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Post by Maura Arizona on May 5, 2009 14:19:34 GMT -5
((first thread woohoo!))
Maura stepped into the ominous light of the cafe, slowly. Looking around, she began to notice the people around her. Women, who once had children on their knees, bouncing their legs, jittery with apprehension of this new, unknown place. Men with dusty business suits, because they simply couldn't let go of who they were in the social food chain of the world Below. Teenagers bad mouthing waiters. Wide eyed children, searching for their mother's. Maura sighed.
Some things never really changed.
Slowly, she walked over to the hostess, a woman in all black and long, curly white hair, and was lead to a table on the farthest wall, against a chain of windows. She smiled politely, asking for a tea, and the woman complied, tiredly. Obviously, she'd seen too much already. As she walked away, Maura looked outside calmly.
The pitter patter of rain hit the window, leaving her mind almost blank. It was days like this that reminded her of those wondrous days back home. Days where her mother would hold her close, tell her stories about the days she spent with her mothers. Reasons to why she had the namesake she did. Thinking back to those moments, those truthful, heart wrenching tales, she smiled softly, tears in her eyes. She really did miss her mother. The problem was, it had been too late to even realize how broken their relationship had become. A huge regret.
Shaking out of the memory, she waited for her tea, head on the window, quietly keeping to herself.
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Post by Leigh Sainte - Julienne on May 5, 2009 14:52:49 GMT -5
Leigh never thought it would be so easy to take to being dead. She thought... she thought she would end up a consciousness in the dark, waiting for eternity to end. Leigh considered herself incredibly lucky to seem alive. It was a difficult shot to find two dead ferrets, although her ferrets back on earth had died, to fill up the empty space in her life, but so far there was no chance. She had loved those two and nothing would ever change that. Who needed boyfriends when one had ferrets like Rosie and Dale, anyway?
Leigh was wearing something real simple today, maybe a bit formal, a red dress that reached about mid-thigh belted with thick black leather.
Reminiscence alarm? It was going crazy. All those people with nostalgic expressions, thinking about the good old days, were driving Leigh absolutely crazy. It was like she was the only one left that lived in the present! You have to stop judging people, she told herself, kicking that place in her mind that was so judgemental. They all have just died. Unfortunately, the café was filling up. But Leigh, being the social person she was, decided to sit with someone despite the remaining empty tables.
This person had her head of brown hair against the windowpane. She was pretty, not Leigh's type, but pretty. She sat down in the wooden chair across from her. Leigh figured it might have been impolite, but she was itching to develop a social life. Hi. I'm Leigh, but you can call me Mouse if that's too much of a mouthful. Her Springdale accent was almost indecipherable, she figured it might take a few repetitions. She was no stranger to repeating herself thousands of times when not back in Newfoundland.
Can I have some green tea? she asked, tracking down a waitress. After a pause, And something to munch. Maybe with almonds? Thanks, love.
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Post by Maura Arizona on May 6, 2009 13:18:45 GMT -5
Maura stared at this girl with great confusion. Why in the world was she talking to her? For a moment, she guessed, maybe, she was being mistaken for somebody else. This had happened all too often in the world Below, during the days every got the same haircut and she so happened to get caught in the riot. Not on purpose, but all the same.
She looked at the girl called Mouse and spoke up. "Oh, I'm sorry." she started. "You might have me mistaken with someone else." Pause. "I'm Maura." Pause. "Yeah, I know it's a weird name, but it was my grandmother's, so..." She shrugged. What else was there to say at this point? This mousy girl, not far from her age, seemed like the typical Miss Social Butterfly Girl on the Scene. Then again, she had been raised, much like her elders, never to judge purely on looks. But weren't first impressions everything? Her mind spun.
What to think anymore?
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Post by Leigh Sainte - Julienne on May 6, 2009 14:38:08 GMT -5
Leigh probably had to remember that regular people just didn't make friends with whoever they wanted. Weirdly enough, it had actually been a LONG time since she had made any friends- she had gotten rusty with human social skills. nope! Leigh chirped happily. Mistaken, was it a case of low self-esteem? why would you want to be friends with ME? I just like you. She'd tell her not to feel too special, she loved just about everybody, but that would sound mean. Oftentimes when she was alive, Leigh would give cake to people in the streets of St Johns (where she had lived for awhile before moving back to Springdale) with just a 'Hi. I like you!' and walk away happily. A lonely-looking man was so grateful that he had caught up with Leigh, put his cake down and given her a huge hug, like 'I like you!' was the best thing anyone had ever told him.
Maura wasn't the weirdest name she had heard. Maura's not that weird. Where I came from my best friend was named Edsel. Her killer's name was Edsel. Not like she cared that he had killed her, though, it WAS an accident and nobody's fault and they could go on and on for days placing blame. Leigh had refused to die until Edsel admitted that it wasn't his fault. He never did admit it, thinking that it would keep her alive, or something.
She didn't hope she was acting like just the kind of people she hated, the perfectly pleasant problemless girl. Leigh sipped her green tea, supposing she should establish some manners before anything went bad. Hope you don't mind, I'm just... like this most of the time. She giggled a little, holding her large mug close to her face to warm it up.
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Post by Maura Arizona on May 6, 2009 18:29:42 GMT -5
"No. I, er, don't mind." Maura watched the girl called Mouse sip her tea, and suddenly wondered where her waitress had gone. She looked around subtly, but gave up after realizing all of the waitress's looked exactly the same. She turned back to Leigh and gave her a polite, yet out of place, smile. What else could she do? It's not like she was the most social little girl in the whole anti-world. Not in the slightest.
But she knew, by coming to terms with that, she'd made the first step towards recovery. Now, all she had to do was open her mouth and say something. Anything. Maura eyed the room, taking notice to the small stage at the far side of the cafe, and the counter with black eyed workers. Girls with buttons in their hair. Boys with thick lashes. Thin lips, painted purple, blue, and black.
Was it just her, or was this like a some terrible sitcom that made fun of the artsy kids a lot?
Finally fed up with the silence, she spoke up. "So," she started. "What brought you here on such a terribly odd day?" She then remembered something she'd said back before that she hadn't responded to. "And how could you possibly like me? As far as I know, and can remember, we haven't crossed paths before." Maura flinched at her own words. Had she come off too strongly? Too rude? Too anti-social?
She sat, hands folded, hoping this girl called Mouse wouldn't scamper off due to her strong willed tendencies that would never, ever cease to exist.
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Post by Leigh Sainte - Julienne on May 10, 2009 7:42:48 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe Leigh was making poor Maura uncomfortable. But hey, everyone had to talk to someone sometime, or they'd just kind of pine away and die in their own little world. NOT the best fate. Could you even die when you're already dead? Leigh wished she had gotten shot so she could have this amazing bullet wound in her chest- not unlike Owen Harper in Torchwood, although he decayed in radiation at one point. Was there any radiation here that Leigh could decay in? She imagined the poor bastards who had commited suicide, now damned to live forever down here as some kind of cruel punishment. Leigh considered herself lucky that she wasn't suicidal.
Odd day? What was so odd about rain? Bewildered, Leigh looked out the window to see, yes, regular old rain pounding at the glass panes. I enjoy green tea on a rainy day. It's rainy, and I like tea, she said, punctuating the word 'tea' with a sip of just that. Maybe she had come across as a bit rude, sitting down at Maura's table without asking and making herself comfortable, leaning forward with her elbows on the table (how rude! :o) and chatting away pleasantly. It wasn't that Leigh just liked hearing the sound of her voice, no, it was that she was feeling REALLY lonely ever since dying, all her friends were still alive and lively and, even though trying not to be selfish, it was breaking her heart. Well, Leigh said, thinking of a response for her comment. It had kind of struck her as hostile in some ways, but Leigh was a big girl. It doesn't really matter if we haven't MET, it's just... to tell the truth, I've never had anybody question it when I say that I like them. Guess it's a Newfoundlander thing. I should probably let off now that I'm in a world full of sensitive people. Leigh looked away and into her bag for a bit of a distraction. Yes, there appeared to be the very same things she always had in there, Craploads of diet coke, craploads of gum, an X-Men comic, and somewhere down there, normal stuff like wallet, keys and iPod.
...So, do you think if you got shot you'd come down here with a really cool bullet wound? Maybe not the best conversation starter, but at least it was something.
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