ATurei
The Attic Ghost
Lily Lavinia
SCENE:
Tigers B-side: Takes One To Know One
LOCATION:
East District, 24-Seven
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiachi, Lily
Takes One To Know One
“What’s…wrong with me, eh?” Lily cocked her head at the frightened girl’s withdrawn form. For a moment she appeared to think on it, then upon coming to comprehension, she gave a smile. It was the vague, absent-minded sort of one who’s dwelling in the realm of some far-off pleasant memories. Now Lily could afford no more than that smile and some senseless mumbles when an untold number of trains of thoughts at once collided and crashed her already dazed brain. So she gave the girl such a half-lidded look and an unnatural smile. And said foolishly, “What exactly isn’t wrong with me?”
Then she dwelled on these words that had solidified her scattered senses. It was not so easy to offer a concrete answer of one’s being upon such a sudden notice. And Lity misliked dwelling on it for too long. Deep thoughts are but unhealthy sorts, best taken in doses carefully portioned even for the healthy of mind, a class of humans to which Lily does not quite belong. “Well, to start with, I have never cared about doctors in my life, see. They ask such troublesome questions, and give such stupid concerned looks… Long story, so don’t mind it! I just don’t care about the doctors, they already have their drugs! Ya okay though, buddy, you look like you just saw a ghost. And yet you look like a ghost yourself! A short, ugly ghost! Haha!”
“Oh,” she slapped her forehead, with so staggering a force she did stagger backward ever so slightly.
That’s no way to talk to a customer, Lily! she reprimanded herself. Never quite charming a person, nevertheless she had some little ideas of an ideal saleswoman, if hyperbolized and warped by the unfavorable environment of her living – these swamps and pits they call the north district. The fake smile cracked again, and she took out one of the plastic bags in her jacket pocket at last, dangling it near to her face full of pretense as though luring a drug-addicted cat into a peck on her cheek.
“See what I have hereeee! This little good time I spoke of! I promise one bite of it and you will forget right away your dull face, or shortness, or shitty life, or whatever ya wanna forget about! Nice, innit?”
In truth she never had never been told the exact usage of these substances while doing the transaction with the original owner of these packets. She had wanted but anything. It’s drugs, what else do you want?
And having said the pitch she seized hard the fright arm of her customer, preventing escape. A firm handshake, often they say, is vital to a successful deal. Not quite a shake but she did involve hand, did she not?
miki
“What’s…wrong with me, eh?” Lily cocked her head at the frightened girl’s withdrawn form. For a moment she appeared to think on it, then upon coming to comprehension, she gave a smile. It was the vague, absent-minded sort of one who’s dwelling in the realm of some far-off pleasant memories. Now Lily could afford no more than that smile and some senseless mumbles when an untold number of trains of thoughts at once collided and crashed her already dazed brain. So she gave the girl such a half-lidded look and an unnatural smile. And said foolishly, “What exactly isn’t wrong with me?”
Then she dwelled on these words that had solidified her scattered senses. It was not so easy to offer a concrete answer of one’s being upon such a sudden notice. And Lity misliked dwelling on it for too long. Deep thoughts are but unhealthy sorts, best taken in doses carefully portioned even for the healthy of mind, a class of humans to which Lily does not quite belong. “Well, to start with, I have never cared about doctors in my life, see. They ask such troublesome questions, and give such stupid concerned looks… Long story, so don’t mind it! I just don’t care about the doctors, they already have their drugs! Ya okay though, buddy, you look like you just saw a ghost. And yet you look like a ghost yourself! A short, ugly ghost! Haha!”
“Oh,” she slapped her forehead, with so staggering a force she did stagger backward ever so slightly.
That’s no way to talk to a customer, Lily! she reprimanded herself. Never quite charming a person, nevertheless she had some little ideas of an ideal saleswoman, if hyperbolized and warped by the unfavorable environment of her living – these swamps and pits they call the north district. The fake smile cracked again, and she took out one of the plastic bags in her jacket pocket at last, dangling it near to her face full of pretense as though luring a drug-addicted cat into a peck on her cheek.
“See what I have hereeee! This little good time I spoke of! I promise one bite of it and you will forget right away your dull face, or shortness, or shitty life, or whatever ya wanna forget about! Nice, innit?”
In truth she never had never been told the exact usage of these substances while doing the transaction with the original owner of these packets. She had wanted but anything. It’s drugs, what else do you want?
And having said the pitch she seized hard the fright arm of her customer, preventing escape. A firm handshake, often they say, is vital to a successful deal. Not quite a shake but she did involve hand, did she not?
miki