The Almighty (shhhhh) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-11 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | god |
Who: God
What: Setting LA on fire. Except not really.
When: Wednesday evening.
Where: A bus stop and a payphone.
status/rating: complete/PG
note: This would be the reality of Cordy's Vision. Will only last for a few hours, as it's just meant to be a message.
She kicked the payphone as if She were kicking a mean big kid in the shins. It was good for absolutely nothing. She hadn't really expected it to be at all, but it was still nice to take Her frustration out on something. And she was very frustrated. What with the skeeball man kicking Her out for winning too many prizes, the behaviour of Her subjects, and the overwhelming presence of evil and bad within Los Angeles, there was plenty to be annoyed about. So much wrongness in this city and now that She'd decided to show up here, She was expected to deal with it.
Silly mortals. Expecting Her to clean up their messes and that of Lucifer's escapees. Didn't they realize that She had other things to do?
"Honey, are you trying to call someone?"
She looked up at the woman with Hannah's childlike face and frowned. "It ate my quarter," she answered with a pout and kicked the base of the phone again. The handset fell off it's hook and crashed down to dangle from its cord. She didn't bother to replace it, instead crossing Her arms and going into a perfect childlike sulk. "And I can't call my friends."
"Would you like to try again? Here…" the woman was already digging through her purse, obviously looking for change.
She shook Her head. "No. I've tried three times. It doesn't work. I shoulda just done it the easy way… watch out."
"Watch out?"
She gestured to the shrubs that surrounded either side of the phone booth, which just a few feet away from a bus stop itself. The small box and phone --rarities these days, She had noted—was tucked in between a line of shrubs that strode up and down the residential block. It blocked several front yard fences from view, which would have been fairly obvious otherwise. She pointed to the bushes and looked at the lady. "I saw something in the bushes," She said innocently. It was the easiest thing to say to get the woman to move, and it worked. Mortals were easily made nervous.
She went back to digging through her purse. "Do you know your friend's number, honey?"
"They don't have they kind of numbers numbers. Don't worry." God's face twisted in concentration as She stared at the bushes. It wasn't nearly has hard as she made it out to be. In the end she merely relaxed her face and waved her hand. "I can call them this way."
It was massive. It was sweeping. It was attention grabbing. It was very God. There were no small, winding tendrils of smoke or tiny flames, latching onto whatever they could. No, no, no, and She rolled her eyes at the thought of such theatrics at a time like this. Instead the carefully trimmed shrubbery of Los Angeles burst into flame. It was complete and immediate, and it was all encompassing.
It appeared to be, at least. She surveyed Her handiwork on just this block alone, and nodded in complete satisfaction. It looked real enough and spread throughout the entire city, Her chosen would know what it meant. The burning bush was Her call; Her business card if one pleased. It had worked so well with Moses, She'd never thought to change it. The burning bush appeared and Her angels were supposed to know to find Her. She'd make it easy for them.
Bushes –and some trees—appeared to burn. Heat radiated from the flames, but any mortal who approached would feel no pain. This wasn't about punishment. It was a cry for attention.
Satisfied, She nodded to Herself and turned back to the woman who had offered to help Her. "Thank you for offering to help, Ma'am, but I think I've got it under control. I'm gonna take a walk so they can find me." Which, after slinging her giant teddybear prize over her shoulder, is exactly what She proceeded to do.