Flipped About Experience {Open}
Dec 26, 2017 9:29:43 GMT -5
Post by Mamá Imelda on Dec 26, 2017 9:29:43 GMT -5
Imelda glanced about. Her own small spot of her family’s larger spot amidst the Land of the Dead had always reflected her, same as her room for all those years in life, in her own home, had.
Now, after she ceased ignoring her husband ever since her own death and learning all of how this place worked, and how best to avoid him, she was letting him back in. Had for many months now, and their room was what it should be, a reflection of both.
But still it was an adjustment. Oh she was happy to finally allow her own family and her own heart to heal; to be on speaking terms with Hector again. More than that, to allow him to make her smile again.
But all of this did not take care of the fact that he could still be annoying in and with the smallest of things. A stray bit of shanty-town and the junk he'd accumulated there making it here, was too far.Not only because it would allow Imelda to recall she'd allowed him that stage, but also it was a simple eyesore!
Imelda picked it up by the merest tip of her bony fingers and turned, determined to win this discussion as she had a knack for them all. ”Hector...we really must talk about...whatever this is...". Imelda made her way to the familiar hallway. She knew she did. There was no other way for her steps to lead her.
She only doubted this a moment later when she came out into the watery sort of sunshine of winter. That wasn't so shocking, and lined up with the progress of months since the last Dia de los Muertos. Being out in it, past that day, and with no marigold petals, that was shocking!
Not only that, Imelda felt a sort of solid amidst this Living Realm that she hadn't for a long time. She glanced about, watching a mother pull a child along. The child's gaze swept past her and then stayed. She saw her..., Imelda could tell she did, even before she pointed but was quickly drug away. This must have been how Miguel had felt when visiting their world. The mother showed considerably less fear than expected though, and just seemed in a hurry and the child waved unafraid. Imelda distractedly waved back.
She then glanced further about her. This place held a similar look to Santa Cecilia, or really any part of Mexico, unbeknownst to her on purpose. As she swept her gaze about, her hands went once again to her hips, only as she tried to figure out both how she could have gotten here and why.
Her eyes scanned for someone who had the look of in-charge with which to put her questions by, and get sensible answers. The boy wheeling the cart of presumably trash would have to do, to get to higher ups even. Imelda thought she was being kind all in all, just to purpose, as she lifted her hand and beckoned him, before walking over. "Excuse me there, Nino, if you but would...". The teen glanced up, did a double take and then...maybe he meant it towards helpful, but he didn't address her, just turned and charged off. Imelda almost called after him, but then just frowned, "Well how rude! The youth of today...", she didn't finish her critique, just glanced about once more.
Now, after she ceased ignoring her husband ever since her own death and learning all of how this place worked, and how best to avoid him, she was letting him back in. Had for many months now, and their room was what it should be, a reflection of both.
But still it was an adjustment. Oh she was happy to finally allow her own family and her own heart to heal; to be on speaking terms with Hector again. More than that, to allow him to make her smile again.
But all of this did not take care of the fact that he could still be annoying in and with the smallest of things. A stray bit of shanty-town and the junk he'd accumulated there making it here, was too far.
Imelda picked it up by the merest tip of her bony fingers and turned, determined to win this discussion as she had a knack for them all. ”Hector...we really must talk about...whatever this is...". Imelda made her way to the familiar hallway. She knew she did. There was no other way for her steps to lead her.
She only doubted this a moment later when she came out into the watery sort of sunshine of winter. That wasn't so shocking, and lined up with the progress of months since the last Dia de los Muertos. Being out in it, past that day, and with no marigold petals, that was shocking!
Not only that, Imelda felt a sort of solid amidst this Living Realm that she hadn't for a long time. She glanced about, watching a mother pull a child along. The child's gaze swept past her and then stayed. She saw her..., Imelda could tell she did, even before she pointed but was quickly drug away. This must have been how Miguel had felt when visiting their world. The mother showed considerably less fear than expected though, and just seemed in a hurry and the child waved unafraid. Imelda distractedly waved back.
She then glanced further about her. This place held a similar look to Santa Cecilia, or really any part of Mexico, unbeknownst to her on purpose. As she swept her gaze about, her hands went once again to her hips, only as she tried to figure out both how she could have gotten here and why.
Her eyes scanned for someone who had the look of in-charge with which to put her questions by, and get sensible answers. The boy wheeling the cart of presumably trash would have to do, to get to higher ups even. Imelda thought she was being kind all in all, just to purpose, as she lifted her hand and beckoned him, before walking over. "Excuse me there, Nino, if you but would...". The teen glanced up, did a double take and then...maybe he meant it towards helpful, but he didn't address her, just turned and charged off. Imelda almost called after him, but then just frowned, "Well how rude! The youth of today...", she didn't finish her critique, just glanced about once more.