| Atlas & Arnya | It's Just Another Day In This Drowning Paradise
Arnya had been watching her mother and sister converse through pen and paper and the making of Christmas decorations for hours; something that had never taken Arnya's fancy much since such a time of year meant certain...situations for herself and her father. She decided at such a time was not for her and she never was one for Christmas decorations and times...celebrations or otherwise.
So the dreaded day passed without a hitch and her mother had decided that Arnya's head could have done with a cut; so with a blunt pair of scissors she hacked off some of the length and said it was fine before getting back to generalized happiness with Cy. The mirror told a story that Arnya herself never wanted to know; her hair was now uneven in length and looked like she had been in some kind of salon massacre; the undersides of her eyes were bruised with lack of sleep and her once long and rather well looked after fingernails snapped after helping her mother move something. She looked a state. Sure, Rapture cared not for such things any more but having her mother hack two inches of her hair off with blunt scissors hurt more than usual things~
She silently busied herself away from her reflection with sorting out old and somewhat damp boxes; seeing what was in them and putting items of relation together so they could be easily found should they be needed. She came across piping, old invoices, hand-written IOU's from people she didn't know or had ever heard of; A Mr.Alan Rickby and a Miss.Lucia Jonnathon. Various other boxes of novels and manuals were sorted before she came to a box filled with various bottles of whiskey, wines, champagnes and alcohol as a whole. Pulling it aside, Arnya made a point to drop it around to Atlas' office later on... and wish him a belated Christmas...
After a pile of other boxes, she taped up the one filled with Alcohol and made the short walk down the corridor in her recently repaired green dress and knocked politely on the door before quietly walking in a second or so later; the box in her arms.
"Atlas? I found something you might like..."
