Thread: Looking for angels

Going through this life, looking for angels .everywhere I go Pawns Taishe .looking for angels Status private, active. .people passing by Setting The Retreat, a hidden sanctuary for those not quite normal. .looking for angels Scene Taishe has just arrived because she has nowhere else to go. She got off the helicopter with a scowl. The long cashmere scarf wrapped around her smooth neck was itching, her sensitive skin reacting to even the softest of wool. Her eyes were flashing, tendrils of fear and resentment twisting together to expertly she couldnt tell where one started and the other began. Long strands of pure black wound through the knit hat to drift down upon the angles of her face, caressing the icy slash of cheekbones. The eyes were almond shaped, and currently narrowed at the welcoming party that managed to hold up their brightly colored signs and not look like complete morons. The color was an unexpected bright touch against the pale alabaster of her complexion, bright imperial jade. Instead of softening the look, it made her appear that much more fierce, hiding the scared and vulnerable child within like a well worn mask that slid into place expertly and easily. Miss Kisamoto! Over here! She turned her head towards the center of the bundled group where a matronly old woman, wrapped up like a holiday goose in a dark brown quilted jacket that did nothing for her plump figure awaited, waving with bright cranberry encased hands. Sighing with regret and sardonic appreciation of the all together weirdness of what was to come, she begrudgingly moved through the deep, ankle high snow to reach the small group of people standing near the main lodge. Welcome to The Koryak Mountain Retreat! Were so glad to have you! Come in, come in, lets get you out of the cold. With that, she was ushered into a cold room entry, where the door whisked shut with a soft whoosh of air. Instantly, the room became warmer, and the protective layer of garments started to feel like thick wet blankets. Tai shrugged them off without a word. She was not happy with this arrangement, not at all. And no happy little mother hen was going to change her mind about it either. Well, everybody, time for chores, its almost daybreak! Now, Miss Kisamoto, will you walk with me? Oh dearie me, have I forgotten to introduce myself again? Gosh darn it, I just have to start taking those memory vitamins again. My name is Mrs.Goodwin. The others scattered off like dust in the face of a small but determined broom. The woman looked like she belonged in a house baking cookies for her grandchildren, and had a handshake that rivaled most politicians. Now, weve heard about the generous donation your father decided to grant us, and Ive heard that you yourself have an amazing collection of art and antiques for someone your age., she said it with a smile, but with just a sly touch of humor. iDammit, she knew all about it.i This was definitely somebody to look out for. Her unassuming exterior was very well crafted to hide a sharp, seeking little mind. She belonged in a British spy series as the little wife who stabs her husband in the back, then proceeds to make dinner with his body in the back freezer. Oh well, there goes all the fun that could have been had here. Out the window. Thanks, dear old dad. Tai schooled her expression to one of worry with a slight marring of her brows. Im afraid I dont understand, I was under the impression my father would be coming here as well? Where is he? Will he be here soon? I-I thoughtOh, Im such a fool. She turned away, but not before she let a glimmer of tears shine beneath her lashes as she swept them down, as if to hide her tears and weakness. She felt a hand on her shoulder, gentle. Now, now dearie, dont you worry. Im sure well figure it all out. Now why dont you go and have a lay-down. As they crossed the hallways, Tai kept her head down, but she was memorizing the small area of the layout as she came across it piece by piece. She just needed to get out and take a look around, then she could figure out if she wanted to stay. They turned one last time, and entered though a set of double doors. This whole wing is for people with.. similar abilities such as yourself. Makes it easier to get to know each other and be comfortable. Heres your new room. There are locks, but you wont get a key until you have passed orientation. Now, you have two hours to unwind before then. Have a good nap, or unpack, or just explore. Youre free to do whatever you want dear. The matron turned away, adding over her shoulder, But if I catch you with anything thats not yours, Ill see to it you never leave this place, understand? Tai nodded, keeping her eyes down. Well see, she thought. Well just see. Time to get ready for some action, she thought, hearing the soft padding of the crepe-soled shoes of the lady fade away. Tai let the clothes fall to the ground as she immaterialized, looking through her bag for some real clothes. She turned towards the window to watch the outside snow pile up as she dresses, pulling soft, well worn jeans on over black leggings. Grabbing a long sleeve shirt, she thrust her arms through , pulling it down over the camisole, layering the lacy purple and black. She turned towards the bathroom, checking out the toilet, small stand shower and pathetic excuse for counter space. Well, better than sharing a bathroom. She grabbed some eyeliner, drawing quickly, with an inborn talent. Her eyes were now deeper, more mysterious. She smoothed her bangs, making sure they were even over her eyebrows, the think line accentuating the angles of her face with their blunt cut. Now, time to go get 'em tiger.