[fic] futuristic orange: gravity visor PART FOUR
part four of FUTURISTIC ORANGE: GRAVITY VISOR
yadda. unedited. at all. sooo...
section four「Emilline」
Early in the morning is when Emilline recieves her daily allowance from the butler of her removed brother-in-law's family. It is this daily allowance that pays for her food and clothes and a a little extra expenditure. Everything else, like condo rent, electricity, and gas, are completely covered by said family. Ever since he killed her sister, Emilline has been living this way as bribery for her silence.
"Have a good day, Madam Cains," the butler said before he turned and quickly left. Without another wandering thought, Emilline took a shower and dressed herself up in stereotypical old woman fashion.
An old café across the street from her condo's building served her perfect brunch: black tea served with red delicious apples and a choice of sandwich. Emilline always picked the plain one, with just bread and butter, because the fact was that she was getting old, and wasn't able to stomach everything.
But apples, especially red delicious, were the one thing she was never going to give up on. Even if she had to get dentures, she'd cut the apple into bite-sized pieces and eat it that way. Emilline was much more determined and stubborn than the average old woman.
After brunch, she went on her daily walk, having short conversations between the people she saw daily:
"Ah, good morning, Dahlia! I saw your granddaughter the other day; she's growing up quite beautifully!" She nodded in slow motion as she spoke quick words.
"Yes, yes! Her hair is as flawless as her mother's!"
In the afternoon, Emilline often visited the local art gallery. This particular visit was hassled by art haters, who were hating the painting of an unpopular artist. Saying things like:
"What awful strokes! It's all chunky, and what's that smell? Did he use rotton cheese or something?" And then they all laughed.
Emilline crossed her arms and walked up to the group of three men, her brows knit and her face blushing. "Take that back! You're not even close to the kind of art this man makes! Get out, you have nothing to do with this building."
The men gave her dirty glares and then looked at the deskman, who glared right back. "Che, no fun. Let's go somewhere else," one of them said, and they left.
A man approached Emilline, he was youthful and covered in paint. "Thank you, Ma'am. I'm the artist of that painting and... thank you." He bowed once and then gave Emilline his card. "I'd like to treat you to dinner some time." As soon as his words were spoken he practically ran out.
"Was that really the artist?" Emilline asked the deskman.
"I don't know. He comes often, but I've never personally seen him drop of art."
When Emilline exited the art gallery, a wad of Plank Officers pushed past her, mumbling something about a milky painting.
Later that afternoon, Emilline visited her favorite park and sat down next to some girls who were giggling. She ended up laughing, too.
There were some youth who still held the vibrance youth should, but there were still very many who lived depressed lives. Emilline knew, from reading many old news papers and from talking with the elderly when she was young, the kind of parenting skills which were so common before the Shift had evolved into something more selfish and the relationship between parents and their children had become much more delicate.
This poor parenting resulted in generations of depressed children, which in turn produced more depressed children. While it was once rare to see a soppingly depressed child, it is now rare to find one still innocent by age ten.
When the youth had left, behind them was a mass of wrappers and garbage. Emilline stared at it for a while until a park ranger came by to clean it up.
"Are youth always making messes?" she asked him. He looked up from his work, sighed, and took a seat next to her.
"Most do. There haven't even been a handful who actually throw their garbage away, even when it's right next to them. They prefer to either leave it on the ground, or, if it's gravity was taken away, toss it off a plank."
"I see..."
The ranger leaned back into the bench and looked up at the Earth's soil. What else was there to do when one looked up? "I often wonder why we became like this. Why did our gravity suddenly reverse, and why are there still humans stuck here on Earth trying to scrape out something of a life? I mean, when you wonder around as much as a park ranger does, you start to pick out patterns of people, and you start to become surrounded by a monotonous society... and everything looses its meaning. Everyone is the same as everyone else; how did we become so sheltered? Humans were doing so well before the Shift. Why? Why did it happen?"
To Emilline, his questions sounded genuine. Like they were more than simple mind stimulant. He honestly wondered the same thoughts, and he honestly wanted an answer. Before she could say something, he got up and left, and she sincerely hoped he wouldn't jump off a plank.
As the sun began to set, Emilline slowly made her way back to her condo, deciding to get ready for her carnival trip with the young blue-haired youth.
yadda. unedited. at all. sooo...
section four「Emilline」
Early in the morning is when Emilline recieves her daily allowance from the butler of her removed brother-in-law's family. It is this daily allowance that pays for her food and clothes and a a little extra expenditure. Everything else, like condo rent, electricity, and gas, are completely covered by said family. Ever since he killed her sister, Emilline has been living this way as bribery for her silence.
"Have a good day, Madam Cains," the butler said before he turned and quickly left. Without another wandering thought, Emilline took a shower and dressed herself up in stereotypical old woman fashion.
An old café across the street from her condo's building served her perfect brunch: black tea served with red delicious apples and a choice of sandwich. Emilline always picked the plain one, with just bread and butter, because the fact was that she was getting old, and wasn't able to stomach everything.
But apples, especially red delicious, were the one thing she was never going to give up on. Even if she had to get dentures, she'd cut the apple into bite-sized pieces and eat it that way. Emilline was much more determined and stubborn than the average old woman.
After brunch, she went on her daily walk, having short conversations between the people she saw daily:
"Ah, good morning, Dahlia! I saw your granddaughter the other day; she's growing up quite beautifully!" She nodded in slow motion as she spoke quick words.
"Yes, yes! Her hair is as flawless as her mother's!"
In the afternoon, Emilline often visited the local art gallery. This particular visit was hassled by art haters, who were hating the painting of an unpopular artist. Saying things like:
"What awful strokes! It's all chunky, and what's that smell? Did he use rotton cheese or something?" And then they all laughed.
Emilline crossed her arms and walked up to the group of three men, her brows knit and her face blushing. "Take that back! You're not even close to the kind of art this man makes! Get out, you have nothing to do with this building."
The men gave her dirty glares and then looked at the deskman, who glared right back. "Che, no fun. Let's go somewhere else," one of them said, and they left.
A man approached Emilline, he was youthful and covered in paint. "Thank you, Ma'am. I'm the artist of that painting and... thank you." He bowed once and then gave Emilline his card. "I'd like to treat you to dinner some time." As soon as his words were spoken he practically ran out.
"Was that really the artist?" Emilline asked the deskman.
"I don't know. He comes often, but I've never personally seen him drop of art."
When Emilline exited the art gallery, a wad of Plank Officers pushed past her, mumbling something about a milky painting.
Later that afternoon, Emilline visited her favorite park and sat down next to some girls who were giggling. She ended up laughing, too.
There were some youth who still held the vibrance youth should, but there were still very many who lived depressed lives. Emilline knew, from reading many old news papers and from talking with the elderly when she was young, the kind of parenting skills which were so common before the Shift had evolved into something more selfish and the relationship between parents and their children had become much more delicate.
This poor parenting resulted in generations of depressed children, which in turn produced more depressed children. While it was once rare to see a soppingly depressed child, it is now rare to find one still innocent by age ten.
When the youth had left, behind them was a mass of wrappers and garbage. Emilline stared at it for a while until a park ranger came by to clean it up.
"Are youth always making messes?" she asked him. He looked up from his work, sighed, and took a seat next to her.
"Most do. There haven't even been a handful who actually throw their garbage away, even when it's right next to them. They prefer to either leave it on the ground, or, if it's gravity was taken away, toss it off a plank."
"I see..."
The ranger leaned back into the bench and looked up at the Earth's soil. What else was there to do when one looked up? "I often wonder why we became like this. Why did our gravity suddenly reverse, and why are there still humans stuck here on Earth trying to scrape out something of a life? I mean, when you wonder around as much as a park ranger does, you start to pick out patterns of people, and you start to become surrounded by a monotonous society... and everything looses its meaning. Everyone is the same as everyone else; how did we become so sheltered? Humans were doing so well before the Shift. Why? Why did it happen?"
To Emilline, his questions sounded genuine. Like they were more than simple mind stimulant. He honestly wondered the same thoughts, and he honestly wanted an answer. Before she could say something, he got up and left, and she sincerely hoped he wouldn't jump off a plank.
As the sun began to set, Emilline slowly made her way back to her condo, deciding to get ready for her carnival trip with the young blue-haired youth.