Post by Admin on Aug 21, 2015 23:14:01 GMT
Something else entirely. I know, it's wrong to make something else while Myra is still unconscious, but I wanted to 'preserve' another something on the forum.
In his office one day, the man met a roach
that he had no idea how to approach.
Yet the bug cleared its throat first,
Wishing to quench its deceptive thirst.
"Simple thoughts pollute the head,"
To the man, the roach said.
"Such is the regression of advancement,"
The man agreed with the roach to relent.
Simon's Ingress
Having paused at the peak of a bump of a dirt hill to scan the forested landscape around him, Simon's eyes met the one thing he had been searching for, just out the passenger-side window. The daunting, beckoning building amongst the far trees. Simon had made it to the school. And with the fading sunset set behind it, the school building sitting on the far hill seemed to almost glow with an etheral light of its own. Thinking only of the possibilities that lay ahead, Simon drove through the remaining, dusty road between him and the school. That school. Probably his last chance at salvation.
Yet, as Simon eased up the driveway lined with nothing more than bare trees that had discarded their loyal leaves to the ground, he spotted a metal gate just ahead of him. He slowed to a stop as he regarded this new, and hopefully last, obstacle illuminated by his car's headlights. Metal, cold bars ending in pointed spears motionlessly blaming the sky above. A name plate next to the gates, naming the building not by its conventional name, but a new one. Of course, the altercation to the school's title had been carried out by the most inexperianced of all people. The old plaque had not been taken out or replaced by a slab of new stone. Instead, a single sturdy sheet of posterboard hung onto the gate by rope that had been tied to the bar above to allow it to effectively overwrite the old name.
According to the posterboard, this isolated establishment was no longer McLone's School for Unfortunate Children. In bright sharpie, it was now, Queen Jade's Kingdom of Class and Nobility.
However, Simon read this as he saw the silhouette of someone croutched by the side of the name post, staring intently at the impenetrable bars of the fence.
For a breif moment, Simon's heart and mind raced in a terrified flurry of thoughts and stifled memories. The boldest thought of all - How has it found me here?
Fortunately, upon a second glance, he realized it was just a normal person. A feminine figure sitting just outside the glow of his headlights. Then, the crouching figure's head lifted from the ground and blinking inquisitively through the headlights at Simon. And suddenly, he recognized her!
Quickly getting out of his seat without having to bother unbuckling, Simon exited the vehicle to see her face to face once again.
"Ashlotte," he called as he came around the hood of the car, stepping into the bright beams of light. He saw her eyes widen and then mouth slowly shift to form her surprised and soft words.
"Simon...it's been a while," she whispered. She didn't move to get up. Her hands were placed in such a way on the bars of the fence that it reminded Simon of looking at a pitiful prisoner whose hands were fastened to the very thing gaurding their repressed freedom.
"Since the parking lot...How did you manage to get out here so far? Without a car, I mean," Simon asked, gesturing around them at the empty woods.
"Oh, I walked. It took a while, though," her voice faltered a little, then brightened a bit when she spoke again, "But-but I think it was worth it...f-finally finding some answers after all this time."
"Answers? About the revelation? Jade really knew things-"
"Queen Jade," Ashlotte interrupted, cutting him off louder than usual. Then her face quickly turned back to the ground and gazed at the bars in front of her and quitely said, "She doesn't like it when...well...you call her anything less than that."
"Oh, okay then," Simon said and waited, but when she just continued to stare at the cold bars and caress their metal surfaces with her hands which were partially hidden by her flowing jet black hair, he continued. "So then, why are you still out here? Shouldn't you be indoors what with the night things?"
"Oh, right," she murmured absent mindedly and sighed, lowering her head slowly. "Y-you can go on ahead. I'm sure they'll let you in alright, they did for me. J-just don't bring that car."
She said, gesturing with one hand towards the driveway beyond the gate which Simon noticed was covered with nails and various puncturing things.
"All right," Simon said, noticing her blatant indicators of lying or hiding something from him. "Really though, Ashlotte. The days are getting shorter; nights long and dark. And not just because of fall. It's getting much worse."
"...Then be careful, S-Simon." The statement sounded final.
"...I probably won't need this car anymore. You can take it," Simon left her with that. He walked over to the car, turned it off, and purposefully left the keys in the ignition. Walking to the gate, he found it had no lock, nothing stopping him from entering. Before he opened it and slipped through, he turned back to the lonely figure still crouched by the fence and said, "Don't listen to what the roaches say. Don't let them in."
"Easy for you to say."
Simon left Ashlotte to examining the fence. Once on the other side of the great McLone/Jade gate, Simon noticed just how peaceful and uneasy everything felt. An overgrown lawn, empty circular parking lot that rounded off at the front enterance of the mansionlike dormitory and school. Sparse trees, hanging low and dark in the dim light of the late twilight.
And now, gazing at the school itself, so close to its great walls, he noticed dim glows coming from each of the windows. Candles? Or could it really be electricity? Simon thought that most mechanical appliances and electricity had soon gone out after the Revelation, but there were always exceptions to the rules. Always. Nothing stayed the same, and most of the time, things rotted quickly. Roaches, insects, and rot in and on and around everything from houses to mechanics to trees. But here, the effects of the Revelation seemed to slow; not stop, but slow. Definately slow.
The shadowed trees within the confines of the metal fence stooped and moped but did not die like the ones outside. These branches clung half heartedly at the air around them, trunks hunched like old men lying on their death bed, grasping at the lack of oxygen around them. All around them. So why do they fall this way and that, shove away any hope of continuing, lose the will to see the sun again? Can Jade somehow... control the effects, the regression of all things?
Crunching his way up to the front steps, Simon managed to strain out one last thought before a bag was suddenly pulled over his head by an unseen assailant. What is that shadow coming up behind me?
Then black as the scratchy sack blotted out any sense of sight he had had.
"What is your purpose here?" the unseen voice spoke gruffly and curtly. Whoever it was now pulled Simon harshly to his knees; he went along willingly. He wasn't looking to struggle just yet.
Through the cloth, he cleared his throat slowly, "I request an appointment with Ja - Queen Jade."
The gruff voice answered with an unnerving smile Simon could only imagine,"Booked for the day. You'll have to wait."
Right after 'wait', Simon was clumsily clobbered over the head by something very hard and painful. The voice muttered a curse under his breath as well as something like 'thing slipped right out my hand'.
Simon spoke with a slightly raised voice and less patience than before, "Damnit, that hurt!! What the hell are you doing?!"
To which the voice spoke again, "Sorry, off my game today."
Before Simon could retaliate, there was a brief moment of even more intense pain in his skull, then lights out for him.
In his office one day, the man met a roach
that he had no idea how to approach.
Yet the bug cleared its throat first,
Wishing to quench its deceptive thirst.
"Simple thoughts pollute the head,"
To the man, the roach said.
"Such is the regression of advancement,"
The man agreed with the roach to relent.
Simon's Ingress
Having paused at the peak of a bump of a dirt hill to scan the forested landscape around him, Simon's eyes met the one thing he had been searching for, just out the passenger-side window. The daunting, beckoning building amongst the far trees. Simon had made it to the school. And with the fading sunset set behind it, the school building sitting on the far hill seemed to almost glow with an etheral light of its own. Thinking only of the possibilities that lay ahead, Simon drove through the remaining, dusty road between him and the school. That school. Probably his last chance at salvation.
Yet, as Simon eased up the driveway lined with nothing more than bare trees that had discarded their loyal leaves to the ground, he spotted a metal gate just ahead of him. He slowed to a stop as he regarded this new, and hopefully last, obstacle illuminated by his car's headlights. Metal, cold bars ending in pointed spears motionlessly blaming the sky above. A name plate next to the gates, naming the building not by its conventional name, but a new one. Of course, the altercation to the school's title had been carried out by the most inexperianced of all people. The old plaque had not been taken out or replaced by a slab of new stone. Instead, a single sturdy sheet of posterboard hung onto the gate by rope that had been tied to the bar above to allow it to effectively overwrite the old name.
According to the posterboard, this isolated establishment was no longer McLone's School for Unfortunate Children. In bright sharpie, it was now, Queen Jade's Kingdom of Class and Nobility.
However, Simon read this as he saw the silhouette of someone croutched by the side of the name post, staring intently at the impenetrable bars of the fence.
For a breif moment, Simon's heart and mind raced in a terrified flurry of thoughts and stifled memories. The boldest thought of all - How has it found me here?
Fortunately, upon a second glance, he realized it was just a normal person. A feminine figure sitting just outside the glow of his headlights. Then, the crouching figure's head lifted from the ground and blinking inquisitively through the headlights at Simon. And suddenly, he recognized her!
Quickly getting out of his seat without having to bother unbuckling, Simon exited the vehicle to see her face to face once again.
"Ashlotte," he called as he came around the hood of the car, stepping into the bright beams of light. He saw her eyes widen and then mouth slowly shift to form her surprised and soft words.
"Simon...it's been a while," she whispered. She didn't move to get up. Her hands were placed in such a way on the bars of the fence that it reminded Simon of looking at a pitiful prisoner whose hands were fastened to the very thing gaurding their repressed freedom.
"Since the parking lot...How did you manage to get out here so far? Without a car, I mean," Simon asked, gesturing around them at the empty woods.
"Oh, I walked. It took a while, though," her voice faltered a little, then brightened a bit when she spoke again, "But-but I think it was worth it...f-finally finding some answers after all this time."
"Answers? About the revelation? Jade really knew things-"
"Queen Jade," Ashlotte interrupted, cutting him off louder than usual. Then her face quickly turned back to the ground and gazed at the bars in front of her and quitely said, "She doesn't like it when...well...you call her anything less than that."
"Oh, okay then," Simon said and waited, but when she just continued to stare at the cold bars and caress their metal surfaces with her hands which were partially hidden by her flowing jet black hair, he continued. "So then, why are you still out here? Shouldn't you be indoors what with the night things?"
"Oh, right," she murmured absent mindedly and sighed, lowering her head slowly. "Y-you can go on ahead. I'm sure they'll let you in alright, they did for me. J-just don't bring that car."
She said, gesturing with one hand towards the driveway beyond the gate which Simon noticed was covered with nails and various puncturing things.
"All right," Simon said, noticing her blatant indicators of lying or hiding something from him. "Really though, Ashlotte. The days are getting shorter; nights long and dark. And not just because of fall. It's getting much worse."
"...Then be careful, S-Simon." The statement sounded final.
"...I probably won't need this car anymore. You can take it," Simon left her with that. He walked over to the car, turned it off, and purposefully left the keys in the ignition. Walking to the gate, he found it had no lock, nothing stopping him from entering. Before he opened it and slipped through, he turned back to the lonely figure still crouched by the fence and said, "Don't listen to what the roaches say. Don't let them in."
"Easy for you to say."
Simon left Ashlotte to examining the fence. Once on the other side of the great McLone/Jade gate, Simon noticed just how peaceful and uneasy everything felt. An overgrown lawn, empty circular parking lot that rounded off at the front enterance of the mansionlike dormitory and school. Sparse trees, hanging low and dark in the dim light of the late twilight.
And now, gazing at the school itself, so close to its great walls, he noticed dim glows coming from each of the windows. Candles? Or could it really be electricity? Simon thought that most mechanical appliances and electricity had soon gone out after the Revelation, but there were always exceptions to the rules. Always. Nothing stayed the same, and most of the time, things rotted quickly. Roaches, insects, and rot in and on and around everything from houses to mechanics to trees. But here, the effects of the Revelation seemed to slow; not stop, but slow. Definately slow.
The shadowed trees within the confines of the metal fence stooped and moped but did not die like the ones outside. These branches clung half heartedly at the air around them, trunks hunched like old men lying on their death bed, grasping at the lack of oxygen around them. All around them. So why do they fall this way and that, shove away any hope of continuing, lose the will to see the sun again? Can Jade somehow... control the effects, the regression of all things?
Crunching his way up to the front steps, Simon managed to strain out one last thought before a bag was suddenly pulled over his head by an unseen assailant. What is that shadow coming up behind me?
Then black as the scratchy sack blotted out any sense of sight he had had.
"What is your purpose here?" the unseen voice spoke gruffly and curtly. Whoever it was now pulled Simon harshly to his knees; he went along willingly. He wasn't looking to struggle just yet.
Through the cloth, he cleared his throat slowly, "I request an appointment with Ja - Queen Jade."
The gruff voice answered with an unnerving smile Simon could only imagine,"Booked for the day. You'll have to wait."
Right after 'wait', Simon was clumsily clobbered over the head by something very hard and painful. The voice muttered a curse under his breath as well as something like 'thing slipped right out my hand'.
Simon spoke with a slightly raised voice and less patience than before, "Damnit, that hurt!! What the hell are you doing?!"
To which the voice spoke again, "Sorry, off my game today."
Before Simon could retaliate, there was a brief moment of even more intense pain in his skull, then lights out for him.