mmmmaniacal (insania) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-03 20:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | mania |
It's Skinhead Sooty with a killer xylophone!
Who: Mania and OPEN
Where: An alley, somewhere in Hell's Kitchen
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: Does crazy count?
So, once upon a time, there was a girl called-- Well, it's probably not important what her name was. Chances are it wasn't her real one. She wasn't even a real girl, to be honest, and she wouldn't have put her money on the once or the time, either. But she was; that part she was sure of for most of the time, at least.
And she'd been contented, for a time. True, a psychiatric ward might seem to some an unlikely place to find pleasure, but Mania had always been drawn to her people. The voices in their heads called to her; the fractured shards of their psyches glittered ever so prettily, like bits of shell and glass scattered along the beach, they begged to be gathered up in her skirts. But then one day, one day she'd tasted a thunderstorm, all grey and ominous with a hint of showdown -- or maybe she'd been watching the Weather Channel -- and she knew the time had come for her to move on from the Long Island hospital she'd made her home.
Thing is, she'd forgotten just how much muchness there was in the world beyond those sterile walls and broken souls, and no sooner had she set foot on Manhattan soil than she'd found herself... sidetracked.
There were the computers, for one thing. Mania didn't know how her family had gotten themselves inside the internet, but she thought that somebody really ought to get them out of there. But the computer turned all smoke and sparks when she tried, and her hand tingled unpleasantly where it had plunged through the monitor and then there was shouting and she had to leave the store.
Then she had been going to get married but Heracles said no and Deimos said no and Ares said no and the girl selling juice said no. And then a guy on the street said yes but she got so excited when he said it that she hugged his brain a little too hard and after that things were a little curly for a while.
But she was better now, and that was the point! She'd known today was going to be a good one from the moment she woke up in a back-alley dumpster, all cosy beneath her very own blanket of old papers, rotting food and discarded trash. It seemed a shame to leave it, but the sun had glared down at her so insistently. It was always best to do what the sun wanted on the Sun's Day. And so, reluctantly, Mania had rolled out of her makeshift bed, and it was a good thing she had, too, because what had come tumbling out after her? Why, a perfectly serviceable, only slightly dented cake tin, that's what! Just waiting to be filled up with cake! If that wasn't a message of hope if she'd ever seen one.
Now, it was true that Mania had none of the ingredients necessary to bake a cake, nor the oven to bake it in, nor a kitchen in which to prepare it. But Mania had never been one to let herself be held back by such foolish things as logic. Rather, she drummed her ragged, multi-coloured fingernails against the metal side of the tin and bit down thoughtfully on her lip, wondering if any of these dumpsters might contain cocoa or self-raising flour.