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 1, 2012, 4:07 pm
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"i would really like that. well we could spend the rest of the
day wondering around the garden district there are a couple of
great little restaurants that i found and you can hear music
playing from the streets. what do you think?"
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: patchworkmind Date: July 1, 2012, 8:08 pm
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Simon holds out his arm in a gentelmen fashion "I would love
too"
after making their way back to the garden district, they stumble
upon a bookstore with a "Grand opening!" sign in front of it,
its a small shop, only 15 feet wide, but it seems to extend far
back. The dirty windows seem like they have not been cleaned
since the small shop opened. "There is a friend I want you to
meet in here. Your not the only one with conections to the
walking dead" he whispers in her ear as an elderly couple passes
by.
The shop is a two story building, and the emerald shutters are
closed on the second floor giving it a homey, rustic feel
against the off white peeling paint.
bells sound in the small shop as the door opens, the first
portion of the store is a whole bunch of reading chairs and a
few couches. there is a counter that is maned by what looks like
an budding young hippy. there is a wooden polished spiral
staircase that leads to the second floor, and beyond that are
cases and cases of books, some look really old. but some look
new.
"Hey Clark!" says Simon with a wave. The hippy looks up from his
books and his ghoulish features are found only in his eyes,
other wise he looks vibrant and alive.
"Hey Simon, was wondering if I would see you today." the ghoul
looks into Kay's eyes and says in a very warm way "You must be
Kay. Simon has told us all so much about you, though I must
admit, we did not think you were real the way this guys jokes
around."
"Were just going to go see what kind of adventures are unfolding
in the back room." simon says as he heads to lead kay to the
book shelves in the back part of the store.
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Re: A stroll in the night
By: Itchigo513 Date: July 1, 2012, 8:42 pm
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Elsewhere, in a dimly lit hotel suit, a stunningly beautiful
blonde draped in nothing but a long, white, sheer robe sits
before a vanity as her attendant braids her long hair. A smug
smile hangs on her lips as she flips through a file containing a
series of photos, reports and newspaper clippings in front of
her on the dresser. Her attendant finishes the braid and ties it
off with a hair band before humbly kneeling beside her mistress,
asking if there is anything more she needs for the evening.
The blonde sets the items back in the folder, and like a peac0ck
she runs her hands over the intricate braid relishing in its
quality. In an instant, the smile drops as she finds a small,
loose strand of silken hair near the end of the braid; and with
an incredible force, she backhands the attendant, sending her
flying across the floor and into the foot of the bed.
“Stop your sniveling; I didn’t hit you that
hard”, she sneers as the weeping girl frantically scurries
back to her mistress on all fours, repeatedly groveling as she
does so. The attendant quiets herself despite the silent tears
streaming down her face, and forcing herself to a standing
position behind the blond, fixes the mistake with fumbling
fingers. Finishing it off again, the girl once again knees and
awaits her mistress’ approval. The woman checks the braid
once more, this time finding it satisfactory.
Without a word, the blonde stands, which causes the untied robe
to shift and leave her front exposed, and walks past the
trembling attendant, out of the bedroom and into the main room
of the suit. She leans down and casually picks up a tumbler with
half a glass of vitae left in it as she passes the bar. The
woman continues her path toward the grand windows overlooking
the city, completely unfazed by the half-drained, unconscious
Starbucks barista slumped against the thick glass. The blonde
sips the vitae and briefly watches the movements of the city.
Glancing down at the auburn haired woman at her feet, she
reflects on events earlier in the morning and smiles.
Her flight from California had arrived in New Orleans early, but
had still left her a bit tired. So on the way to the hotel, she
had informed her driver to stop so that she could indulge in a
caffeinated snack.
Arriving at a Starbucks, the blonde had had the displeasure of
being stuck behind a chatty skinhead who took forever with his
order; but at least he saved her a bit of effort because damned
girl kept going on about how she was getting off work soon. The
woman had ordered a tea, and sat at a table away from the
windows pretending to drink her purchase. She was contemplating
her next move in the Sudoku puzzle of that morning’s paper
when the chatting couple behind her, the annoying skinhead and
his teeny-bopper girlfriend, roused her from her thoughts. She
began listening in on their conversation, and the puzzle pieces
began to fall into place.
She had then pulled out her compact mirror under the guise of
touching up her lipstick, and was able to get a good look at the
two. A smile curled on her red lips as she whispers to herself,
“Well, I hadn’t expected to be crossing work with
pleasure on this trip, but when opportunity knocks, it would
simply be rude to not show him a good time.” At that
moment, the barista called her farewells to her coworkers, sent
a disappointed glance to the skinhead and his little girlfriend,
and headed out the door. The blonde snapped her compact shut and
casually flowed suit.
After another sip of her drink, the blonde takes a moment to
position a mostly empty bottle of bourbon in the barista’s
hand, making sure to first spill some on the girl’s
clothes. She then tightly closes the curtains to the enormous
windows and retreats to the sanctuary of her windowless bedroom
and her waiting attendant. She instructs the girl to awaken and
remove the drunken barista in a few hours, and to make sure that
her bedroom is not disturbed until sunset. The girl quietly
replies, “Yes, Mistress Lorelei.” She bows her head,
kissing her mistress’ bare feet, and leaves without
another word.
Lorelei approaches the vanity where the file still lies
undisturbed and picks up an article clipping of an image
depicting a bird-like boy clinging to a skeletal woman as they
stand amongst an eclectic crowd at a grand re-opening of a
boutique. Setting it down, she closes the file and tucks it away
in a drawer with a cruel smile on her lips. “Oh, little
Simple Simon, I'm going to have so much fun with you.”
Lorelei looks up into the large, empty mirror before her, and
her smile fades. Picking up the tumbler, she downs the last of
the vitae and turns off the light.
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