Unattainable
[OOC: continues from Thirst for revenge]
It's damn cold. Weather man said it will snow this week-end.
"Where's that bitch? Where the fuck is Anders-Wayne?" Standing right out of the school's main gate, Zain rocks on the balls of his feet with impatience. The jack-knife in his pocket bounces along with him.
Lars sniffles and utters an almost apologetic: "I think she's not gonna show up today." Which is a good thing, because if she doesn't arrive, Zain can't screw things up. And if Zain can't screw things up, so much the better.
As usual, Quentin stands by himself, sporting the face of one who's there but doesn't really want to be. Quentin thinks that Zain Taylor is a bastard psycho and that HE should be the one running their little business.
The bell rings. Stragglers and latecomers hurry towards the entrance of the building.
"Shit! SHIT!" Zain hisses. The bitch didn't turn up! That bloody, rotten..!
Lars shivers quietly.
"Taylor, come on," Quentin utters in a flat tone of voice. "We gotta see Rajesh for that deal later."
* * *
Mar'i is in trouble.
"Vega is the brightest star in the constellation Lyra, the fifth brightest star in the night sky and the second brightest star in the northern celestial hemisphere, after Arcturus."
She already was in a fix for breaking Stinky Breath's arm; today she just got herself into more trouble by playing truant. The girl is perfectly well aware of that. And she cares, really. But she felt like she needed a break.
"Vega is a relatively close star at only 25 light-years from Earth, and, together with Arcturus and Sirius, one of the most luminous stars in the Sun's neighborhood." Continues the soft, pre-recorded voice.
A break from school. From the Manor. From those living there.
"In Greek mythology, Lyra was associated with the myth of Orpheus, the musician who was killed by the Bacchantes."
The darkness inside the planetarium seems deep and endless. Mar'i hugs her legs close to her chest and rests her chin on her knees, staring at the stars. The place is half empty; her backpack is her only neighbor.
It seems to her that her own house, he parents and the life she lived so far before arriving on this earth are like Vega. Light-years away and unattainable.
It's damn cold. Weather man said it will snow this week-end.
"Where's that bitch? Where the fuck is Anders-Wayne?" Standing right out of the school's main gate, Zain rocks on the balls of his feet with impatience. The jack-knife in his pocket bounces along with him.
Lars sniffles and utters an almost apologetic: "I think she's not gonna show up today." Which is a good thing, because if she doesn't arrive, Zain can't screw things up. And if Zain can't screw things up, so much the better.
As usual, Quentin stands by himself, sporting the face of one who's there but doesn't really want to be. Quentin thinks that Zain Taylor is a bastard psycho and that HE should be the one running their little business.
The bell rings. Stragglers and latecomers hurry towards the entrance of the building.
"Shit! SHIT!" Zain hisses. The bitch didn't turn up! That bloody, rotten..!
Lars shivers quietly.
"Taylor, come on," Quentin utters in a flat tone of voice. "We gotta see Rajesh for that deal later."
* * *
Mar'i is in trouble.
"Vega is the brightest star in the constellation Lyra, the fifth brightest star in the night sky and the second brightest star in the northern celestial hemisphere, after Arcturus."
She already was in a fix for breaking Stinky Breath's arm; today she just got herself into more trouble by playing truant. The girl is perfectly well aware of that. And she cares, really. But she felt like she needed a break.
"Vega is a relatively close star at only 25 light-years from Earth, and, together with Arcturus and Sirius, one of the most luminous stars in the Sun's neighborhood." Continues the soft, pre-recorded voice.
A break from school. From the Manor. From those living there.
"In Greek mythology, Lyra was associated with the myth of Orpheus, the musician who was killed by the Bacchantes."
The darkness inside the planetarium seems deep and endless. Mar'i hugs her legs close to her chest and rests her chin on her knees, staring at the stars. The place is half empty; her backpack is her only neighbor.
It seems to her that her own house, he parents and the life she lived so far before arriving on this earth are like Vega. Light-years away and unattainable.