Thread: It's Simple...(Karameida & SpecialKay)

Taralane Kisoke Taralane sighed and lifted her eyes from the book she was reading to gaze at the well stocked room she was in. Shifting in her chair she crossed one leg over the other and settled back in her chair and began to read her book once more. My colleagues consider me a calm, collected, thoughtful man. Calm, certainly but often during the day my head begins to rage, with the dull roar of a crematorium. I talk, I hold conversations, I make decisions, just like everyone else but standing at a bar with my glass of Cognac, I imagine a man coming in with a shotgun and opening fire at the movies or the theater, I picture a live grenade rolling under the seats in a town square on a public holiday I see a car parked with explosives blowing up, the afternoon festivities turned into carnage, blood filling the cracks between the cobblestones, gobbets of flesh splattered on the walls or smashing through the windows to land in the Sunday soup, I hear cries, the groans of people with their limbs torn off like the legs of an insect plucked by a curious little boy, the bewilderment of the survivors, a strange, earsplitting silence, the beginning of a long fear. Calm? Yes, I remain calm, whatever happens, I don't let anything show, I stay quiet, impassive, like the empty windows of burned out cities, like the little old men on park benches with their canes and their medals, like the faces of the drowned just beneath the surface of the water, never to be found. I couldn't break this terrifying calm even if I wanted to. I'm not the sort of man who loses his nerve at the drop of a hat, I know how to behave. But it weighs on me too. She became engrossed in her book her eyes traveling over the pages at a very rapid rate. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips and her eyes shined with an excitement none could have ever understood. It was one of her favorite books, the well worn pages could have said as much. It was odd enough to own books in this day and age since everything was pretty much technological but, she enjoyed the way the book felt and read it felt....natural. Blinking she looked up, her eyebrows drawing together as her eyes re-focused to the living world. Sighing she placed a marker in the book and set it on the table before leaning back in her chair. She heard a door open and someone stumble out into the hall, tilting her body slightly to the side she peered down the hall and grinned at the wild and un-tidy look Balin had. You must have had a damn good hooker in there or one terrible ass nightmare. You've been thrashing about in that damn room for the better part of three hours. she said looking at him. You look like hell. she stated with a sly grin and a slight raise of her brow. Uncrossing her legs she straightened up and stretched groaning appreciatively as she heard several pops trail down her spine. Placing her hands on her hips she shook her head slightly who the hell did you hook up with last night. she said. She was thoroughly enjoying herself at the moment. Waving her hand slightly she shook her head once more. You'll probably want something to eat and you don't really look up for leaving the room... she said trailing off as her eyes trailed over his untidy self. So I suppose it'll be up to you. she said chewing on the corner of her lower lip.