Mary Magdalene (christos_anesti) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-08-10 11:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | kane frost, mary magdalene |
WHO: Mary Magdalene & OPEN.
WHAT: Mary is enjoying another sunrise.
WHERE: St. Patrick's Cathedral on 5th Avenue → A random park bench by the Brooklyn Bridge.
WHEN: Early Monday morning, before the sun rise.
RATING: TBD? Depends on who shows up, really.
It was a long walk, but Mary wasn't complaining. The dusk that overcomes the city is therapeutic in a way. Birds are slowly rising from their roosting ledges, and taxis are starting a new shift. Business people wishing to beat the morning rush in the subways are leaving their homes. It's a new day filled with endless possibilities, and a lifetime of choices.
While the threat of the Sins moving out on their own lingered in her mind, Mary left St. Patrick's Cathedral with a renewed sense of purpose. After spending a good two hours praying within the Lady Chapel, Mary felt at peace with herself, and her apprehension. Deciding what comes, comes and can't be stopped, and the Lord will ultimately look after her no matter what.
A serene smile curled on the lips of the saint, as she left the chapel around 5 am, Monsignor Cassidy was entering the chapel. Quite startled that someone was in the chapel before opening hours at 6:30. A kind smile placed the man at ease, as he tried to search his memory for who this figure might be. Mary, however, did not linger long and made her exit of the church. Turning down 5th Avenue, she began to make the trek from St. Patrick's to the Brooklyn Bridge.
While to some that might seem like a long walk, to Mary it was nothing. Spending most of her mortal years traveling from villiage to city to grassy plain preaching the word of the Lord, this walk was nothing. And in less than 45 minutes the woman reached her location, her bench, that she claimed every morning to watch the sunrise over the East River. Dressed in a pair of simple denim jeans that were a few sizes too big, they were worn in beyond compare, a few tears were along the legs, as the edges were frayed, and where they used to be dark denim, were almost faded completely to a pale blue. They were loved, no doubt about that. A red long sleeved shirt hugged the slender curves of the woman as brown ringlets of curls hung around her shoulders.
Laying claim to the bench, she took a seat and awaited for the sun to peek over the tops of the buildings in Brooklyn. Mornings in this area were always very strange, between business men rushing to catch the subway, and health nuts getting their morning run, everyone seemed far too busy to notice a simple person sitting on a bench. However, Mary was an exception, each person that walked, ran, jogged past her would slow down to stare in awe of this woman. Each person that did would be filled with a sense of calm, relief, and peace. It came with being a Saint, Mary had that very calming effect on people. Lips naturally curled into a pleasant smile, which brought smiles to those watching Mary.
This was what made the Saint enjoy every morning spent in this city. The people that while they didn't know it, she could subtly touch with a simple smile.