Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 3:31:07 GMT
She adored the height, the wind and even more the fraudulent sense of superiority when she looks down. The docks were always crowded, with workers if not the large metal containers, stacked against and on top of each other. The dully coloured units seemed ginormous in contrast to her figure, but that just made Cassiopeia stand out even more, sitting atop the tallest box on the outermost edge of the area. Pale and fragile like a misplaced doll.
Or perhaps more of a sprite, with her porcelain complexion and flowing white hair. A shame that none of the dock workers have the leisure to actually look up and be spooked.
Streetlights came on as the sun started disappearing behind the horizon, gorgeous, maybe, in a lurid, melodramatic way, but the darkness had stopped bothering her awhile ago. There was no window in the casino, and she simply couldn’t deny herself the magnificent view - the only excuse she'd have, if anyone even thinks of asking.
Now if she could only remember which one of these boxes underneath was hers.
"Miss Malloy."
The monotone voice rang out from behind the female sitting atop the container, white hair flying in the breeze. "Leslie" stopped a few feet away from his (temporary) superior, hands shoved deep inside his pockets. His eyes were sunken, brow forever furrowed in an expression of perpetual irritation, posture somewhat slumped. And yet, there was a tense air about him, as if he was ready to tackle someone at the smallest movement.
Knowing Cassiopeia had most likely forgotten which container was theirs, Leslie sighed and drew a hand out to run it through his hair before speaking up again. "The dark green container to your upper right, Miss Malloy," he informed her, shoving his hand back into the recesses of his pocket. "I do hope you remember its contents."
Look how easily the muddy shade blended in with the others, even though that was the point of it, one of these days she’d get them in every colour of the rainbow, maybe just a rainbow-coloured one.
“Ah, yes, of course.” She nodded to herself, heels knocking on the side of the unit mindlessly as her head lolled back, “But let’s say that I don’t, just for fun. What do you think it’s in there? I don’t have a prize with me, though, unless you want a kiss.” A coy smile flashed across her face before Cassiopeia looked back at the container. Her mood not the slightest bit dampened by the secretary's solemn face.
Furniture. Jeweller. Dolls. Paintings. And plenty of nice little surprises tucked around every nook and cranny, but knowing just made things boring. The thrill of the illegitimacy of it was what kept her going for as long as she had. “Come Leslie dear, let’s go make sure they haven’t broken anything.” Palms pushed against the edge and Cassiopeia hopped off the heights, knees bending as she landed too lightly on the concrete beneath them.
Or perhaps more of a sprite, with her porcelain complexion and flowing white hair. A shame that none of the dock workers have the leisure to actually look up and be spooked.
Streetlights came on as the sun started disappearing behind the horizon, gorgeous, maybe, in a lurid, melodramatic way, but the darkness had stopped bothering her awhile ago. There was no window in the casino, and she simply couldn’t deny herself the magnificent view - the only excuse she'd have, if anyone even thinks of asking.
Now if she could only remember which one of these boxes underneath was hers.
"Miss Malloy."
The monotone voice rang out from behind the female sitting atop the container, white hair flying in the breeze. "Leslie" stopped a few feet away from his (temporary) superior, hands shoved deep inside his pockets. His eyes were sunken, brow forever furrowed in an expression of perpetual irritation, posture somewhat slumped. And yet, there was a tense air about him, as if he was ready to tackle someone at the smallest movement.
Knowing Cassiopeia had most likely forgotten which container was theirs, Leslie sighed and drew a hand out to run it through his hair before speaking up again. "The dark green container to your upper right, Miss Malloy," he informed her, shoving his hand back into the recesses of his pocket. "I do hope you remember its contents."
Look how easily the muddy shade blended in with the others, even though that was the point of it, one of these days she’d get them in every colour of the rainbow, maybe just a rainbow-coloured one.
“Ah, yes, of course.” She nodded to herself, heels knocking on the side of the unit mindlessly as her head lolled back, “But let’s say that I don’t, just for fun. What do you think it’s in there? I don’t have a prize with me, though, unless you want a kiss.” A coy smile flashed across her face before Cassiopeia looked back at the container. Her mood not the slightest bit dampened by the secretary's solemn face.
Furniture. Jeweller. Dolls. Paintings. And plenty of nice little surprises tucked around every nook and cranny, but knowing just made things boring. The thrill of the illegitimacy of it was what kept her going for as long as she had. “Come Leslie dear, let’s go make sure they haven’t broken anything.” Palms pushed against the edge and Cassiopeia hopped off the heights, knees bending as she landed too lightly on the concrete beneath them.
@leslie
