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Cecily caught the ring of keys Feyd had tossed, and flushed at his hospitality. "Er, thanks," she said with a genuinely grateful smile. Before she exited the shop, a small girl came bustling in, and shot Cecily a look of distaste, who merely brushed it off with a simple shrug of the shoulders and a smile. Before leaving though, she turned to look back at Feyd. "See you tonight! And again, thank you." With that, she left the shop, her old bloodstained dress hanging over her arm. Might as well try and wash it...she thought, hating the idea of being wasteful. Besides, what else was she to sleep in? Certainly not her new outfit.
Looking at the address on the keyring, Cece began to do as Feyd had suggested. Rest sounded nice, even though it was the middle of the day. Oh well. She had always been a bit of a night owl. She walked casually along the streets of the business district, looking this way and that, until eventually, she caught her reflection on the side of the building. Cautiously, she approached it, and smiled, turning this way and that. "Thank you..." kept ringing in her mind as she drank in how amazing she felt, although dead.
Suddenly, she felt someone along the busy sidewalk bump into her, knocking her off of her slightly clumsy feet. "Oh, s**t. I'm really sorry, Miss, I--" The uncanny, familiar voice of a man stopped dead as Cecily looked up. Her vivid green eyes widened at the figure hovering over her, his mouth gaping open, black eyes struck wide with both terror and asbsolute awe. He was dressed, from the feet up, in black combat boots, worn jeans, a pyramid belt, and a black MEGA DEATH t-shirt that Cece had recognized as the one she bought him for christmas earlier that year. Dominick...He wasn't dead. Infact, he was so lively and fresh that he had found a new, much brighter companion, who was tugging on his hand impatiently. She was blonde, skinny, tanned, and wearing clothes much too revealing. "C'mon Dom, we're going to be late." He simply continued to gape. Wrought with fear and anger, Cecily turned away, still on the ground, wishing she was invisible, or something, and so did she become. People simply walked through her as she was sprawled on the ground, shocked. Breathing in heavily, she stood up, and once again began to walk towards the address on Feyd's keyring. Soon enough she broke out into a sprint, wanting nothing more than to fade away from what she had just witnessed--Her true love prior to death, still alive, still well, and already with a new woman.
Cece felt her stomach churn as she reached her destination. There was no room for rest upon her weary heart now, even as she laid eyes upon the most magnificent building she had ever seen. Regardless, her heart pounded in her throat as she struggled with the key in the bolt lock. Eventually the black door swung open, welcoming Cecily into a darkened foyer, her breath studdering as she tried to drink in the sight: Black curtains hung against tall windows that let in thin streams of light, just enough that a person could see their way. Taking off her shoes and placing them near a coatrack in the corner, Cece's feet immediately carried her up a cold, marble staircase, flanked with iron railings. She rememebered vaguely that Feyd had been dead since the depression, so the accumulation of his deceased bank account and an eternity of soul collection must have paid off. She should have figured--a new black suit had said enough.
Turning, Cecily allowed her feet to take her down a long hallway, several doors on both her left and right, all of which were open. She peered into each, her interest spiking but not satisfied, until her eyes caught a black door at the very end of the hall. It was the only one not open. Standing before it, Cece reached out for the silver handle, her breath heavy as she heard the latch click. It wasn't locked. Cautiously, she pushed the door open, and found herself in a personal library, its vast walls crammed with books up to the high ceiling, a large, shiny oak table in one corner littered with open texts and papers. Cece approached it, her eyes scanning carefully over the open works. Immediately she saw the familiar words of William Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe. Reverting her eyes, she absorbed the rest of the library, from the numerous books, to the sheen of the wood, the blaze of a fireplace, even to a small, smokey grey cat relaxing idly on a large, soft looking chase lounge. Approaching it with caution, the feline simply stood from it's position and stretched, before leaping down to slink around Cecily's ankles. Smiling, she bent down and stroked the cat gingerly behind the ears before laying down on the daybed. Her vivid green eyes now scanned the details in the ceiling--Feyd could have had his own Sistine Chapel with the work that was put into this library. Cecily heard the softness of the cat return to its place on the chase lounge, its loud, happy purring close to her chin as it found a comfortable place against her side, the low rumbles of contentment lulling her into sleep, evaporating her previous troubles.
 Kabuki Doll · Thu Jul 26, 2007 @ 04:24am · 0 Comments |
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