Post by Rated R on Jul 7, 2007 13:06:25 GMT -5
New Style
I sit there, at the bar, my mind races, all the things that have happened recently, all the things that I have achieved. I have made myself inconspicuous, cant stand out after everything that has happened. I wear a crimson hoodie. People shout and laugh, they have no perpose, no reason for to be here, other than to take up space. I block out the hustle and bustle around me, the shouting of people who have lost their mind, succumbed to the temptations that greet them upon entering this mundane domain. The smell of drink drifts through the building. People sit around me, taking a break from their average lives, a life with no meaning, a life that has not attained it's true meaning. They dont bother me, not anymore, I could care less about them, I have other things to think about. I destroyed everything that was ment to be sacred to me. It ment nothing, the church and everything in it was just symbolic, not worth the bricks it was built on. A girl walks up to me, I glance at her, long brown hair, green eyes, tall and slim, like somebody else I used to know. Somebody that it now long gone, no longer part of this world, taken by the dark abyss of death.
"What you thinking about" she asks me, I decide to humour her, got nothing better to do right now.
"Who said anything about thinking?" I reply.
"Nobody, you just had that kind of look on your face" she tells me, laughing a little, despite nothing being funny.
How would she know what kind of look I have on my face, I dont even know the girl! I look her over, Long brown hair, flowing down to her shoulders, sparkling green eyes, nice smile, a pretty girl, but nothing spectacular. Good clothes, meaning she is well kept, not poor at all, no idea what the hell she is doing here though. She sits down at the ar seat next to me, I seem to have forgotten the exact point I invited her to join me.
"So, you hear about that church" She ask's me.
I can hear it in her voice that she has not just asked the question for the sake of it, she knows something about what happened, although what connection she has to the Disciples that were in the church is beyond me, she does not look like the kind of girl who would have anything to do with that king of place.
"Heard a church burnt to the ground, nothing else" I answer, making sure that I dont give away that I am lying, that I know exactly what happened."
"I heard somebody burnt it down" she tells me, a slight hint of accusation in her voice.
"Maybe it was an act of god" I reply.
"Or the Devil" she answers quickly.
Now I know that she knows something, I cant just let this go, I have to find out a way of finding out what she knows. Before I can say anything to her she says the words that I was hoping to hear.
"Here's my number" she says, handing me a small piece of paper, I did not ever see her writing it down. "Name's Roxy, give me a call sometime, maybe we could continue this conversation."
Roxy gets up and leaves, I notice that the whole time she has been in here she has not even bought a drink, she came in here for the sole reason to speak to me.
"Friend of your's?" the woman behind the bar asks.
"Maybe, maybe not"
I sit there, at the bar, my mind races, all the things that have happened recently, all the things that I have achieved. I have made myself inconspicuous, cant stand out after everything that has happened. I wear a crimson hoodie. People shout and laugh, they have no perpose, no reason for to be here, other than to take up space. I block out the hustle and bustle around me, the shouting of people who have lost their mind, succumbed to the temptations that greet them upon entering this mundane domain. The smell of drink drifts through the building. People sit around me, taking a break from their average lives, a life with no meaning, a life that has not attained it's true meaning. They dont bother me, not anymore, I could care less about them, I have other things to think about. I destroyed everything that was ment to be sacred to me. It ment nothing, the church and everything in it was just symbolic, not worth the bricks it was built on. A girl walks up to me, I glance at her, long brown hair, green eyes, tall and slim, like somebody else I used to know. Somebody that it now long gone, no longer part of this world, taken by the dark abyss of death.
"What you thinking about" she asks me, I decide to humour her, got nothing better to do right now.
"Who said anything about thinking?" I reply.
"Nobody, you just had that kind of look on your face" she tells me, laughing a little, despite nothing being funny.
How would she know what kind of look I have on my face, I dont even know the girl! I look her over, Long brown hair, flowing down to her shoulders, sparkling green eyes, nice smile, a pretty girl, but nothing spectacular. Good clothes, meaning she is well kept, not poor at all, no idea what the hell she is doing here though. She sits down at the ar seat next to me, I seem to have forgotten the exact point I invited her to join me.
"So, you hear about that church" She ask's me.
I can hear it in her voice that she has not just asked the question for the sake of it, she knows something about what happened, although what connection she has to the Disciples that were in the church is beyond me, she does not look like the kind of girl who would have anything to do with that king of place.
"Heard a church burnt to the ground, nothing else" I answer, making sure that I dont give away that I am lying, that I know exactly what happened."
"I heard somebody burnt it down" she tells me, a slight hint of accusation in her voice.
"Maybe it was an act of god" I reply.
"Or the Devil" she answers quickly.
Now I know that she knows something, I cant just let this go, I have to find out a way of finding out what she knows. Before I can say anything to her she says the words that I was hoping to hear.
"Here's my number" she says, handing me a small piece of paper, I did not ever see her writing it down. "Name's Roxy, give me a call sometime, maybe we could continue this conversation."
Roxy gets up and leaves, I notice that the whole time she has been in here she has not even bought a drink, she came in here for the sole reason to speak to me.
"Friend of your's?" the woman behind the bar asks.
"Maybe, maybe not"
