Thread: Twisted [Caliban & Zeeman]

The sun was just beginning to set as the black Dodge Challenger drove into the short driveway and pulled to a stop in front of a two-car garage that regularly went unused. Music had been blaring through the metal and glass of the sports car but upon parking, the neighborhood went silent. Aimee Jade lived in a sleepy neighborhood at the top of a hill, the houses were spread apart and her neighbors regularly kept to themselves. Aimee Jade stepped out of the car, the bottle of red in one hand and her purse in another. Her hips swayed back and forth as she walked towards the front door of the brown-shingled home, continuing the song she had just been listening to through a gentle hum. Unlocking the front door, Aimee Jade kicked off her shoes and made her way into the dark and quiet house and towards the kitchen. Within minutes of Aimee Jades arrival home, she had changed into some comfortable clothing burgundy shorts that matched her fiery hair adorned her lower body and an oversized black t-shirt covered her curvy frame. The shirt reflected her favorite death metal bands name, which could now be heard playing through the house speakers at a moderately low volume. Most people she encountered couldnt stand her preferential style of music so shed listen to it every chance she was alone. Standing over the stove, Aimee Jade seared a few shrimp in a greasy pan while sipping at her large glass of wine. Shed only been home no more than twenty minutes and half of the bottle was already gone. As the shrimp sizzled and pinked, she placed them atop a leafy green salad before drizzling a balsamic vinegar over the plate. Aimee Jade was more of a heavy food eater, preferring a medium rare steak to a healthy salad, but the idea of fitting into a wedding dress was hovering over her. The petite woman wasnt fat in any regard but the idea of being rib-showing skinny always seemed appealing due to the mainstream media, a body image she was never able to obtain and regularly stayed at a healthy 130. Mathew, should he have been looking, would have been able to see Aimee Jade through one of the large front windows, the window giving him a clear-as-day look in to her living room, as she walked towards the cozy room. Her head was bobbing along to the heavy music as she went to sit down on one of the leather couches. Sitting cross-legged and facing the television, the music was silenced and an image of the evening news glided across the wall-mounted television. Aimee Jade casually finished her dinner on the couch as she caught up with the local happenings around town. Mathew would see her get up a few times one time was to put her plate away, one time she humorously ran back into the kitchen to grab the remaining bottle of wine, one last time she disappeared from his sight but returned only moments later adorned in a furry grey throw blanket. The light from the television flickered throughout the evening as Aimee Jade would channel surf and attempt to find something interesting to watch. The sun had finally set and the empty bottle of wine rested against Aimee Jades outer thigh, her fingers gently holding the neck of the glass bottle. Her body was relaxed on the couch, her head resting on the arm of the sofa and a foot peeking out from under the warm throw blanket. The clock on the cable box read 1046PM and the only thing that could be heard from inside of her home was the television, a random show playing on the wall as she napped peacefully on the couch.