Post by Kat on Jan 16, 2007 19:41:34 GMT
Freya's shoes made neat little clicks as she walked down the pavement in Overbrook, Near the northern War Wall. In anticipation of the meeting she had dressed herself up somewhat; proper shoes, straight cut trousers without pattern. Around there she lost it and went for a t-shirt and her sleeveless red jacket, tied her hair back into its usual ponytail. Then the shades, of course. She turned at the appropriate building, opened the entranceway and climbed the stairs to the correct apartment with a sense of nervousness.
Knock knock
...
Click, creak...
A woman in her mid forties answered the door. "...hello??
"...hey." Freya merely tilted her head slightly, smirked a degree and stared from behind her glasses.
...
"Do I know you?"
"You might, mum..."
A curious expression of surprise covered the woman's face, then recognition and a hint of fear, though her demeanour didn't show this. She swallowed with obvious anxiety. "Why are you here?"
"What do you mean why? You're my mother, I wanted to see you again." This comment from Freya drew a sterner look from the woman.
"I doubt that... but come in, Francesca. I was about to make tea..." She said as she turned and walked into the room, allowing Freya to follow and shut the door.
"Please don't call me that." Freya's mother rolled her eyes.
"Fine, Freya. Would you like tea?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay. Living room's first on the left, make yourself... at home..."
Freya walked into the spacey room as instructed. It was simply decorated with white plain walls and furniture dotted about the place. New, in other words, and not the smallest money could buy. A tray was brought in and interrupted this train of thought.
"Thanks."
Her mother sat nearby and placed her tea on a table just infront of her seat. "So, why are you here? Settle a score?" This drew a deep sigh from Freya.
"No, I'm not... That interview in the Unmasked was the only clue I've ever had to your fate. I thought you were dead! What happened ten years ago isn't an issue!"
"Yes it is. I see I made the right decision."
"We're not terrorists! I'm not a terrorist!"
"What happened to you, anyway? Why'd you think I was dead?"
"I saw the Hollowing from a safe rooftop."
"I must admit... I'm impressed you've gotten yourself so far."
"..."
"Did you have help?"
"Two boys helped me in the early days."
"Two boys, hm...?"
"They were really close friends... we looked out for eachother."
"Where are they now?"
"...they're dead."
"Run away from them too?"
The temperature in the room noticably increased as Freya felt herself losing her temper and she leaned towards her mother, who backed away a little.
"You ran away from ME!"
"You were dangerous. You can't control yourself even now!" The woman said levelly, though she was obviously scared. Freya forced herself to calm down and the place cooled.
"If you won't be persuaded and still don't want anything to do with me, then I've obviously wasted my time. Goodbye." She drained the remainder of her scalding hot tea, turned and left, trying to hide how upset she really was.
Knock knock
...
Click, creak...
A woman in her mid forties answered the door. "...hello??
"...hey." Freya merely tilted her head slightly, smirked a degree and stared from behind her glasses.
...
"Do I know you?"
"You might, mum..."
A curious expression of surprise covered the woman's face, then recognition and a hint of fear, though her demeanour didn't show this. She swallowed with obvious anxiety. "Why are you here?"
"What do you mean why? You're my mother, I wanted to see you again." This comment from Freya drew a sterner look from the woman.
"I doubt that... but come in, Francesca. I was about to make tea..." She said as she turned and walked into the room, allowing Freya to follow and shut the door.
"Please don't call me that." Freya's mother rolled her eyes.
"Fine, Freya. Would you like tea?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay. Living room's first on the left, make yourself... at home..."
Freya walked into the spacey room as instructed. It was simply decorated with white plain walls and furniture dotted about the place. New, in other words, and not the smallest money could buy. A tray was brought in and interrupted this train of thought.
"Thanks."
Her mother sat nearby and placed her tea on a table just infront of her seat. "So, why are you here? Settle a score?" This drew a deep sigh from Freya.
"No, I'm not... That interview in the Unmasked was the only clue I've ever had to your fate. I thought you were dead! What happened ten years ago isn't an issue!"
"Yes it is. I see I made the right decision."
"We're not terrorists! I'm not a terrorist!"
"What happened to you, anyway? Why'd you think I was dead?"
"I saw the Hollowing from a safe rooftop."
"I must admit... I'm impressed you've gotten yourself so far."
"..."
"Did you have help?"
"Two boys helped me in the early days."
"Two boys, hm...?"
"They were really close friends... we looked out for eachother."
"Where are they now?"
"...they're dead."
"Run away from them too?"
The temperature in the room noticably increased as Freya felt herself losing her temper and she leaned towards her mother, who backed away a little.
"You ran away from ME!"
"You were dangerous. You can't control yourself even now!" The woman said levelly, though she was obviously scared. Freya forced herself to calm down and the place cooled.
"If you won't be persuaded and still don't want anything to do with me, then I've obviously wasted my time. Goodbye." She drained the remainder of her scalding hot tea, turned and left, trying to hide how upset she really was.