danceofchaos (danceofchaos) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-13 10:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | kali |
Who: Kali (closed as a narrative)
Where: Los Angeles, California
When: Tuesday Morning
Rating/Warnings:Thoughts of violence
Note: Blatant reuse of app sample ahead. Just wanted to set up her arrival to NYC later on.
Kali leaned against the wall, feeling the coolness of the cement directly contrast the heat of the fire that raged in front of her. She breathed deeply, taking in the distinct smell of burning flesh.
Eventually the machine finished and the flames were extinguished. She pulled the drawer out and examined the pile of ash. She ran her hand just above the remains, feeling the lingering warmth while never disturbing a single flake. Methodically she transferred the ash from the drawer into a small container, sealing it shut tightly before leaving the room.
Up the stairs, her employer Pradip was taking a phone call. He motioned for her to enter his office and Kali took a seat, the vessel placed firmly in her lap. It was only a short phone call but even then, she felt her patience waning.
"Is that Mr. Gangwar then?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, placing the vessel on his desk.
"Good good. We have two more coming in..."
"I'm leaving," she interrupted.
Pradip started, surprise evident in his face. "You're... you're what?"
"Leaving," she repeated.
"For the day?"
"Forever."
"You... you can't!" he yelled, his dark skin turning slightly red. Not letting her say anything more, he began to rattle off his reasons. All the work they had, that his other workers would not be able to compensate for her workload in addition to their own, that he would not find someone else on such short notice.
As he spoke, Kali simply looked him, imagining all the horrific things she could do to him to end this conversation quickly. He knew nothing. True, this place had held her interest for a while. It's gang wars were fun to dabble in but in the end it was like playing with little green soldier men. They broke too easily.
But now... now something was calling her to the East. And like a man caught in a siren's song she was compelled to follow. She stood up and left him cursing her and threatening to withhold her last paycheck and never knowing how lucky he was. Had it not been for the desire to leave here as quickly as possible, she would have pulled him apart slowly and fed each part to the fires downstairs with glee.