Cheila Elias (importedair) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-04-04 01:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-14, caelia, cheila |
Still I wish that I were stronger
Who: Caelia & Cheila
Where: Caelia's condo
When: Morning
Having a car pick her up without her having to stand by the road with her arm out and a hopeful smile on her face felt rather odd. Cheila understood the purpose of a taxi service. She was not quite that detached. It just... felt strange. And it wasn’t that she was at all ungrateful, but she preferred to walk. That way she knew more or less where she was going (that is to say, the direction her feet were taking her) and her familiar had the luxury of being able to fly around. At present, she was sat in a car with a man who had stared at her long enough to make even Cheila wonder if there was something not altogether right with him and who was now staring at both her and Lala in the mirror. ‘I don’t like him. And I don’t like travelling like this. It would be easier if I just followed the car.’ Maybe. But I’d rather you stayed with me. She did not mistrust the driver, exactly. He was just starting to look at her in a very specific way that held no positive connotations for her and it was making her uncomfortable. “Excuse me? I--... Is it much further?” No, not much further. Good. It was nice of him to drive her here, but-- ‘It’s alright. We can get out now.’ But he was going to have to wait there a moment longer, because Cheila didn’t have any money to pay him.
Staring at the door - Is he sure this is the right-- ‘Yes, daydreamer.’ - she fidgeted with her bracelets, clutching her hoodie to her chest. It had those buttons that you pressed and talked at. The last time she had tried using those it had taken over half an hour before someone thought to just do it for her. But she had been doing it wrong then. Locating the right button, she pushed it and leaned closer to the wall. “Hello? Um... Am I doing this right? Caelia?” She felt a little silly talking to the wall.
A few seconds later, she repeated the message, this time letting go of the button. She really couldn’t remember which was the right way to do it.