Feathers Fool
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- Posted: Fri, 21 Jun 2013 00:34:44 +0000
Telling me how you're going to outlive your body
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Weaving her way past loud street vendors and the poor souls just now shuffling home from work in the industrial buildings that towered off to the left, peering even through the hazy rain at the ants who would live and die within their grimy walls, hoping one day to make enough, Amira's boots slid up the grimy steps and eventually found themselves in The Hole in the Wall. Smokey and humid, and as dimly lit as always, she still couldn't help but smile, at the sounds of food sizzling in the back, nearly drowned out by laughter and conversations at various levels of inebriation, all the while serenaded by Korean love ballads piped in on speakers too scratchy to distinguish individual words. Not that she spoke Korean anyways. It had never stopped the elder Korean woman from attempting to communicate with her in the past, and as the stooped lady, who reminded her rather terrifyingly of her own grandmother, burst from the kitchen, eyes narrowing in on Amira, it didn't seem as if it was going to stop her tonight either.
In the barrage of obvious happy recognition, mixed with disappointed shakes of the head, the old lady tugged at Amira's jacket, clicking her tongue in apparent annoyance. While she didn't understand a word, she could easily guess as to what the commotion was all about. It didn't matter the temperature outside, nor the temperature of the rain. The slightest drizzle was the potential harbinger of pneumonia and eventual death. Everyone knew this, and how silly she was to be out and about in it, like a little child. Her eyes quickly scanned through the building. To the right ran the bar, nearly the length of the tiny restaurant itself, well equip with the usual fair, and even offering a few not so usual drinks if one knew enough to ask for it by name. A few factory workers sat toward the front, chatting. To the left ran the booths, and the few sad tables that could be crammed near the front, usually set up outside, if it weren't for the weather. It was a slower night than usual, though with the weather, she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. Regardless, she'd wandered in about five minutes later than she'd suggested they meet, and Mikael still hadn't shown. By then the elderly lady had successfully managed to wrangle Amira's coat from her, and was gesturing with the menu toward the back, off toward her usual spot near the kitchen.
"Typical." Amira muttered as she followed the woman, still yammering away about what she could only guess, as she slid into the booth. The light that hung above swaying every so often at movement upstairs, not having seen a wash rag for decades at least. But the table was clean, and from the half dozen times she'd found herself in the kitchen, for one reason or another (usually to explain how to make a particular dish, though just as often just because she felt like leaving that way) the kitchen was clean enough. The woman paused, awaiting Amira's nod, before setting down an extra menu. So help her if he stood her up a second time. Because this wasn't typical. Far from it. And while she logically understood that her annoyance stemmed not from him making her wait, but him making her worry, and how dare he make her care, she would no doubt find a way to rationalize being angry about it on principle. He had ten minutes, she reasoned, before she left, and he'd have to hunt her down himself if it was so important.
Pulling out her personal phone, just to be certain he hadn't cancelled at the last moment, and also silently debating if now would be an appropriate time to send another, less understanding text message, she frowned at the text message flashing on her screen.
Message from Syd:
How do you know if you broke your spine? I fell a story, well I kinda did. I hit an awning on the way down and that really softened the blow! Oh sorry for missing the meeting! I feel bad that I wasn't there to sit next to you today.
She sighed, fingers flaring to life as she typed a response.
9:07pm To: Syd:
Where are you? Chances are if you're not in enough pain to make texting impossible, you probably just bruised something. Start slow, try moving your neck, and work your way down from there. Don't over do it. If you're in Varo, text the doctor, they should be headed that way.
She sighed again as she hit send. It was a bit later than prudent, she supposed, but better a response than none at all, and anyways, she could only assume the girl had figured it out and gotten the hell out of there. Then again...she could assume a lot of things that seemed logical to her, and yet, seemed to surpass other people. Like being on time, for example, or not sending in the doctor and the mechanic to find a busted phone. She shook her head. She never should have let them go off by themselves, and what now with the kid busting her a**, quite literally, what was she doing, sitting here waiting around for, anyways?
Looking up just as she'd made up her mind to stand up and leave, Mikael came into view, and she instinctively opened her mouth to let him have it. How dare he make her wait after standing her up before, with no word as to where he went, or why. How dare ask her for favors when he didn't trust her enough to let her know where he was going. How dare he have the audacity to make her care at all, what happened to him. She didn't care about people. She couldn't. And yet there he was, sauntering up in here like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her eyes flickered over his face and what was showing of his neck, and she snapped her mouth shut, eyes still obviously running through her various grievances, but her mind obviously having decided better of them, body shifting from the obvious intent to shout and leave, to a more resigned annoyance as she leaned back, waiting for him to sit.
"What happened?" She didn't deem it necessary to outline the specifics of the question.
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After everything, after everything. Left in the sun, shivering.
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Location:The Hole in the WallCompany: Mikael Mood: Annoyed/ Concerned Health:100%
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