The woman tugged at the tall man’s sleeve, an indifferent expression written on her face as she approached without care, all in verve and no fear. The wind ruffled her hair, revealing the usually hidden odd spots of white and, then, covering them back up with the mysterious shroud of nightmare black. In her callused hands, Sybil held a cardboard box, neatly taped and packaged cleanly with a label reminiscent of Mercury.
if Mercury could have rings and moons
On the package, written in permanent black marker, stood out a well-recognized name...a name so well-recognized that everyone spoke of it in hushed whispers and harsh rumors.
Sybil didn’t take much stock in gossip. As someone who spent most of her youth avoided and mocked, she knew better than anyone the effects it had on a person, what it did to them, how it alienated them. Yes, you could argue that there was always some truth, some inevitable base undivided and unaltered, that it was a variation. But, that wasn’t the complete and total truth, now was it? A woman who devoted her life to recognizing only the truth and nothing but the truth...it wouldn’t make much sense believing in the story people paint over it.
She held out the box to him, her blue eyes bearing into his face with unrelished curiosity and utter calmness, her movements slow and cool. “...this is for ya…”
The package arrived with her new furniture...literally. It was in the same box as the unbuilt bed, stuck and hidden somewhere between styrofoam peanuts and bubble wrap. It didn’t take long for Sybil to recognize the company logo, the symbol reminiscent of Mercury. Why the hell it was with her newly bought bed from Ikea was beyond her; after all, the two companies hated each other for some strange and unexplained reason. The CEO of Quorum Quantity, David Holly, had only expressed his distaste for the Swedish furniture store when confronted for an explanation. He went on a terribly long rant about their manager and how cheap their products were in quality, information she didn’t necessarily ask for. She hung up once the conversation turned into nothing but petty comments and curses.
Point is: out of all the strange places they’ve handed her a package, a bed from Ikea took the cake.
She also made a mental note to go fall in love with an Ikea employee.
Finding that the receiver was a curious personage, Sybil knew that he wouldn’t be hard to find; after all, he was pretty unique in appearance, going by what the rumors have said. Tall, blond, bartender get-up, sunglasses...she’s seen him before, a couple of times out in the park. The American woman went out there to walk her dog, Dany, on a daily basis, or simply sat on a bench, sometimes with her guitar, other times not. But, each and every time, he was out there, smoking a cigarette.
either that’s just my luck or downright God fuckin’ with me...m’Lord has a strange sense of humor…
Sybil thought she was clever with that one.
So, naturally, the female went to the park and she found him. Like usual. Smoking a cigarette.
She gave him a courteous smile. “...I work for Quorum Quantity Package and Delivery...Someone wanted ya to have this, I guess…” She laughed a little, feeling remarkably sheepish. “...you are...Shizuo, right?” Sybil said his name slow, measured, trying to feel it out on her tongue.
ya know, it sounds cool when it ain’t bein’ said by a girl from Appalachia America...this is stupid...
