Darklis Tinka (mindblowing) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-19 02:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-30 |
Somebody mixed my medicine
Who: Layla
Where: House of Interest
When: Noon-ish
It was the weirdest thing.
No, really.
For three hours of her shift, the eraser Layla had accidentally knocked off the end of her pencil had just... floated. And not quite in that uncertain, wavering manner that suggested it might fall out of the air, either. It had made itself into a fixed point, about three metres in from the door and half a foot above her head-height. Completely static. People had wandered in and out, with or without purchases, but it wasn't in anyone's line of sight. She had stopped paying attention to it entirely at one point, returning to going through the inventory yet again and reorganising displays when larger items were taken. When she turned back, it was still there, stubbornly stuck in mid-air as some kind of act of defiance.
It was mocking her.
Yeah, because that's what erasers do, Lay. They remind you you're different until you just accept it... Huh. She eyed it suspiciously, reaching to check there was nothing holding it in place besides the already suspected. Not that there was any way that was even possible when it had quite clearly started off on the end of her pencil. It wasn't even that stupid, cylindrical piece of pink rubber that was bugging her, necessarily. It was the fact that nothing else was behaving in a similar manner. The rest of the store was completely still. Including the pen-lids. But then, that was why she had started using the pencil, wasn't it? Because floating lids were irritating and distracting.
"You're doing this. Deliberately," she hissed at it, stood a foot or so away, chin tilted up in a glare. It wasn't an expression often found on Layla's face. She didn't glare at people. She frowned and shouted a bit and -- these days -- stormed off. Perhaps it was just as well that, in this case, the aforementioned glare was mostly only accusatory. Or she would be paying for anything she broke after her defective (not psychic!) subconscious had finished with its temper tantrum. She took a moment to count her blessings over the fact most of the inventory was too heavy for her mind's liking. The rest had been weighed down.
The bell that signalled the front door opening snatched her attention away. Yet another customer -- no, not a customer, a lost tourist -- who failed to notice the tiny act of apparent telekinesis above her head. Unfortunately, she wasn't in a position to give directions anywhere, really. She did not know the town all that well and her version of exploring was deliberately getting lost and accidentally finding somewhere she recognised. An apology was issued and the man complimented her on her manners. Those aren't manners... I just have a different accent. If anything, she sounded a little irate. There was an eraser hovering above her and no one was taking the time to notice except her. It isn't just in my head. It isn't. And swatting at it rather proved that when she came away with it in her palm. Honestly, she expected the rest of the room to return to its usual sense of skewed gravity after that. It didn't. The whole shop just stayed eerily quiet -- which it always was, but there were usually floating anomalies to make matters worse.
Alright, so maybe it really was in her head. In the literal 'my brain argues with the laws of physics' sort of way. But why was she having a quasi-normal day?
Slipping behind the desk, Layla reclaimed her seat and almost carefully set the eraser down in front of her. For a moment she just stared at it, willing it to move. As soon as she took her eyes off it, it pinged off the desk and hit the far wall. Swallowing the heart that had leapt into her mouth, she swore. Maybe it was time to follow Alanna's advice. There were weirder things to put in an ad for. Layla just didn't really want to know what they were.