Ame
Trainee
It's an egg shell.. get it.[A1i:3]
Posts: 5
|
Post by Ame on Oct 6, 2009 11:37:10 GMT -8
 The shuttle pulled up to the front of the small townhome as Ame stared out the window at her new "house." She sighed heavily as she saw the large wooden crate just dumped on the curb that was clearly marked in black spray paint "AMELIA EISEN PERSONAL BELONGINGS." Shaking her head she nodded to the driver when he spoke to her, what he said exactly she wasn't paying any attention, it was better that way. The only thing she had noticed about the forty something man was that his hair line was receeding faster than he drove. She opened the door, stepping out into the heat she sighed again, she would have to find some lighter long sleeved shirts. Reaching into the shuttle van with both hands, one slid through the strap of her beat up old black jansport hefting the surprisingly heavy bag onto her sholder, the other grasped the handle of a small black cat carrier that she had doodled on throughout the trip with her silver sharpie. Random drawings and designs that had no meaning or rhyme. Jesse chattered angrily at her through the small holes. "Yes your majesty, I know. You want out. That makes two of us." The driver called from over his sholder, something about asking what she said. She glared at him one eye brow raised. "I wasn't speaking to you, you will know when I do because I will speak at a volume loud enough for you to hear." She snapped. Shaking her head she shut the door stepping away from the vehicle, more into the street so he could pull away and give her a good view of the front of the town home, condo, whatever. She sighed again eyeing the crate. "They should have painted FREE TO ALL, COME AND GET IT on the side." She muttered to herself as she stepped onto the curb. With her free hand she made a not so serious attempt at pulling on one of the slats. Smirking she strolled down the sidewalk towards the entry way, her long black skirt swishing with each step and her thick soled boots not making much of any sound. At least there was a nice little front yard, little was right, extremely small. But by the look of this side, this wasn't technically considered the front of the home, the back was. So it was reversed, since the back faced the beach, the front was sparcely decorated. She reached the small stoop and looked around the chipping concrete steps. Then she spotted it, a small snow globe with the Brooklyn Bridge featured in miniature. "Nice Touch." She smirked again then bending over she picked up the globe to find the key taped to the underside. The globe was perfect since she was a Brooklyn Native and not many people would think to look under a snow globe for a key. Perhaps the people Dalia set up to run over here had wit, or Dalia herself did. Either or, didn't matter much, at least she had the key. She slid the key into the lock, turned it to the left, and just turned the knob walking right into the door... which didn't open. She sighed and hung her head as Jesse chattered angrily at being knocked into the door. "Dead Bolt Ame.. Dead Bolt." She often found that name to be morbidly amusing, but unlocked the keyed alike dead bolt just the same, then the door gave way. The house smelled musty as if it hadn't had a window opened in years and the decor was late 80's at best. For some reason she thought Long Beach homes were chic and sleek. Guess Dalia missed the design memo. She sighed and walked a few paces in, finding herself in a small kitchen. Just a galley style with sparce trimmings, there were cabinets, the normal kind.. a plane white fridge.. a small stove, because she would do so much cooking right, and oh there is a God! A small white microwave. She took another step and heard paper crunching under one of her boots, she picked her foot up in, if anyone were watching, would be considered a comical way, looking almost like a crane as the hand that held Jesse's cage swung out to help her balance. She glanced down and saw a white envelope that simply read, "Ms. Eisen". She signed, knowing that Dalia had wrote the letter at once, she never called her by her first name. A neighbor must have delivered it through the mail slot as she suspected on the flight. She set Jesse down, much to his dislike at still being in the cage, picked up the letter and sliding a ringed finger under the flap, opened the envelope. Inside was a post it note, not even a real letter. Ms. Eisen, you will find the home furnished. Keep what you want, sell the rest, doesn't matter. Treat this house as if it were your own, the trust pays enough for me to allow you that. Hope you stay for a long time. -D"I bet you do.." She muttered to the yellow piece of paper. She looked down again at the shag carpet.. beautiful brown and gold mix.. good thing Dalia gave her the green light. She was going to be a very busy girl in deed. Tossing the post it and envelope on the counter she shrugged off her pack and set it on the floor by the fridge.. opening the cabinet under the sink she crouched down to see if there was anything in there that she could use to open the heavy crate outside. She found a hammer and with more determination than she felt, she walked back outside towards the evil crate and glared at it.. resisting the temptation to just start hacking at it wildly.. she took a calming breath and using the claw end began to systimatically pry the slats up at each nailing. Finally, after what seemed like hours, and felt like it as well since she was soaked with sweat, the side was off.. her belongings teetered precariously as if the slats were still there.. her eyes widened as she lept forward both hands out in a futile attempt to stop the enevitable, her belongings spilled out of the crate and crashed into the pavement of the sidewalk. Luckily she had the state of mind to open the side facing the house and not the road. She jumped a little in frustration before bending over and pulling the tank to her welder upright. She slung the empty tank over her sholder, being that it was only about 18 inches tall.. her set up was small, used, rusty, old, but worked. She pulled the gun out of the tankle, picked up her old mask, tucking countless cables under her free arm she walked back towards the house, once inside the gate she put the equipment down off to the side in the corner.. she walked back to the crate and untangled the heavy duty chain from the mess and returned to the corner, lacing the chain around, through, over, and under the equipment she locked it to the fence with a padlock that was already attached to the chain, slipping the key into her bra she returned to the pile of posessions. Trip by trip, her belongings slowly filtered into the house being deposited on the tile floor of the small kitchen, she had yet to venture any further into the house. Jesse had given up his protesting and gone to sleep in his sleep sac. When it was all said and done she had 5 cardboard boxes full of various books, pads of drawing paper, paints, pictures, scrap pieces of construction paper, scissors a plenty, multiple kinds of glue, her art box full of a multitude of pens, pencils, markers, crayons, charcoals, pastels.. just about everything in wonderful chaotic order. Two garbage bags full of clothes that were probably wrinkled beyond belief, a plastic tote that held her trusty iron, her dyno label maker, her printer, and her MP3 player docking station. The final thing that was brought in was Jesse's palace. A black wire crate with three levels that all of his toys were stuffed in, didn't matter if they were strewn about the floor of the crate, they wouldn't be in there very long once Jesse had his way. She finally ventured past the kitchen, having to because there was no other place to set Jesse's massive crate down, which had taken up half of the shipping container, she teetered down a step that led into the rest of the main floor, which was simple, just a big open room that had an old couch, a beat up coffee table, and a floor lamp that looked like it could fall over any moment. She was surprised to see a fire place since they were in LB after all, but she sniffed at it anyway, she always enjoyed the smell of coals, even if it had probably been years since a fire was lit in the firebox, it still had that subtle smell of ash. She smirked before she almost fell over because of that darn crate, she readjusted her hold on it and found an empty corner along the back wall of the room, that wall had two windows on it, the back door, which should have been the front, and the fireplace... she set his crate down and opened the door. She retreived his water bottle, food bowl, and canister of food, returned to the kitchen, filled his food bowl and water bottle, setting the canister on the firmica counter top. She tucked the water bottle under the arm that was attached to the hand that held his food bowl, and picked up his carrier with her now free hand, there wasn't a peep. Jesse was a heavy sleeper.. she carried all of this over to the crate and kneeling on the floor, set the carrier down, attached the water bottle to the side of the cage, perched the food bowl on a small shelf in the cage and opened the carrier door. She reached in and carefully grabbed the two hoops at either end of his sleep sac and slid him out of the carrier which was no easy feet considering he was the size of a small cat.. using both hands she lifted him into the crate, hung the sac from the roof of it and shut the door as easily as she could. She wasn't ready to let the door stay open, not until she cleaned and cleared this place out. She'd be devistated if Jesse got into anything dangerous before she had a chance to Ferret-proof the house. She walked back out to the crate and looked at it for a moment, standing there in all it's empty glory. She must have stood there for awhile just staring at it because she felt some of the neighbor's eyes on her.. she ducked behind her hair before tugging at the crate trying helplessly to get it into the small fenced yard. She wasn't going to let all this wood go to waste.. sighing because it wouldn't fit.. she left it at an odd angle wedged in the gate opening. She went back in the house, plucked the key from the door, picked up her pack, and shutting and locking the door behind her, left her new dwelling, vaulting the fence, she walked down the street towards a all in all store she saw on her way here. She had a gift card burning a hole in her pocket and it was obvious she would need almost every cent of it to stock the fridge and freezer, get new furniture, supplies, and more.. the sun was setting now and she walked along very well aware that people were staring at her as she moved.. she would stare too if she saw a person dressed in black goth from head to toe in this dreaded heat. [whew.. ok. done for now] |
|
Ame
Trainee
It's an egg shell.. get it.[A1i:3]
Posts: 5
|
Post by Ame on Oct 6, 2009 18:15:14 GMT -8
Ame pushed the metal shopping cart down the asphalt towards her new place, one foot resting on the lower bar while her hands gripped the handlebar, pushing the cart with her other foot, resting her weight on the metal apparatus riding it down the road. She never had much use for taxis or the like, so she selected the basic mode of transportation.. Her feet. And occasionally stealing a shopping cart to help get her items home. The cart was loaded down well over the top, hence her basically standing on it, just so she could see over the mound of merchandise. She shopped for hours and still only managed to go through fifteen hundred dollars of the five grand on that card. She hit up the all in all store, the small kiddo seat of the basket full of groceries ranging from milk to generic colas, frozen TV dinners a plenty, five cans of BBQ Pringles, and naturally some chicken, the only fresh food she bought. The rest of the cart held a sheet set for a queen size bed, hopefully that would be the size, a comforter, all in a nifty black and red theme, bed in a bag.. Gotta love it. Ten packages of thick heavy velvet black out curtains, in black of course. Two narrow boxes held end tables that she would have to assemble herself, a slim DVD player was tucked along side the kiddie seat in the basket, ten DVD’s were in there somewhere, or so she thought, she couldn’t really remember exactly how many movies she bought, the only thing she knew for sure was that one of them was the new Xmen movie. She managed to find some light weight long sleeved black shirts with low necklines, got herself some new fuzzy toe socks, couldn’t resist, some tuboware containers, which she thought were very nice since they had cut outs on the sides specifically for labels. She had a lamp teetering on the top of everything which she would systematically reach out and steady as she went along. The bottom of the basket was just as full, carrying a 30 inch LCD TV, two cans of magenta paint, some paint brushes, and some tools that she would need to assemble her new end tables. She hummed some no name tune to herself as she stopped at the front of the house.. Oh yea, the crate.. Guess she’d have to do this the long way. She sighed as she lifted the bags one by one over the side of the fence and set them down on the pavement. Eventually everything was unloaded and even though the sun had already gone done, it was still hot. Well, hot to her… She scooted the basket as close to the fence as she could, kicking one of the wheels at an unnatural angle insuring it wouldn’t randomly roll away in the middle of the night. An old habit from home, where everyone had a shopping cart parked outside their house that they used on a near daily basis. Buying for the week as far as food went was unheard of. And she still wasn’t used to it, she wouldn’t have done it except the all in all store wasn’t that close after all, it was well over a mile’s walk. Hopefully the TV dinners she bought were still indeed frozen, she felt of the bag that had them in it, the milk too, both were cold.. Sweating profusely, but still cold. She vaulted the fence once more, kicking the crate as she passed by it with her arms loaded down with bags. Stopping at the door she gave it an evil look before freeing up one hand, nearly dropping the milk, almost slipping off the step while she fiddled with the key, she finally managed to unlock both locks this time and nudge the door open with her knee. Immediately she was assaulted by ferret cussing. She sighed as she almost fell over her stuff making her way to the fridge.. She just set everything on the counters, leaned the boxes against the wall, put the TV dinners in the freezer, milk in the fridge, not the other way around she reminded herself. Then finally she shut and locked the door leaning against it as she looked out over the main level again. Sighing she pushed off the wall and pulled her thick black sweater off revealing a spaghetti strap fishnet tank that left no doubt she was wearing a, yep you guessed it, black bra. She was so cliché in that sense, black this, black that. Part of the order that must be maintained. Red was the only other acceptable color in her wardrobe. She reached into her back pack and pulled out her pack of Marlboro 27’s.. thumping the pack with her fingernails she stared at it. She had promised Doctor Sullivan that she would try to quit… the whole anti-smoking campaign having won over another fool… she stood there for about 10 minutes just thumping the pack before a muscle in her jaw twitched. There, she tried. She didn’t promise she would succeed, just that she would try. And for a pack and a half a day smoker to not have had a cigarette nearly all day because of the airports, the planes, the going here and there, and then not immediately sucking down half a pack back to back was indeed trying.
“Screw it.” She mumbled before opening the pack, pulling out one delectable cigarette, smelling the stalk before placing the filter end in her mouth, she found her black bic and struck the flint in one glorious spark. She inhaled slowly, letting the flame lick the end of the tobacco.. Ah sweet sweet nicotine. Since her medications didn’t allow her to drink in anyway shape or form, and hard drugs were something she never saw the use in… she had this one vice. And how would Doctor Sullivan know anyway? Because he would ask and she would answer honestly. Her OCD made it so lying was nearly impossible, lies meant the world was out of order, and that she just couldn’t have. She set the lighter on it’s end on the counter and leaned against the fridge taking one long drag, exhaling slowly with her head leaned back and her eyes closed. She finished the cigarette in that fashion, having a nice buzz going on she rinsed the sink out, which is where she was dumping the ashes and later the butt. She leaned down, opened the cupboard, and pulled out an all purpose cleaner, a jug of bleach, toilet bowl cleaner, window cleaner, and some Ajax. Thankfully it was already stocked with the basic cleaning supplies, including Lysol mopping solution. Now.. Wither or not there was a mop around here still had to be determined but she grabbed one of the hand towels from the holder, smelled it.. Smelled clean.. It had long lost any fragrance from fabric softener, but it didn’t smell dirty and that was what mattered. She folded the towel in half, and again, and again until it was a perfect square the size of her hand. She would do the window’s first.. Then the shelves, the fixtures, the bathroom, which ended up being a nice size housing a standard toilet, pedestal sink and a claw foot tub that seemed to be all the rage these days, apparently Dalia got THAT design memo. The bedroom was on the top floor, it did in fact have a queen sized bed, that had sheets on it.. Those were quickly bagged up and set along side the rest of the bags of donations. She wouldn’t throw the stuff away and she wouldn’t sell it, she’d give it away. She had been on the receiving end of charity before and knew how appreciated it really was. Time ticked by as Jesse chattered, slept, chattered, ate, slept, chattered, and ate some more all while she scrubbed the house from top to bottom. She found a mop in the basement along with a broom, that helped. Using some of the tools she had gotten she managed to get that hideous shag carpet up, rolling it up and stuffing it outside the front, which she was slowly referring to as the back took a long time and a lot of struggle, she pushed the roll, it would buckle, she would slip, knock her knees again and again but she managed to get it outside finally. Her long hair was almost completely wet from sweat and she had long since pulled the back of her skirt between her legs, tucking it into the waste to make them into some strange pair of shorts that she was sure were featured on Lucy during the grape crushing episode. But it worked.. Surprisingly under that horrendous carpet there were beautiful wood floors, though what wood she wasn’t sure, but sprucing it up with the mopping cleanser made them shine. She did keep the blanket off the bed which was a simple maroon duvet cover.. She draped that over the small old couch, tucking it in here and there turning it more into a slip cover. She hung the heavy drapes all over the windows in the living room and the bedroom, glad she got ten packages because she used them all. That succeeded in blocking out the light. She found that old floor lamp just needed a screw tightened and it stood just as sturdy as if it were brand new. She put that next to the couch. She assembled both of her new end tables and placed one next to the couch and one next to her now black and red covered bed, that bedding set even came with two decorative pillows. Luckily the pillows that were there weren’t bad at all, and after she wrapped them in the new pillow cases, they looked marvelous. She set the paint cans by the front, now called back, door with the paint brushes and decided that painting tonight would be pushing it. So she would paint the bedroom tomorrow. The living room was actually a nice shade of light gray, so that she wouldn’t have to paint. She covered the coffee table with some scrap fabric she had amongst her belongings. And after hanging her TV on the wall above the fire place she actually began liking what she saw. She hadn’t noticed the built in book shelves that lined both walls of the living room before, floor to ceiling, nothing but shelves, leaving the space above the fireplace her only option for the TV really. She carried the garbage bags of clothes down into the basement where she found one of those old ironing boards stuffed against the wall, she unfolded it and retrieving her iron, went to work ironing out and hanging up all of her clothes. Her shorts and undergarments were the only things that found their way into the three drawer dresser in the bedroom, which was a good thing since it was so small. She hung her clothes up in the closet, sliding the mirrored doors shut. She took a moment to check out the bedroom.. Which was not bad at all.. Not bad at all. She set up the MP3 player docking station on the dresser and plopped her cheap I-pod knock off into the cradle. That would come in handy later. She went back downstairs and bit by bit unpacked all of her belongings and then finally plugged the dyno label maker into the wall and set it on the floor next to her lap top, which she had set up an impromptu work area in the corner of the living room near Jesse’s crate. He finally had grown quiet and just started watching her through the bars. When she was certain that the house was ferret proof, she finally unlatched the door, leaving it wide open for Jesse to come and go as he pleased, which he bolted out of the crate within a minute and was running around the main level and up into the bedroom at a breakneck speed just happy to finally be able to bound around. The door to the basement was closed tight so she didn’t have to worry about him getting down there, the toilet lid was closed with a child lock on it so he wouldn’t go swimming, and there was nothing dangerous in the kitchen cabinets, all the cleaning supplies successfully locked up. She finally unbuckled her boots and carrying them up stairs, reveling in the feel of the cool wood floor on her now bare feet, her socks having found their way into the laundry shoot, which she made sure to latch shut as well. She opened the closet door again and set the boots down in a pair next to her three other pairs of shoes, all in a line within a millimeter, all in pairs, and all facing the same way. She untucked her skirt and changed into a pair of black pajama pants and took her bra off from under her shirt, the skirt and the bra also traveling down the laundry shoot, which was relatched. The key from the padlock outside had fallen to the floor with a loud clatter, and before Jesse could dive bomb the shinny object she plucked it from the floor and tucked it into the top drawer of her dresser, the drawers were hard to open as they weren’t on any kind of tracks, just slid in there.. Making that a blessing in disguise that way Jesse couldn’t get in them. She padded back down stares and sat down Indian style in front of her lap top and dyno label maker. She booted up the lap top and found her dyno program immediately started printing out various labels.
“Only for the art supplies.” She muttered.
She had used the tuboware to hold her art supplies which came in handy and they were all lined up in a row from A to Z on one of the shelves in the living room. She made labels for all of them. Then.. She made labels for the drawers in the kitchen.. Then the shelves in the fridge.. Then the cabinets.. Then the key holder.. Then her dresser.. Then the bathroom medicine cabinet.. It was then that she realized she hadn’t taken her Vesprin or her Remeron yet. It dawned on her that.. Perhaps that was why even the tooth brush cup now had a label. She slid the two orange bottles off the shelf, they were resting on labels that identified them as well.. She fished one out of each and using the water cup from the sink in front of her, knowing so also because it too had a label.. She took her two pills and returned the bottles, the cup, and the door to the medicine cabinet. She sat down on the edge of the tub, turning around, putting the stopper in and turned the water on full hot. She wouldn’t add cold until the tub was half full. She stared at the steam rising up from the tub for a good long while, even when Jesse bounded into the room, perching his little hands on her calf looking into the tub. By the time the tub was half full, her medicine had started taking effect and she noticed that her shampoo bottle had a label that read “Shampoo” on it in addition to the actual product label. She sighed but just turned the cold water on and stood up after giving Jesse a pat on his arched back. She pulled a towel from the cabinet.. Again.. A label. She didn’t remember going into the linen cabinet in the bathroom but a label was there just the same. She pulled her pajama pants off, draping them over the toilet.. Almost surprised that there wasn’t a label that said “Toilet” on it.
“At least I’m not stupid.. Crazy.. But not stupid.” she muttered to herself as she pulled the tank over her head and set it on top of the pants. Her undaroos were next.. Tight boy shorts that surprise surprise, were black. She shook her finger at Jesse.
“Now.. Don’t go running off with my undies again young man.” She got a blank pink stare in response but she was used to that. She stepped into the water, letting the scalding water cause pin pricks in her skin.. A thousand needles felt like they were being driven into her legs as she sank lower and lower into the tub.. She released a relaxing sigh as she leaned back against the tub and just enjoyed the heat. She closed her eyes and just soaked for a good long while.
Ame must have drifted off to sleep at some point because she jerked awake to Jesse nibbling at her fingers, which were hanging down from the edge of the tub. She must not have been asleep that long since the water was still hot. She sighed, wiggled her fingers with a playfulness she didn’t feel and slid down into the water, all the way into the water. Submerging herself she looked up at a distorted world. This is how I see the world. She thought. She sat back up, blinking the water out of her eyes before she grabbed the clearly marked Shampoo bottle and squeezed a generous amount into her upturned palm. She began the lengthy process of washing her long hair. Making sure she got every little bit, the last of the purple dye was still dripping out of her black hair causing the water to take on an indigo hue. She glanced down at the water and shook her head lightly before sinking once again, rinsing her hair and standing up quickly, last thing she needed was to be the purple girl at school when she started in a few days. She grabbed one of the white towels that looked like it belonged in a hotel more than it belonged in a home. She wrapped her hair up in it and wore the towel like a turban as she grabbed the second towel and dried the rest of her body off.. Wrapping the towel around her body, tucking the corner under her arm so it would stay, she grabbed her clothes off the toilet, glad that they were still there and that Jesse hadn’t run off with any of them. She walked into the bedroom, tossing the tank down the laundry shoot, not knowing why she kept it out in the first place, the undies followed suit. She relatched the shoot and pulled a fresh pair of black Hanes boy short hipster undies from the dresser and slid them on. She plucked a basic cotton tank from the closet, all while Jesse scurried around her feet. She shooed him away from the closet as she shut the door and pulled the mirrored doors shut, actually grateful that they were mirrored.. Means they were heavy, too heavy for Jesse. She put her tank on rolling it down her slightly moist skin, those black pajama pants were the next on. She walked back into the bathroom and pulled the towel off her head, letting the long slightly curled tendrils fall down her shoulders and back and in her face. She stared at the mirror for a few minutes, it was still slightly fogged from the bath. She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ears as she turned the faucet on and brushed her teeth. While she scrubbed away the day’s plaque she stopped suddenly and groaned, she had forgotten to eat again. Did she eat today at all? She remembered drinking a soda earlier but.. Food? She shook her head and rinsed her mouth out. Nope, she hadn’t eaten yet. She glanced at the clock, it was getting late…
“Doesn’t’ matter what time it is, you don’t have to eat on anyone else’s schedule anymore.” She spoke aloud to herself, never noticing that she did this quite often. She padded down the stairs with Jesse bounding down behind her, took a sharp right turn and into the kitchen she went. She jerked open the freezer and grabbed one of the TV dinners, not really caring which one it was, she read the back and popped it into the microwave. Without warning, Nickelback started blaring from her cell which was still in her bag, she jumped with a slight squeak before she bent down, picking the bag off the floor by the fridge and fished her cell out, by the time she retrieved the evil contraption, sliding the Karma door up, she had missed the call. “Figures.” She murmured as she glanced at the name and number… Doctor Sullivan. Crap! She had completely spaced out and forgot to call him. She hit the call button to dial him back, it would be really late on the east coast. It rang twice before a rather worried Doctor Sullivan answered the phone…
D.S. ~ “Amelia? Is that you?”
A.E. ~ “Yes Doctor Sullivan, it’s me. I am sorry that I missed your call, I had technical difficulties getting the phone out of my bag. Listen..”
D.S. ~ “Thank God! I was so worried! When you didn’t call, I.. I don’t know what I thought honestly, I mean you should have called me Amelia, I was going out of mind, I ev-”
A.E. ~ “Doctor Sullivan.. Calm Do-”
D.S. ~ “-en thought of calling the local police just so they could go and che-”
A.E. ~ “MATT!”
D.S. ~ “Yes!? Sorry.. I was just extremely worried.”
A.E. ~ “I get that, but what I was trying to tell you was that I got here okay, I had to deal with a pessimistic security guard at the air port, a woman in an abusive relationship on the plane, a fat man who cheats on his wife was sitting in the seat next to me, then I had to get to my shuttle, after battling morons throughout THIS air port and then the people who shipped my stuff left it on the curb for anyone to come and take, I had to go shopping and get some food for Jesse and myself, clean, unpack, take a bath, and I am just now getting around to making something to eat!”
D.S. ~ “Well, sounds like you had quite an adventure. How late is it there?”
A.E. ~ “Almost Three A.M… which would make it about time for you to get up for the day.”
D.S. ~ “Yes, it is almost time. Did you take your meds?”
A.E. ~ “As always. A little late, but better late than never.”
D.S. ~ “How are you handling the new house?”
The microwave sounded it’s trumpet exclaiming to the world that it is done zapping her food, she turned and pulled it out of the microwave carefully using the tips of her fingers as she wedged the phone between her shoulder and her ear. She set it on the counter to cool off before pulling open the silverware drawer.. Spotting the labels that stated “Spoons”, “Knives”, “Forks” she sighed before pulling out a fork to stir her… fettuccini alfredo, that’s what it was tonight.
D.S. ~ “Amelia, are you still there?”
A.E. ~ “Yes, I’m still here. I’m handling it… fine… everything’s in it’s place with.. A… label.”
D.S. ~ “Amelia.. How many things have labels?” His voice taking on a worried tone.
She sighed before holding up her hands and taking the phone back into one of them.
A.E. ~ “Not everything.. But.. Mostly everything.”
D.S. ~ “Did you black out again?”
A.E. ~ “I must have.. Since there are labels in the house that I don’t remember making, but look, it’s nothing to throw a hissy over, I just took my meds late, that’s all.”
D.S. ~ “OK, but I want you to tell Lucy about it when you meet with her, it’s important that you tell her everything. Just like you would me. Listen, I have got to go.. But I want you to call ME tomorrow night.. Eer.. Tonight. Got me?”
A.E. ~ “You got it. And I’ll tell her. Don’t worry Doctor Sullivan, I’m going to be fine.”
Ame got off the phone with a heavy heart… while she didn’t lie she did say things she didn’t think would come true in the hopes that they would. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be fine and she wasn’t sure if she was going to tell her new Doctor everything just yet. She picked up the TV dinner with one hand, set the phone down on the counter and picked the fork up and proceeded to eat her dinner without much enthusiasm. It wasn’t half bad but it wasn’t anything to make her have a food-gasm over. She washed the fork, dried it, and put it back on the stack of forks in the drawer, which were all perfectly lined up and arranged… she didn’t remember doing that either. Her black outs were few and far between and always when she forgot to take her meds at the designated time of 9 PM. She sighed as she threw the TV dinner container away, flicked off the kitchen light and double checked that all the doors were locked. She drug herself up stares and for the first time that day, a true smile played across her slightly rosed lips. Jesse was curled up in a tight little ball of white fuzz in the center of the left pillow on the bed. She always slept on the right side of beds, and Jesse somehow always knew that. She clicked the overhead light off as she walked all the way into the room, pulling the covers back, she didn’t worry about waking him.. She pulled the waste of her pajamas down, sliding them off, picking them up, and laying them, folded in half, over the foot of the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair before she climbed into bed, pulling the new crisp sheets up to her chin, she rolled onto her left side and using her left hand, laid her hair out around her, without any of it touching her neck nor laying underneath her. She tucked her left hand up against her chest and whispered softly…
“Good Night Jesse.” and closed her honey colored eyes that were weak from exhaustion and fell into a still, dreamless sleep.
Ame peeked one eye open and groaned. Jesse was apparently trying to give her a new hair style.. Slipping one arm out from under the covers she waved him away, he just chattered and went back to whatever it was he was doing. Ame groaned louder knowing that Jesse wasn’t going to let her rest anymore, she slapped the bed lazily before rolling onto her back and stretching from fingers to toes. Jesse took the prime opportunity to jump on her chest and perch there like the little pole cat cousin he was. She sighed and slowly stroked his downy fur.
“I guess it would be too much to ask of you if you would go get me the Pringles?”
A blank pink stare was the answer she got.
“Thought so…”
She moved to get up, Jesse jumping off of her and bounding out of the room, no doubt down the stares and into the kitchen to eagerly await his breakfast. While he ate dry premium cat food most of the time, breakfast was always fresh raw chicken. And naturally he snacked on any bugs that he happened to get his little hands on, which worked out nicely since that meant Ame never had to deal with creepy crawlies. She sat up and smoothed her hair down before standing and stretching again, arching her back, hands over head, up on her tip toes. She let her arms fall to her side and sighed again before she turned around, picked her pajama pants off the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles before putting them on. She made her bed nice and tight before padding down the stares and into the kitchen where, yep, there was Jesse. She smirked at him as she opened the fridge and pulled the package of boneless chicken tenders out, and using the sink, retrieved one of the long strands of slippery beige meat and tore it into tiny pieces with her blunt fingernails. She put the pieces on a small paper plate that she found in the cabinet before rewrapping the rest of the chicken and returning it to the fridge. All the while, Jesse chattered and slunk around her ankles in anticipation. She almost giggled at the tickle of his little tongue on her ankle. Carrying the plate of chicken she went into the bathroom and set it on the floor, Jesse pounced at once devouring, what he saw as, a five star gourmet breakfast. She shut the door behind her as she left, leaving him alone with his meal. This was the routine, that way he couldn’t hide little pieces of chicken throughout the house, leaving Ame to find them once they started to stink. Been there, done that, learned the lesson. She opened the cabinet and pulled out one of the cans of Pringles cringing at the label that was on the shelf clearly marking it as “Pringles Shelf.” She popped the top of the can and peeled back the “sealed for your protection” foil lined paper and fished out a single chip. She popped that in her mouth and chewed, enjoying the breakfast of champions as she pulled a soda out of the fridge. She gathered up the soda, can of Pringles, her phone from the counter, and her ciggies and lighter and walked across the living room to the back door, which should have been the front door, unlocked it carefully, since she almost dropped her phone… twice… during the process. Stepping out into the heat she sighed.. She wondered when she would get used to it. Sitting at the patio table under the trellis she was pleasantly surprised to find green grass back here, an actual garden with flowers and the like. She had a nice view of the beach, since it was right there. Not a fancy “member’s only beach” just a regular beach, nothing special. Water, sand, people… a beach.
“I bet it’s a Long Beach.” She joked to herself as she leaned back in the chair and ate another chip. Flipping her phone up she glanced at the time.. Wow.. She almost slept all day.. So much for her Anafranil. That would have to just be a skipped medication today, since she’s supposed to take it at 9 AM. The life of “Nines” as the crazies like her from the institution called it. Morning meds at 9, night meds at 9... You lived your life by nines. It was already entirely too late in the date to even try to take it now, it’d be useless. So she’d just be a little extra OCD today, no big deal. She popped the top on the soda can and took a nice long swig, ahhhhh caffeine. Eating chip after chip she people watched… some looked at her and some didn’t but she didn’t smile or wave even to those who did the same to her. She was just watching… she was always watching something or someone. With not quite a blank expression on her face, more of one like… she was trying to figure you out, why you moved the way you do, why your voice lilts in certain ways depending on what you are saying… just a watcher.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 7, 2009 19:09:32 GMT -8
The day was bright and sunny. Not her most favorite of times, but, when you wished to gather some fun, happy shots of people living their lives, what better place than the beach. Right? So that is where you could find Kevala this day. It was one of those things she did for the sake of her art. Standing there upon the edge of the water, icy hues looking out over the ocean as kids splashed and screamed with delight. Now if a shark would just come along....STOP IT!!!.....shaking her head at her mean idea. She could not help it, she hate kids. They were evil little monsters. At least, that is what she had taught herself to believe, made it easier to handle the thought of never having any of her own. Turning away from the happy kiddies, she would lift her camera to her eye once more, taking a quick shot of a couple walking down the beach holding hands. Bleh! That was so lame. But to each his own right. Who was she to talk? Look at her and Katsuri..nowhere near normal or even close to strange, they were down right weird. But again, that was a thought best left for another day.
Today, she had to keep her mind on the people that she was snapping pictures of. It was the only right thing to do. If not, she would end up walking back up the beach and getting in her car and taking off. As it were, her toes, painted deep purple once more, dug into the sand. She loved the beach, dont get that wrong. But she hated the people here. Now, at night, when there was next to nobody here, it was perfect. She could listen to the silence of nothing but the crashing waves.
Sighing softly she once more began to move. Wearing a black bikini with cute little skulls on it. She could not go completely beach bunny...that would be enough to make her sick. Shuddering at the thought of it she reached up and pushed back some of her long raven locks from her face. Yes, now she was coming up to the houses that lined the beach. Well, this should be interesting. Pretty blonds and their lovers and men with women half their age she was sure.
As she passed the first house she noted nobody there, and took a quick shot of the house. Heh..Must be freaking nice! But again she was getting off topic..Drawing in a deep breath she kept moving..Slowly coming up to the next house. Noting a woman sitting outside, apparently eating something...
Kevala narrowed her eyes to get a better look. No way! She had to be seeing things. Taking a few steps closer, she let that camera fall about her neck, the strap biting into the back of such lightly.Ame??? Is that you?
She stopped there for now. Could this really be the girl she had met years ago when she had lived in Brooklyn in that apartment with her foster parents? Ame had lived just down the hall, the two of them hitting it off instantly. Though it had only been a brief friendship, since Kev had gotten shipped off to another home and Ame had moved away as well. It would just be too wierd if after all this time they met up again on the other side of the freaking country.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 7, 2009 19:38:39 GMT -8
It was her! Kevala didn't quite know how to react to the happiness she felt. It was a very odd emotion to have inside such a troubled mind.
Taking a few more steps she would find herself standing before her long lost friend. Well....sorta lost...cause now she was found...so technically...BAH! whatever...
She smiled, those icy hues locking on the face of Ame as she did something she rarely ever did, laughed. Yes, she laughed. Why? Cause of the irony of the event. That was why. Duh!
Ame! How have you been? What are you doing here?
She thought of a hug, but should she? She was a friend, but then they were both a little off....Deciding what the hell she reached out and tugged Ame into a hug, short lived, but a hug just the same. Stepping back and pushing a bit of her hair out of her face as the breeze blew it into her eyes. She then reached down and grabbed her camera, slipping it off and holding it lightly in her hand. It was starting to get annoying about her neck. Heh...
Those eyes scanning over the house. Yeah, so not what she had expected for Ame, but then who knew really. It was far nicer than her one bedroom apartment, that was for sure. That smile never leaving her lips as she bit down on the inside of her mouth. The happiness she felt only working to bring forth that little issue with blood she had. But she had gotten good with hiding it over the years. Letting the cut she had just made bleed into her mouth as she watched her friend. Still not sure she was real. Sure she felt real and all...But for all Kev knew, she had finally lost it and was not talking to some stranger and thinking it was Ame...Wouldn't that be just her luck?
|
|
