Post by Elizabeth on May 22, 2012 9:45:41 GMT -5
Kyleigh didn’t believe in monsters. She also didn’t believe in Disney mass-produced fairy tales where the knight in glittering silver steel armor rode in on his pearlescent steed and saved the damsel in distress in the nick of time. Kyleigh didn’t believe in true love. She didn’t even know if there was real, unconditional love that could exist between two people who weren’t related and didn’t stock any hope into such a thing existing. She didn’t believe in world peace. She didn’t believe in mystical creatures. She didn’t believe that aliens existed. She didn’t even believe in God. Kyleigh didn’t really believe in much of anything. She did, however, believe that humanity was corrupt and that nothing, not even the apocalypse would change that one indisputable fact. Despite her current career and interest in justice, she wasn’t exactly a philanthropist; she simply did her job for the money. That, and for the benefits of being able to work on her own hours, her own time, and her ability to choose her own clients (which wasn’t actually an option, but she liked to pretend that it sometimes was). She liked money, she liked her apartment, and most importantly, she enjoyed being able to treat herself to food that hadn’t been possibly been pre-devoured or possibly regurgitated or disposed of because it had been sitting in the refrigerator for too long and was no longer edible.
In short, Kyleigh was a realist, a private investigator, and currently very, very bored. It was Sunday, and apparently no one was being murdered, mugged, or cheated on today. She doubted that even domestic abuse happened on Sundays. Sundays were apparently a holiday for criminals. A holiday where no one even committed a crime. It was a very boring, very long day and Kyleigh could have done without it. In fact, she could have done with a client or two. She didn’t have really any means to entertain herself with at this point; she’d already read the news and two or three of the recycled paperbacks that she’d picked up at the bookstore. She didn’t have a television installed at her office. It seemed unsavory. Besides, her office wasn’t big enough to accompany much. She shared the building with other characters, all of them varying degrees of shady. Not exactly great for business, what you worked with what you had, and right now she had nothing. No source of entertainment, no bargaining clients, nothing to do except to spin about in her squeaky wheeled office chair, which was exactly what she was doing and had been doing for the past five minutes. She didn’t even know why she’d even bothered to open the office up for business today. She’d probably reasoned to herself that sitting at her office waiting from something exciting to happen was a lot better than waiting at home stewing in her own frustrations. But in reality, it wasn’t. Not really. She was stewing nevermind her surroundings. “Brewing up a storm, you are,” her adopted mother would say, shaking her head. “I’ll be surprised if the world can survive the aftermath.” Kyleigh would laugh at that – her adopted mother was good at that. She missed Aviere sometimes – but only sometimes, and that was on rare occasions when she was caught thinking too much. Like now. Kyleigh needed something to focus her attention on. A new case – a real case. Something actually exciting. Watching the entrance to her office, she imagined a client that would offer her such a case. Now, she thought, as if that would actually cue someone’s entrance. She surely hoped it would.
In short, Kyleigh was a realist, a private investigator, and currently very, very bored. It was Sunday, and apparently no one was being murdered, mugged, or cheated on today. She doubted that even domestic abuse happened on Sundays. Sundays were apparently a holiday for criminals. A holiday where no one even committed a crime. It was a very boring, very long day and Kyleigh could have done without it. In fact, she could have done with a client or two. She didn’t have really any means to entertain herself with at this point; she’d already read the news and two or three of the recycled paperbacks that she’d picked up at the bookstore. She didn’t have a television installed at her office. It seemed unsavory. Besides, her office wasn’t big enough to accompany much. She shared the building with other characters, all of them varying degrees of shady. Not exactly great for business, what you worked with what you had, and right now she had nothing. No source of entertainment, no bargaining clients, nothing to do except to spin about in her squeaky wheeled office chair, which was exactly what she was doing and had been doing for the past five minutes. She didn’t even know why she’d even bothered to open the office up for business today. She’d probably reasoned to herself that sitting at her office waiting from something exciting to happen was a lot better than waiting at home stewing in her own frustrations. But in reality, it wasn’t. Not really. She was stewing nevermind her surroundings. “Brewing up a storm, you are,” her adopted mother would say, shaking her head. “I’ll be surprised if the world can survive the aftermath.” Kyleigh would laugh at that – her adopted mother was good at that. She missed Aviere sometimes – but only sometimes, and that was on rare occasions when she was caught thinking too much. Like now. Kyleigh needed something to focus her attention on. A new case – a real case. Something actually exciting. Watching the entrance to her office, she imagined a client that would offer her such a case. Now, she thought, as if that would actually cue someone’s entrance. She surely hoped it would.