There we go, another chappie. Hope you enjoy it...okay....okay
Desclaimer: I own nothing......and it tears me up inside
Their footstep echoed down the hall, as Nicole struggled to keep up with the Cardinal, her heavy bag slipping off her shoulder now and then. Between the time that she had arrived and now (which was about five minutes) neither her nor the cardinal had uttered even one syllable, and the silence was beginning to really unnerve her. Silence never was something she was comfortable with, and the echoing of their footstep only unnerved her even more. She yearned to yell something out like "blubber" or "tweet" but then again, she was walking with one of the most solemner and irritatingly stiff men she had ever encountered is the whole of her life. And it was slowly beginning to make her want to slap him with a dead fish to.
But deciding that slapping the Cardinal with a dead form of sea food would be a bad idea, she settled for thinking about it. A smile grinned crept onto her features as she thought about the look on his face. The shock, horror, and unsightly goop that would drip off his face was enough to make her grin grow to a full smile. And it was almost enough to pick up her mood….almost. But her mood dropped to the hard stone cold floor once the Cardinal opened the door to what would apparently be her room for the time she would spend here.
Now mind you it was not horribly dreadful, just slightly dreadful. The door itself opened with an unsightly creak and crank as the cardinal open the wooden door and motioned for Nicole to look inside. The floor was stone of course, with a very small woven mat near the small wooden bed that looked like it had seen much better days. The bedspread was an awful grey color that matched the entire room, that seemed to revolve around that certain color. No pictures hung on the walls, only a wooded cross with a brass figure of Jesus on it that hung above the bed. Oh and one small window on the left wall on the room, that shone enough light into the room to make it seem almost livable in.
Nicole could feel that any moment her jaw would disconnect from her head and drop onto the floor in she did not close her mouth soon. Slowly she entered the room, and tripped slightly on the mat, and the Cardinal looked on.
"this will be your room" he stated, as if she hadn't figured that out already "this is the Nun's convent, so no yelling, singing, or unsightly dancing is allowed on these premises, do you understand?" he asked her as she nodded slowly, eyes still traveling the room.
"good" he said crisply, and nodded to her "mass is in two hours, if you wish, and I would suggest, that you go" he told her and left the room, closing the door behind himself, and leaving Nicole to stand there, wondering why God hated her enough to stick her in this God-forsake room.
Dropping her leather bag onto the floor she wandered over to the bed and sat down on the mattress, only to jump back up from a surprising pain in her backside. Eyebrows knotted in confusion she looked down at the bed and patted the bedspread with the palm of her hand. Her hand wandered the area where she had sat down till she felt a spring under her hand. Literally. Her hand even bounced a bit as she tapped the area. Inwardly she groaned and ripped the bedspread off the bed and threw it onto the other side of the bed.
And again she groan. There, through the mattress, in all it's glory, sat a spring with it's tip turned up.
-well that would explain the prick- she though to herself as she pushed the spring down with her finger and decided that she' leave it for later. Right now all she wanted to do was wander about and find something to do. So placing the bedcover loosely on the bed, and open the door and left, and turned left down the corridor.
Once again she was greeted by the sound of echoing footsteps and almost started to hum, but remembered the Cardinal's rule about singing and decided not to take the chance that humming feel under the category of singing. She walked for about ten minutes till she arrived at what seemed to be the Church itself. She had seen it briefly already and was thrown backwards by it's extravagant buttresses and gold lining.
"oh my" she murmured to herself as she walked down the make walk while still looking up and did not see till she was to late when she ran into some poor soul who was stuttering.