#edens;starter

“You there. Give me a hand with the bodies, will ya?” And in return she would turn a blind eye on them.

Isla was leaned over the counter, placing a handful of empty glasses on a tray. She was working late night shift again, but this time she didn’t really mind. It was supposed to be her wedding anniversary in three minutes, and she was supposed to spend it with her significant other, but Florence was dead, and after all these years Isa still could not let it go. Her mood was souring by the moment, but she kept her flirty smile on, especially as the next customer sat by the bar.

“What can I get you, sugar?” She asked, clearing the counter in front of them, placing the remaining two glasses on the tray.

Night was always Vanessa’s favourite part of the day. But, tonight found her in a sour mood, a mood that was requiring a late night drink and a distraction. The more she drank, the less she felt dead things around her, and it was a bonus. To silence the voices even for a few, fleeting moments. It never stuck, not really, and it wasn’t that good of an idea, since she could still see them. But, as long as their loud voices were muffled, she was good.

Ordering her second whiskey, the woman glared around herself. Rebels and clones. If she had it in herself at the moment, she might have cared about seeing so many people and pretend-people in the same place, united by a same goal, but not seeing a familiar face around them, the only face she wanted to see, made her quite cold to their cause.

In that moment, she felt the seat beside her shift and she had to put all her effort into not glaring at them or rolling her eyes in annoyance, as she turned to the source of her discomfort, and their talking.

“What was that, again? I didn’t hear you from the constant yapping around us. Speak up.” Only briefly did she glare at the taking spirit behind them, before shifting her focus back to the living.

Calliope had let her head hang low far too many times in the past few days ( or had it been weeks? —maybe even longer ). It was unlike her and only had a sense of frustration settling into her bones a bit more. Being labeled a traitor did nothing to help and only made things that much worse.

Do your job and things will be fine. Live your life and it'll all be as it should.

What a load of crap.

Doing her job got her fired and living her life had marked her. What was she to do now? Keep her head remaining as low as it had been in hopes she could continue to stroll on by? Callie didn’t hope—she acted. Yet she still stayed the same as ever while trying to figure out a way to make sure she didn't have to keep her head hanging low any longer. Just a little more without any problems and—

It didn’t pass long before she felt a seat beside her shift, and a person slipping into it, beside her. Lyra tensed for a moment, taking a sip of her drink, and at the somewhat loud movements of the person beside her, she spoke, not really turning to see who it was;

“Rough day?”

                                                What if there was actually no way out?

          She tried to push those thoughts away but they were almost impossible now. She had no idea were she was, how many time had passed since she -- passed out -- and how much everything had change. For all she knew, this place could be hell on earth and there was no way out... Alexis willed herself to stop every single thought about this place. After all it was going to do her more harm than good. Instead she tried to focus on something else. On finding a place to eat. It had been at least two days since Alexis had eaten anything, she felt as if another day went by, she would either lose it over not knowing where she was or starve to death.

                           “ What the hell do I have to do to find a decent place to eat...                                                         That won’t ask for my life in exchange? “