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Shadow of Perfection » Places

Places in Shadow of Perfection

This is a list of locations that can be found in Shadow of Perfection.


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Marris

3 posts · 4 characters present · last post 2012-07-22 18:23:28 »

         The Airport shuttle drove for an hour and a half to get them to their destination. Ever since Sam had signed the adoption papers a week before, Aurora avoided talking as much as possible. He was sitting on the front passenger sit, looking at her through the rear view mirror. It looked like she had noticed, but showed no reaction to it. Sam walked stepped out of the vehicle first and helped Aurora do the same. It seemed as if she was like a doll, waiting to be moved according to her master's wishes, but that wasn't what Sam had adopted her for. He wanted her to feel safer around here and he wouldn't relax until he had reached his goal. As for the house, well, it was in a nearly impeccable state, thanks to the housekeepers that came once a week. He'd also arranged groceries and a basic supply of the usual drugs and antibiotics he usually required. After giving the driver a decent tip, he walked towards the main entrance.

((For purposes of storytelling, every dialogue talked in Spanish will be directly translated into English.))

Aurora left both her provisional bags next to the driveway and followed him. Their house was the only one as far as they could see, so it simply didn't seem to matter at that point. Sam, wondering, asked her.

“Do you like the place?” She looked at me with a sense of disbelief and sarcasm.

“It's OK.” Her face looked as if she'd tried to hide excitement for a second or two, but she quickly managed to retract those feelings with a weariness that had been following her ever since hiding the paper. Sam could imagine how afraid she probably was. Afraid of letting herself believe she wouldn't wake up to that trash she was meant to call parents for so long. The kind of insensitive trash that ruins this planet for every decent human being living in it.

“I'm glad you like it.” He opened the door and continued.
“Feel free to look around the house. My room is on the second floor, second door to the right.
I felt you'd like my old room. We can remodel it if you don't like to furniture. It's on the second floor to the left, the last door on the corridor.” The tower, as his family had always called that room, was what used to be a private observatory built by one of his ancestors. It felt like a private apartment of it's own and Sam hoped she would like it.
“I'll be unpacking in my room and then I'll probably make some calls. Feel free to call me, if you need anything. This is your home now, feel free to treat it like that.”

“Yes, OK” She looked at him for a short while and walked directly to the kitchen. Food...! Samuel cursed himself. He had forgotten to give her anything to eat for nearly two days. Working as a doctor in the poor countries makes you ignore hunger much easily. He followed her and looked relieved as he saw fresh stew on the kitchen's stove. Aurora looked for a plate, filled it with a nearly inhumane portion and devoured it. He shouldn't forget to thank Ms. Laurey, the housekeeper for that. A while back, he used to love Ms. Laurey’s home-made stew. It's strange how certain things lose their importance when you grow older. Sam wasn't even really surprised, when he noticed he still wasn't really that hungry after that amount of time. He hadn't been eating that well ever since Germany and he was quite alright with it.

A few hours later, he was just about finished with unpacking everything he'd brought from his trip. He grabbed his worn-out brown leather jacket and looked at it carefully. One had to look twice to make sure brown was it's original color. Ragged as it was, there was nothing more comfortable to wear outside for Samuel. Even if he looked like a homeless guy. Then, he moved slowly down the stairs. The door to Aurora's new room had been left open, but he didn't feel like barging in at this point. Half-way on the stairs, he decided to walk back to his room and grab his old acoustic guitar. After tuning it, he went outside, daylight giving it's last few breaths before night took over, and sat on their small front patio. Checking his pockets, he found a pack of cigarettes and he lit one. At some point, Aurora had walked down the stairs and was standing in front of the door.

“Do you need anything?”

He face looked completely empty of any emotion, but then again, Samuel felt pretty much the same. He couldn't help but leave apathy take over the mood. Aurora turned around and came back with two small glasses of whiskey and a sixteen year old bottle.

“You know, ...” He managed to grin about it.
“The bottle you're holding might be older than you are.”

That was the first second he ever saw her smile. For a second, he could understand what her father must have felt like, she was a beauty in every way, but still. There was something else, something more every time he looked at her. It felt like salvation. His grin turned into a melancholic smile and he grabbed a glass and that half-empty bottle. It was warm and Aurora was sixteen, still... She was no more a child than he was. He didn't feel the authority to tell her what to do.

“Wanna sit down?” He continued, while filling up her glass, she nodded.
((Alex Clare – I won't let you down))
Silence, just until it was about to get dark, and then she said.
“What's gonna happen now? What do you want me to do?”

Aurora was blushing while saying that, the alcohol got to her and it got her hard. Fear crept clearly into her eyes, but maybe that's how dependence looked like. Did he look that way to “her”?... He hoped not. Sam took a sip and lit another cigarette while looking at the floor. Then he looked up and and, trying to hide the insane sadness in his voice, he said.

“What do you want to do?”

“I guess... I'd like to stay here, sitting and maybe have some wine after this one.”
Sam had to admit, that whiskey was nearly 40% alcohol after all these years. It was pretty comical from his point of view. He smiled, this time a little less sad. His eyes turned a little red and watery, but he didn't drop a tear or anything.

“Sounds like a plan if you ask me.”

“...and maybe we could order pizza?”

“What about the stew?” He looked surprised about her asking for pizza after eating so much already.

“It was sooo good, but it's all gone now.” She looked as if you she thought she'd done something wrong. Just like a little puppy would do after breaking a jar. Sam began laughing his ass off. It about a minute for him to answer.

“Mushrooms and onions with extra cheese?”

“Sounds interesting.” Now she was laughing too.

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