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Boo ya. 8) I'm a triple non-threat now.
It had been a whole year since that fateful day. Angela was sitting in the large foyer of her mansion, in a long, elegant dress. It was midnight blue, and cut up to the mid thigh. She had pearl white gloves, and she'd grown her hair out. It wasn't as long as it had once been, but it was about an inch past the shoulders. But, her mother had put in extensions, not wanting her daughter to look anything less than completely elegant. Her makeup artists had done a splendid job.. as they always had. But, her eyes were unfocused as she sat, her back straight, staring straight ahead as if she were in her own little world.
"Angela! Angela darling!" Her mother called from the hallway. Angela just sat still as her mother approached her hastily, no doubt wanting something from her. "Honey! I told you an hour ago that your harp lesson was half an hour ago!" Angela's mother grabbed Angela's arm and Angela just let it go limp. Her eyes were still unfocused, but she was no longer sitting straight. "Oh dear! You can't slouch like that! It's terrible for your back!" Angela's eyes, still unfocused turned to her mother. Her mother flinched a little before sighing and pulling her daughter up. "Come on! You need to meet your new professor!"
Angela let herself be dragged blindly through the many hallways of her mansion as her mother lead her to her harp lesson. Angela didn't like playing the harp, but her mother never really listened. After that fateful day, she didn't feel like doing much of anything. This was her place.. this was where she belonged. Before she knew it, Angela was sat down in front of a harp. The door was slammed shut and Angela looked around, her eyes bored, but slightly focused now as she examined the room. She was in the secondary library, and in front of her was the fifth harp professor she'd had this month. Angela looked up at him and smirked.
In front of her was a short fat man that reminded her of Mayor Hamilton. He had the hair, but the eyes were all wrong.. and he wasn't cheery enough. She could feel his snootiness from here. Her eyes were hardened now, and they challenged the man, sending a shiver up his spine. The man gulped and stuttered out a piece of music. Angela brought her hands up to the harp and started to play it, before grabbing a string and pulling back as far as she could, the string breaking in half, not before splitting the skin on her finger and making it bleed. Angela looked at her finger and then up at the instructor expectantly. He got the hint and hurried out of the room to find a bandaid before she bled on the perfect shade of red carpet. God forbid.
As soon as he left. Angela looked around and put her finger in her mouth, stopping the bleeding to an extent, though her mouth did taste coppery. She started to climb one of the large ladders with a single hand. It took a little bit, but she got up and into hiding just in the nick of time for the instructor to come in and give an exhasperated sigh, going out again, thinking that she had run off into a different room. Angela sat in a dark corner with her bloody finger in her mouth, the same cold feeling she'd gotten that day long ago filling her to the brim. She was a mess. Sure, she'd been a dirty little farmer before, but now she was just terrible. On the outside she could've been a goddess. But on the inside she was an imp, just waiting for her next prey.
Angela was thinking to herself for awhile before she heard the library door open once again. A couple steps were taken inside, and then, just silence. Angela came out from her dark corner and looked down between the bars. It was a woman, with chocolate brown eyes and rosy cheeks. Angela blinked. "Excuse me." Angela said, "This is a private residence.. you're not lost are you?"
The woman looked up at her, giving her a smile that made Angela's heart pang. "Are you Angela?" The woman asked.
Angela nodded. The woman smiled radiantly. "Come down here child, let me take a look at you." Angela hesitantly complied and climbed down the ladder towards the woman. Angela walked over to her. She was awfully tall, but she had a smile that made her homesick for a home she'd never had the privilege of having. Angela felt the woman's hands cup her face, and Angela looked into her eyes.
"Ah yes... you're in pain aren't you?"
Angela gasped lightly before the woman enveloped her in a hug that seemed to warm more than just her skin. "W-who are you?" Angela questioned.
"Oh me? My name's Lola." The woman said, before backing up from Angela. "And I've come to tell you to go back to the island."
Angela's eyes widened. "W-what did you say?"
"The island.. she needs you." The woman said again.
Angela crossed her arms. "Is this some kind of joke? I was told by somebody that I was a blemish on the island."
The woman got a sad look on her face, that made Angela want to apologize right away. But, she stood her ground.
"You aren't a blemish, child. You are so much more. I would say you're more of a beauty mark. It's easily mistaken for a pimple.. but it obviously is the height of fashion." The woman laughed lightly. "What you brought the island was something that it had never felt before.. and now it's weeping, wishing you were back. If you go back, you could bring back what you brought before, and so much more. I know you're in pain, and I know it'll hurt just to step back on the island.. but the island is where you truly belong."
Angela looked at the woman incredously. "Really?" Angela questioned, "How do you..?"
There was a knock at the door and Angela looked towards it. When she looked back, the woman had disappeared. Angela blinked. "Hello?" Angela questioned. She saw nobody, but she heard something in the room.
"Please, go back. Just for a week. I'll look after you. The island needs you.. I need you."
Angela looked around her before the door burst open, her mother and the bodyguards standing at the door. "Mom.. I need a vacation."
Gill was sitting at his desk, filing papers left and right. It had been like this for a year. He was over his head in work, because everything seemed to be going wrong. They had no more money, because they had to get everything farm related from oversees, not to mention nobody was buying anything, because they had no money! It was disasterous, completely disasterous. If it went on any longer, there wouldn't even be an island anymore.
Gill rubbed his temples lightly, his mind flashing back to that night once more. The sting against his cheek, The way Angela looked at him when she said he'd finally won. Well, apparently she knew the joke was on him. His perfect island was just about to be destroyed, just from her not being there. He didn't know why.. It was probably because Ryu did next to nothing but flirt with Owen. The guy had plenty of money to live, he just didn't have a job, and he didn't buy anything from any shops, because he didn't need anything but food. And that was something that grew in the wild.
Gill tapped his pen against the counter top and sighed. "Thanks Goddess, for destroying your own island." Gill said, closing the last file he could get done today and slipping his jacket on. When he got outside, he paused, almost seeing the event taking place before his eyes. There she was, yelling at him, not listening to anything he said. And then boom, he snapped, again. She was silent, and she finally, wearily, gave in. He had finally made her leave. He felt that pang in his heart again as he watched her walk away, hunched over and obviously crying.
Gill shook his head and walked forward, walking down the steps of town hall and looking at the hateful look from the Tailor's shop that always accompanied his arrival at the end of the stairs. Luna hated his guts now, now that he'd made her friend leave and insist that she stay here while business was good. And it was still good for them, since many people ordered from them oversees. Gill turned away and walked up the street, and turning again on the road to his house. He walked into his house and tossed his coat on the floor before moving into his room. He flopped down onto his bed and put his face down into the pillow, making it harder for him to breathe. It still smelled like roses. It was like the smell would never go away. Gill turned his head to his door and stared at it for awhile. He'd been completely selfish.. and now the Goddess was punishing him by taking away the only thing he had left, was that it? It seemed like a pretty good explanation to him.
"If you made her listen then you wouldn't have this predicament." Gill said, looking up at the ceiling as if he were talking to the Goddess. "Why didn't you just make me less difficult huh? You know, if you kept my mother here, I probably could've been amazing with her." Gill said to the ceiling before putting his head back in the pillow. He had been the village asshole for quite some time now, even to his father. His father was so mad that he didn't even beat Gill up for it. He just stopped talking to him altogether. He didn't have a friend left in the world, and now he was about to lose his island too? Who's sick twisted idea was this? It was like the Goddess had it out for him, personally.
The Goddess looked down into her big table mirror and sighed, crossing her arms. "Maryanne!" The Goddess said. A small, ultra cute version of Maryanne as a small child came up to the mirror and grabbed on to the Goddess' hand, looking down with her. "What do you suppose I should do?" The Goddess questioned. Maryanne looked up to the Goddess with sparkling eyes, saying nothing. But, yet, the Goddess heard. "Ah, yes. That sounds like a wonderful idea. She'll arrive tomorrow, with her mother. If we can get her mother out of the equation, than it should be a fairly easy thing to solve." The Goddess giggled. "Thank you, Maryanne. I'm terribly sorry that I can do nothing for you though. There's nothing I can really do to recycle you right now. Do not worry though, once you've completely regressed, I'll give you to the first child I see." Maryanne shook her head. "No?" The Goddess questioned, "Than who?" Maryanne looked up at the Goddess again and smiled. "Ah, I see. Though, there is a possibility that that isn't a possibility." Maryanne smiled at the Goddess sadly. The Goddess frowned and looked at the two in the mirror. "We'll just have to let it run its course I guess." The Goddess sighed, before walking away.
Maryanne stayed at the mirror and rubbed Gill's head lightly. Her eyes fluttered lightly and a single tear fell on the mirror before she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Alan. He looked down at her with a comforting smile before sighing. He still had a neck cast on from the time Gill had stepped on him. He wasn't in good shape, so the love around the island wasn't doing so well... but he was doing what he could, despite his injuries. "Don't worry, Maryanne. It'll be okay." Maryanne looked at him with a sad smile and nodded, walking away from the mirror with him.
Oh noes! Everything is falling apart! Whatever will happen next! :o