B.L.I.N.D.F.O.L.D (eyelessoracle) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-12-03 17:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | blindfold |
Who: Ruth Aldine/Blindfold
When: Afternoon Dec. 3
Where: Uncommon Grounds; Mutant Town
What: Ruth has a premonition and it doesn't end well. Alludes to the death of Hemlock
Ruth ventured out when it pleased her to do so, aware at times she was becoming more and more a recluse as time went on. She couldn't expect darling Lorna to continue to look after her as though she were an invalid forever, or to be willing to keep her company in spite of everything the girl herself was going through. It simply wasn't feasible and even she knew that. So she had come out to Mutant Town in hopes of sampling something of its wares, seeing she could manage to get along amongst the questionably normal folks that made up its populace.
Some of them still reacted to her warily, no more accepting of her blindness than any 'normal' human. Ironic. An outcast among outcasts. She could only speculate what they would think should they see she was not truly blind, but totally without eyes all together. How would they react then? Would they draw in their breath in disgust the way so many others had over the years? It was a distressing thing to even consider. Ruth pushed the thought away and stopped a random passerby if he would be willing to direct her to the coffee shop, Uncommon Grounds.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as he took her in, marking the cane in her hand, the dark sunglasses, the orientation of her head being not quite toward him as if she were unwilling to make eye contact with him. What did he look like? Was he uncomfortable with women?
Ruth skimmed across his public mind and found a few things which would have made her unhappy had he said them aloud. Yes, she was blind, no she was not incapable of finding her own way. Bidding him good day, she keep moving. She could find the place through others without asking easily enough and she did exactly that, finding her way into the coffee shop and settling in at an unoccupied table in a corner.
It was not near the window and close to the exit, at least some of Wisdom's training was sinking in. She balanced her cane against her knee and took out the book she brought with her, settling it onto the table in front of her. Then she started to read.
One of the tenders showed up to ask if she wanted a coffee or something and she simply waved him off. It wasn't necessary, she was just there to relax. A coffee would be fine, later, when she was ready to go venturing back out into the cold.
A tremble invaded her fingertips only moments after the footsteps of the coffee boy faded from her ears. Or maybe they'd disappeared because she was somewhere else. Somewhere darker, louder and quieter at the same time. Her hands were shaking because her arms were shaking and they were covered in blood. She could smell it in her nostrils, the thick coppery smell. Ruth couldn't help an absentminded snort/sneeze in attempt to get that scent out of her face. There was something else, the scent of hair and she knew that smell. Knew the person it belonged to. Wisdom's creature, the wild one, the leashed monster.
The name of the person she was inhabiting, the person dying, came to her mind easily and she muttered it aloud. "Charlotte."
"Oh, Lotte, Ah'm sorry." The vision cleared, the smell still there as a memory, the awareness complete. right along with the knowledge there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. She pressed her forehead to the book, and wished to change the world for the better. A futile wish. Completely and totally.