Titantron opened up welcoming the audience inside a luxury box they were far too meager to afford.
A full bar of various poisons, available to enjoy and view monitors that were perfectly affixed to walls, and hung from the ceiling.
Two doors seen behind the small seating area, one to be a private bathroom and the entrance that served as an exit.
In a number of chairs for comfort, one sat Emiko Sone. Plates of canapés, shrimp, and sushi laid out before her, untouched.
Through the door of access, entered a tall thin woman, who had once interviewed a beloved, despicable man, that had passed in an unforeseen fashion.
Stepping down the stairs, staying her movement, in stall. Her eyes cast down, kindly behind glass, at Emiko, who hunched over her phone.
Placing a light hand to Emiko Sone's shoulder..
"Ms. Sone, please put the phone away. It has been two months, no one from Power has contacted you. The message is clear." She charily spoke.
Bitterly pulling away from the soft touch! "She didn't abandon me!" Sone hissed.
Slowly drawing back her refused hand. "I know. She is only cross. When she is ready, you will see her again.'
"She's just unhappy with me.." Emiko murmured like a scolded child, finally lowering her phone, raising a melancholic eye.
"Yes, I know." The lady responded reassuringly, hoping to ease her down from this ill mood.
Yet those few words seemed to only fester her further, as Sone's face became pensive. "They are not just another fake family, taking advantage of me.."
Now this woman grew concerned, a bit lost, uncertain, and didn't seem to know quite what to say for a moment.. then taking a breath, she bit in.
"Pay no mind to what Emily has said. Tossed aside or not, you know Ms. Leone is a tempered young lady, the two of you will find each other again, soon enough."
Sone answered in tone of gingered anger. "After her match.. she's just focused.." Through snarled lips.
Words unsteady, but sound and affirming "Yes, and that match is approaching.. shall we?" Sending her head in a gesture toward the exit.
"My auntie.." Emiko mulled, while this woman in apparent caretaker position, nods and retrieves a folded wheelchair from behind Sone's seat.
A full bar of various poisons, available to enjoy and view monitors that were perfectly affixed to walls, and hung from the ceiling.
Two doors seen behind the small seating area, one to be a private bathroom and the entrance that served as an exit.
In a number of chairs for comfort, one sat Emiko Sone. Plates of canapés, shrimp, and sushi laid out before her, untouched.
Through the door of access, entered a tall thin woman, who had once interviewed a beloved, despicable man, that had passed in an unforeseen fashion.
Stepping down the stairs, staying her movement, in stall. Her eyes cast down, kindly behind glass, at Emiko, who hunched over her phone.
Placing a light hand to Emiko Sone's shoulder..
"Ms. Sone, please put the phone away. It has been two months, no one from Power has contacted you. The message is clear." She charily spoke.
Bitterly pulling away from the soft touch! "She didn't abandon me!" Sone hissed.
Slowly drawing back her refused hand. "I know. She is only cross. When she is ready, you will see her again.'
"She's just unhappy with me.." Emiko murmured like a scolded child, finally lowering her phone, raising a melancholic eye.
"Yes, I know." The lady responded reassuringly, hoping to ease her down from this ill mood.
Yet those few words seemed to only fester her further, as Sone's face became pensive. "They are not just another fake family, taking advantage of me.."
Now this woman grew concerned, a bit lost, uncertain, and didn't seem to know quite what to say for a moment.. then taking a breath, she bit in.
"Pay no mind to what Emily has said. Tossed aside or not, you know Ms. Leone is a tempered young lady, the two of you will find each other again, soon enough."
Sone answered in tone of gingered anger. "After her match.. she's just focused.." Through snarled lips.
Words unsteady, but sound and affirming "Yes, and that match is approaching.. shall we?" Sending her head in a gesture toward the exit.
"My auntie.." Emiko mulled, while this woman in apparent caretaker position, nods and retrieves a folded wheelchair from behind Sone's seat.
