The approaching party consisted of a fine young lady, dressed in a plaid pantsuit. With long golden curls flowing down the side of her face, her figure resembles that of an hourglass. Her complexion was fair and her stride graceful. She must be their guide, for she had an almost otherworldly luminescence to her.
In our experience, we could recognize such people for they stood out amongst the crowd's of more ordinary people and created a wake as the strode threw the world. You see I myself was a watcher of sorts. This particular young lady and I had met several times in our dealings with Irving's, though in this particular instance I dare not reveal myself. So simply allow me to regale you with the story that is about to unfold.
Flow was her name, her companions Tony and Scott were strange young men indeed. For they were simply following a young lady to her destination, she had invited them as a matter of course. Though unbeknownst to them they had been summoned.
Just as they reached the door, a middle-aged man with hair far too long and no real regard for fashion or authority as he was scantily dressed and lost within his own clothing. Regardless of his overly large size decided to voice an opinion of hesitation to whom he felt where his peers as the party approached the door of Irving's.
"Are you sure about this? This seems a little seedy to me..." Came Scottie's voice, almost as deep as a trembling trombone.
Flow looked at him with kindness, and the sweetest upward glance her green and purple eyes could produce. With a slight smile, a melodious voice heralded from her lips.
"Don't you trust me?" as her long eyelashes blinked and all reason fell from Scottie's mind... This often happens to men when they meet women capable of such acts. Acts of confusion that play not only with a man's heart, body, and mind but also his soul. The most powerful tool of seduction available and she had mastered it so long ago that the grim reaper had forgotten when she had first used it.
"NO! we don't. Yet we can't help being curious." A squeakier voice this time, ringing out from a short skinny boy. Seemingly on the stoop of the onset of puberty though that time had long passed. His glasses held together by tape, his eye's stern, cold, betrayed by the very world he loved and held in the crossest place available to his heart. A playful business attire adorned his bones.
This was Tony, he rarely spoke anything of meaning but when his voice changed you could see the entire world stop and listen for a moment as though his voice was the very command and power of some divine invention. Such a frail creature commanding so much respect.
As whiskers observed this scene from the shadow's he approached them slowly, moved towards them to be undetected. Though this should have been impossible as Flow was meticulously aware of her surroundings, he passed from shadow to shadow. No noise to be heard, no sight to be seen, his black fur hardly appearing as though it absorbed all light.
"Silly creatures." crossed his egotistical mind as he watched their movements and made sure to stay in their shadows.
He sensed something different than the rest, he knew something more, and to him, we were all children.
A gust of wind coming from nowhere picked up all the trash and dust in the alleyway as Flow placed her hand on the brass knocker. It lifted with a squeak, an incredibly heavy piece of metal in the top middle of the door, she threw it back and as it reached it's resting place with fervent force. Enough to cause fear of the impending BANG! it was about to make, it landed ferociously. It should have bounced, the noise should have been piercing, so many things should have happened. Yet none did.
No noise, no bang, no shutter, or whisper. Seconds later the door began squeaking open, time began passing slowly, and when the lot looked around again...
In our experience, we could recognize such people for they stood out amongst the crowd's of more ordinary people and created a wake as the strode threw the world. You see I myself was a watcher of sorts. This particular young lady and I had met several times in our dealings with Irving's, though in this particular instance I dare not reveal myself. So simply allow me to regale you with the story that is about to unfold.
Flow was her name, her companions Tony and Scott were strange young men indeed. For they were simply following a young lady to her destination, she had invited them as a matter of course. Though unbeknownst to them they had been summoned.
Just as they reached the door, a middle-aged man with hair far too long and no real regard for fashion or authority as he was scantily dressed and lost within his own clothing. Regardless of his overly large size decided to voice an opinion of hesitation to whom he felt where his peers as the party approached the door of Irving's.
"Are you sure about this? This seems a little seedy to me..." Came Scottie's voice, almost as deep as a trembling trombone.
Flow looked at him with kindness, and the sweetest upward glance her green and purple eyes could produce. With a slight smile, a melodious voice heralded from her lips.
"Don't you trust me?" as her long eyelashes blinked and all reason fell from Scottie's mind... This often happens to men when they meet women capable of such acts. Acts of confusion that play not only with a man's heart, body, and mind but also his soul. The most powerful tool of seduction available and she had mastered it so long ago that the grim reaper had forgotten when she had first used it.
"NO! we don't. Yet we can't help being curious." A squeakier voice this time, ringing out from a short skinny boy. Seemingly on the stoop of the onset of puberty though that time had long passed. His glasses held together by tape, his eye's stern, cold, betrayed by the very world he loved and held in the crossest place available to his heart. A playful business attire adorned his bones.
This was Tony, he rarely spoke anything of meaning but when his voice changed you could see the entire world stop and listen for a moment as though his voice was the very command and power of some divine invention. Such a frail creature commanding so much respect.
As whiskers observed this scene from the shadow's he approached them slowly, moved towards them to be undetected. Though this should have been impossible as Flow was meticulously aware of her surroundings, he passed from shadow to shadow. No noise to be heard, no sight to be seen, his black fur hardly appearing as though it absorbed all light.
"Silly creatures." crossed his egotistical mind as he watched their movements and made sure to stay in their shadows.
He sensed something different than the rest, he knew something more, and to him, we were all children.
A gust of wind coming from nowhere picked up all the trash and dust in the alleyway as Flow placed her hand on the brass knocker. It lifted with a squeak, an incredibly heavy piece of metal in the top middle of the door, she threw it back and as it reached it's resting place with fervent force. Enough to cause fear of the impending BANG! it was about to make, it landed ferociously. It should have bounced, the noise should have been piercing, so many things should have happened. Yet none did.
No noise, no bang, no shutter, or whisper. Seconds later the door began squeaking open, time began passing slowly, and when the lot looked around again...
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