Astrology Rambles: Part X

Noon. Trekking across the boulevard of California's Chinatown.

Jackson tucked his handgun under the back of his coat after seeing the alleyway was cleared. "Go, Leese."

Lisa on his cue rounded the corner, leaping onto the nearest store staircase. However her next measured steps were cut off by another body—an old Oriental woman sweeping the porch with a knotted, crooked aged broom, muttering in Chinese. She wore a traditional vibrant red and gold Cheongsam dress; her dark, grey-streaked hair was made up into a tight bun on the top of her head. And she hissed out as soon as she felt Lisa practically stumble over her thin frame. "Ahya! Watch yourself, Monkey girl!"

Lisa surrendered respectfully, retracing on her path a bit, "I'm so sorry."

The Elder wagged a scolding finger at Lisa, setting the broom aside. "Your kind may be the creative and independent of the bunch, but you can get distracted so easily."

"Excuse us, madam." Jackson appeared in front of the shop as well very suddenly, coming to Lisa's rescue.

"Ah, Roosters...," the woman further chided as she eyed Jackson all too knowingly. "Always so dominant and sharp. Always in the company of women, showing off his swagger, establishing what a cunning fellow he is."

Jackson cleared his throat, somewhat unsure how to respond to her statement. "Ah...we were just leaving, don't worry."

"Yes," the Elder squawked out in pure agreement. "You'd better do that! No one knows for sure how harmonious Monkeys and Roosters can be really! Roosters usually flock with other Roosters, and Monkeys seek Dragons mostly for companions. Whatever reason you two are here, it means nothing but trouble! Now, go, shoo! Don't bring your bad Karma to my shop!"

Lisa and Jackson didn't have to be requested twice. They quickly continued on their way out of the city's walls.

Jackson wondered how that woman just happened to figured out as much as she had with one look at them.

He growled under his breath. "Superstitious hag."

Education for an Assassin: Part XI

11:47a.m. Sipping coffee at an espresso bar, before hitting the road. On the west border of Tennessee.

"No way." Lisa wanted to reject the information he had previously mentioned, for it sounded far too ridiculous, even for him.

He insisted on it however, "I did."

"But, I can't believe it." But she responded this to herself more so than back to Jackson.

"Have I ever lied to you once this far?" he asked, growing partly infuriated, not to mention partly insulted yet again for she wouldn't trust his words.

"And you still wound up in your forefather's assassin training faction?"

"That was the first part of my training."

She actually dared to let out a cynical snicker. "The Bosses sending their managers to Harvard Law for a couple years...lucky you."

Jackson huffed. He was always taken for granted.

Certain Ghosts Do Exist: Part XIII

4:57p.m. Climbing into the current-hotwired van in a Georgian parking ramp.

It was said that Georgia was one of the—if not—the most haunted state in America. The popular theories pieced together down south revolved around the concept that all the segregation, tension between neighbors, and the Civil War's malice seemed to have left behind various angry lost souls.

"How you feel now, about going home, I mean?"

Lisa was hesitant to admit it to herself...although nothing felt strictly black and white any longer. If Lisa was going to be granted an average life again...would she be able to let go so easily?

It's not that a workaholic like Lisa had ever spent her time dwelling over the collected evidences of the supernatural field.

Though, she definitely believed in a person being haunted.