Post by Sister Angeleanna on Sept 12, 2008 2:55:45 GMT -7
Time: 8:46 PM
Date: August 9th, 2008
Place: BPRD Rooftop
Status: Tag Sol, starting off closed for now.
Sitting slightly hunched in an awkward attempt to fold her five foot eleven frame into a desk built for someone smaller, the nun squinted in the flickering light above her as she traced a fingers across the text of her bible. Every time the light spasm, she paused and attempted to readjust to the lower light before it brightened suddenly, blurring her vision. Angel rubbed the crook of her finger under her right eye before she glanced up at the taunting light bulb she had replaced no less then an hour ago. “You’re not going to give up are you?” A smile twitched the corners of her mouth up and she shook her head in mocking reproach. “All right, I can see when we both need a break of each other.”
The metal chair scrapped none too pleasantly against the cement floor and the nun closed her bible, slipping the ribbon bookmark in place and pushed herself up, leaning against the desk to do so. Her quarters were small and simple, she had been given a room to stay in and do with as she pleased but it had remained the same sterile off white walls with the basic supply of furniture. It was more then she could ask for and what use would she really have with extra things? A life devoid of worldly goods did that to a person and it bothered Angel not the least bit. Life was much more simpler, with more time to devote to the true necessities in life. Gathering up her bible, she pressed it her chest as she shook the crumpled folds of her habit with her free hand.
With a quick look around Angeleanna exited her quarters and flicked the obtrusive light off. She casually made her way through the web of hallways and corridors, stopping briefly to read over an interesting item in the endless glass cabinets before taking to the stairs. While the elevator was faster, a good walk never hurt and two flights of stairs she slipped through a door. She was pretty sure the library was on this floor and if not, she was perfectly pleased with wherever it took her. The level seemed quieter then the others to the point she could hear her own breathing and above it, a faint noise resonated past her own head and she turned slightly at the curious note. The nun reached for the first door that she could see through the open window to be a simple room with a large table in it. She jingled the handle lightly and her brows knitted as she moved to the next door and the next, all of them locked.
Sighing, the nun returned to the stairs to try the next floor and as she climbed, the faint noise she had previously heard became louder and more distinct. Standing in the stairwell she leaned slightly over the rail to look up at the dizzying staircase that twisted up. The music floated down in soothing whispers and Angel closed her eyes to let the image of what instrument was playing rise from the depths of her memory. A guitar was too strong, a violin had a longer mournful edge and usually the surrealty of strings seemed to go hand in hand with a harp. The nun opened her eyes, that’s what it was. Shifting her hold on her bible, she gathered a fold of her habit to make walking up the steps easier and followed the striking notes as if led on a string.
She couldn’t blame her nosiness on anyone but herself and that needed working on. The sound drew at old happy memories but it was her own mind that made her follow, up the staircase to the rooftop door. The door was slightly ajar letting the music slip through the crack. Who on earth would up here at this time? The nun rested her palm against the door and pushed soundly. It creaked slightly but swung easily to bang lightly against its door jam. The light above the door was harsh and she raised a hand to cover her eyes, squinting through her fingers. A blurred shadowy figure stood across the span of the rooftop haloed slightly by the light in her eyes. Angeleanna took a step forward and to the side, slowly lowering her hand to watch the previously blurry figure narrow into a solid frame. She couldn’t quite make out who it was as she readjusted to the dusky sky but smiled nonetheless at the faint breeze that swept through the open space. The burst of fresh air was wonderful and she broke from the doorway, the light falling on her back as she lifted her head to take in the sparse stars. She tucked the careworn bible to her chest and hugged it warmly in both hands.
“Good evening,” she called out cheerfully to the person as the music of the harp swelled into the air.
Date: August 9th, 2008
Place: BPRD Rooftop
Status: Tag Sol, starting off closed for now.
Sitting slightly hunched in an awkward attempt to fold her five foot eleven frame into a desk built for someone smaller, the nun squinted in the flickering light above her as she traced a fingers across the text of her bible. Every time the light spasm, she paused and attempted to readjust to the lower light before it brightened suddenly, blurring her vision. Angel rubbed the crook of her finger under her right eye before she glanced up at the taunting light bulb she had replaced no less then an hour ago. “You’re not going to give up are you?” A smile twitched the corners of her mouth up and she shook her head in mocking reproach. “All right, I can see when we both need a break of each other.”
The metal chair scrapped none too pleasantly against the cement floor and the nun closed her bible, slipping the ribbon bookmark in place and pushed herself up, leaning against the desk to do so. Her quarters were small and simple, she had been given a room to stay in and do with as she pleased but it had remained the same sterile off white walls with the basic supply of furniture. It was more then she could ask for and what use would she really have with extra things? A life devoid of worldly goods did that to a person and it bothered Angel not the least bit. Life was much more simpler, with more time to devote to the true necessities in life. Gathering up her bible, she pressed it her chest as she shook the crumpled folds of her habit with her free hand.
With a quick look around Angeleanna exited her quarters and flicked the obtrusive light off. She casually made her way through the web of hallways and corridors, stopping briefly to read over an interesting item in the endless glass cabinets before taking to the stairs. While the elevator was faster, a good walk never hurt and two flights of stairs she slipped through a door. She was pretty sure the library was on this floor and if not, she was perfectly pleased with wherever it took her. The level seemed quieter then the others to the point she could hear her own breathing and above it, a faint noise resonated past her own head and she turned slightly at the curious note. The nun reached for the first door that she could see through the open window to be a simple room with a large table in it. She jingled the handle lightly and her brows knitted as she moved to the next door and the next, all of them locked.
Sighing, the nun returned to the stairs to try the next floor and as she climbed, the faint noise she had previously heard became louder and more distinct. Standing in the stairwell she leaned slightly over the rail to look up at the dizzying staircase that twisted up. The music floated down in soothing whispers and Angel closed her eyes to let the image of what instrument was playing rise from the depths of her memory. A guitar was too strong, a violin had a longer mournful edge and usually the surrealty of strings seemed to go hand in hand with a harp. The nun opened her eyes, that’s what it was. Shifting her hold on her bible, she gathered a fold of her habit to make walking up the steps easier and followed the striking notes as if led on a string.
She couldn’t blame her nosiness on anyone but herself and that needed working on. The sound drew at old happy memories but it was her own mind that made her follow, up the staircase to the rooftop door. The door was slightly ajar letting the music slip through the crack. Who on earth would up here at this time? The nun rested her palm against the door and pushed soundly. It creaked slightly but swung easily to bang lightly against its door jam. The light above the door was harsh and she raised a hand to cover her eyes, squinting through her fingers. A blurred shadowy figure stood across the span of the rooftop haloed slightly by the light in her eyes. Angeleanna took a step forward and to the side, slowly lowering her hand to watch the previously blurry figure narrow into a solid frame. She couldn’t quite make out who it was as she readjusted to the dusky sky but smiled nonetheless at the faint breeze that swept through the open space. The burst of fresh air was wonderful and she broke from the doorway, the light falling on her back as she lifted her head to take in the sparse stars. She tucked the careworn bible to her chest and hugged it warmly in both hands.
“Good evening,” she called out cheerfully to the person as the music of the harp swelled into the air.