Lila kept her head down, her focus singular on the pen in her left hand which wrote down her essay plan for the history homework that she had been doing now for a few minutes.
The question of 'How did the Crusades Effect the Architectural Design of Durham Cathedral?' seemed easy enough for her.
She would first talk about the extra supports that had been used in the building, the concept taken from Muslim Masjids and their uses of Mimbars that required extra supports, considering that they were so tall and inherently emerged from the main structure, rather than being some sort of tower a little off to the side.
The flying buttresses would be next, citing their use in the Cathedral as one of the first in the country, similar to their use in the Cathedral of Notre Dame, which was one of the first to use the feature in Europe.
And then she would go on to discuss the-
"Lila, you ungrateful brat! Get down here and explain yourself!"
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Lila, as soon as she opened the door for the kitchen, ducked by instinct.The sound of shattering porcelain behind her told her all that she needed to know.She did not need to glance over her shoulder to see behind her anymore. She already knew that she would see the broken and scattered remains of some porcelain plate or bowl that had apparently been unlucky enough to either be within her mother's unfortunate reach, or had been the source of whatever childish and juvenile temper tantrum this time.It was honestly getting tiring.Lila, from her crouched and kneeling position on the floor, one hand on the door handle just in case she needed to slam it shut, looked up at the looming beast that stood tall and proud and angry above her, ready to enact some sort of nonsensical justice and judgement that Lila would probably never understand and frankly, did not want to.She had already tortured herself enough with trying to understand her mother's twist
"Do you see this plate? Do you see it!?"Lila's mother thrust a flat piece of porcelain into Lila's face, the flat and cold surface hitting her squarely in the nose, forcing her eyes shut and her world to go completely dark.Just like before, she desperately wanted to stay in the murky blackness somewhere outside of the world, but she knew that she had to open her eyes, that she had to stay alive for the future.And just as soon as she let herself see the world again, the grip on her head was released, her buckling and shaking knees almost collapsing in relief, almost sending her hurtling down onto the cold and hard floor, dooming her to whatever painful end that she would end up with.Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the countertops digging into her back and side, barely keeping herself from joining the land of unconsciousness from all the pressure that was being exerted on her.It felt as if she were being repeatedly punched in the chest,
The feelings of unfairness and the burden of misplaced blame weighed down heavily on Lila, crushing her on the inside as she struggled as hard as she could to maintain a blank poker face.A void had been ripped open in her chest, baring out a raw, pulsing wound begging to be acknowledged, given attention, and healed, the pain growing greater and greater, leaving Lila more and more vulnerable to the whatever words and vitriolic spite that would be thrown at her face.She wanted to leave.She wanted to walk away from the life that she was currently in.But she was alone.And no one would help her.The knife glistened out from the corner of her eyes beckoning her forwards towards it.She turned her focus back to her mother."Feel this plate!" the woman demanded, grabbing at Lila's hands, crushing her fingers inwards at an uncomfortable angle, forcing her pinky finger to stick out at a strange, jutting angle at the side.Lil
Jasper led down and did nothing, staring up at the ceiling where poison gas had once spewed out in the final moments that he previously had been here.He had no plans of doing anything today either, the wounds that he had suffered the day before from his interviewer all gone, healed up from the nanobots floating in his blood, ensuring that no matter what, he was always ready for service and for work.He knew that there definitely some ethical implications due to what had happened to him, and he wondered briefly in the technology would confer onto him immortality, and what it would look like.Would he become a wrinkly and weak husk of a man, unable to die until he became so fragile and thin that somebody would have to drain him of his blood to commit euthanasia.It wasn't a nice thought, and Jasper decided that if anyone had to do something like that to him, it would have to be Lila, the little psychopath in the making, with or without Jasper's inter
"Hey Yuki, what's your professional medical opinion of Red_Two?" Gretel asked her friend, stood off to the side pretending to neaten up some papers.She took a quick glance at the clock first, noting that they were at twenty five seconds past, safe to take a peek at the guards until their eyes moved over to the left side of the room, exactly where she was stood with her friend.They were meant to be co workers, but it had been difficult for them to stay so stoic and isolated, practically impossible to when they were working in the same field of study, coincidently their passions in life also.Gretel, one day out of the blue, had been transferred out of the government mandated facilities for no apparent reason given on her sheet of notice and new employee ID card. Without a single choice in the matter, she had packed her bags for the trip, anticipating a long stay at wherever she was going, and had simply left, not even being able to say goodbye to her mother.
Fire, Red_Two had to concede, was the only think that was keeping him alive.The red flush of fever, as he held his shivering and frozen hands on his face to warm them up, was the only thing keeping his internal body temperature from falling to below the dangerous levels that his surroundings were currently promoting.And in the words of his mother, once said in passing to another nameless face that Red_Two had never known, the words etching themselves in his brain for no real rhyme or reason, "Your kid has that type of illness. He would live after just having water for two weeks, and be completely fine."Red_Two hoped that he was suffering "that type of illness".He had no real other choice, not that he even knew what “that type of illness” even was, having no recollection of the context for the situation, nor its conclusion afterwards.Wandering around the forest, never stopping and always moving, following the river downwards as his
The world was frozen around Lila.The walls were frozen, covered in ice.The floors were frozen, covered in ice.And The bed was frozen, covered in ice.And the desk was frozen, covered in ice too.There was ice everywhere, coating each and every surface possible for her lean on for sun-soaked warmth, and the humid air’s touch.It persisted and shone cold.She felt so, so cold, sitting there, in front of her reappropriated fan heater, that she definitely had not stolen due to its place within the recycling centre, when she was supposed to be delivering a message to one of her dad’s friends who took the bus to work to inform him of her father being sick.It wasn’t illegally taken, and she knew it. It hadn’t come from someone’s home, or from some dark corner of one of the school’s storerooms, or from a careless teacher’s classroom that hadn’t been emptied
Emmet's first crush was another boy.He had been in high school, when he had first seen the other.His hair was a deep, chestnut brown, slightly curly and seemingly in a different hairstyle every single day. It was long and flowing, always drifting along behind him and tugged along by the summer breeze.Emmet had never seen long hair before on a man.It had awoken something within him, and as soon as he saw the other, Emmet realised that he had wanted his hair to be like that.He wanted hair like the boy's, and he wanted it to look just as good on him as it did with the other.Approaching him as easy enough, but broaching the conversation topic of his hair was something else.Emmet had been keeping his hair short, not allowing it to reach past tickling his shoulders, the heat of the summer usually being too much for the back of his neck to handle. It made the skin itchy and uncomfortably wet with sweat, so he had Aunt Minnie cut it fo
“Why’re you sleeping on the floor like that? Come on, get up. You’ll hurt your back doing that,” Doctor Marigold chided, dragging all her bits of heavy machinery around the office space to prepare for her demonstration.Behind her, Lila remained still.“I know that you’re not dead. Come, get up already,” she called out, stepping over a few sheets of paper that she had laid out to grab Lila by the shoulder and heave her up into sitting.The stubborn girl just flopped down again, not opening her eyes.“If you get the fuck up, we can move the flight a week forward so you can stop worrying about it,” Lucy Marigold shouted across the room.Like a rubber band, Lila snapped back up and finally opened her eyes.It had been harder to see the bags below them when they had been closed and Doctor Marigold wondered if she should buy the girl some sleep tablets.“I’m awake,” Li
Yolanda seemed to understand that she needed to back off and stop teasing Gretel, when the other woman's eyes suddenly misted over, and it was if she was no longer a part of this world.She kept the bubbling annoyance within her away from her face, putting on instead a mask of concern as she reached out and poked Gretel's arms, trying to maybe prod her out of her stupor and bring her back from the recesses of her mind.Yolanda had never actually seen somebody collapse inwards to a catatonic state over her own actions.It was interesting to see it all happen and fold out in front of her.She poked Gretel again, touching her in the face lightly to see if that would possibly work to pull the other woman out of her mind and back into the world where she was needed proper.It wouldn't reflect well on her if Gretel didn't wake up within the hour.It didn't feel as
When she awoke, she was sat ready to eat and was dressed just like her mother, in a pastel blouse and a lungi down to the floor.Lila looked down at herself and jumped when she heard rattling, noticing the ten, or so, bangles on each arm and the lines of mehndi that ran down all the way to the hems of her sleeves, resting halfway between her shoulders and elbows. A pin held her blouse shut at the top and a quick once over of her hair, with one of her hands, revealed that it had been styled in a simple bun and adorned with flowers.“This is weirdly romantic,” Lila commented, staring at the lit candles nestled in the variously sized candelabrums set around the circular room.There was no door, but a giant window which led to a balcony outside. There was no ceiling but the walls reaching upwards, all the way up, until they formed a dome in the same shade of dull brown that coated the floor and the giant, round table in the centre.The only dishes
“So, is she finally asleep?” Emmet asked the boy stood behind the counter. He was exceedingly slim for someone surrounded by sugar all day and Emmet could make out the outlines of his spindly elbows through his shirt. His face held a no nonsense, blunt, and almost bored expression. “Yeah, she is. She’s been knocked out on the sofa since I sent her back there,” Kai answered the long haired man in front of him, his hair pulled back by a ribbon matching his eyes before being pulled over his shoulder once more. He looked vain. “Oh good. Don’t tell her that I was involved,” the man asked, putting both his palms up to face Kai. “I’m telling her that you’re a fucking weirdo for that,” was the scowled answer. “No. Seriously, don’t tell her. She doesn’t like me and I don’t like her. She’s known my partner for longer that I’ve known him. She doesn’t trust me with him. Why’re you making that face?” Emmet tried to justify himself before giving up
“Are you sure that you’re getting enough sleep?” Kai asked Lila, watching her sway on her feet and clutching the front counter.“Yes,” she gasped, dropping her head into her hands, elbows on the table.“Go and lie down on the sofa. Go to sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when I have to leave for college,” Kai instructed her, tapping her on the shoulders and shepherding her towards the office.“… fine,” she conceded, letting Kai move her along towards the back.“You know that this just proves my point,” Kai pointed out, pushing her through the boundary of the door and closing it behind her.“Fine,” she whispered back to him, talking into the silence of the office.She let herself fall over the sofa, draping her upper body over the arm rest and letting her head be cushioned by the pillows. Shuffling a bit over to put her body entirely on the sofa, Lila f
“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!Now again!One! Two! Three! Four! Five!Now keep on going!”Lila landed each punch, timing her breaths to the count as she moved her fists, dodging underneath the swing that came towards her head, before blocking the second hit that came to her and moving along with the force of the fist that hit her arm.The swinging punching bag forced distance between Lila and Tweedle Dum, and she stepped back to where she was stood before, within the path of the moving bad, to put more distance between him and her.“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!One! Two! Three! Four! Five!”Lila punched the bag once more, landing all of her hits.“Okay, time for a break,” Tweedle Dum announced, grabbing the punching bag and pulling it back to him as Lila moved away from the centre of the room, sitting down on one of the rickety plastic chairs at the side of the room.She took of
“Bitch! Why’d you run off and abandon me like that!?” Lila shouted from behind the counter when Kai finally walked back into the store.She was waving her hands about and wore an apron covered in flour as the single customer in the store, an old man precariously balancing on his cane, slept whilst leaning on the radiator.“I thought that you wanted some bonding time with your family so I left you to do that it private!” Kai answered her, tiptoeing past their unconscious patron, in a combination of whispering and shouting.“They’re hardly my family and you left us in the middle of a public café!” Lila cried, not modulating her voice at all.In the background, the old man began to snore.“But you still talk to them a lot like you do to me, so I let you, and besides, I got about fifty more pages of Good Omens done in Waterstones,” Kai appealed, finally at the counter and opening up the
Gretel and Silver had their fun as he continued to teach her how the interface worked and how he had managed to figure out that the system was an older model from the lack of integration between the screen and the touch pad, and explaining how easily it would potentially be to do so once the technology, as displayed in this device, had been demonstrated and established to work in a functional product."We were working on something like this as well, back in the workshops back home for the company that I was in the research and development department for. We were trying to get our motion sensors to be as small as possible for more commercial and personal use of technology that we could sell to the public and those who couldn't afford the contact computers.We had no idea on how their tech worked, because of trade and company secrets and all, but we managed to piece together a few things by looking at the patents and when we bought a few and m
“Alright, the shop’s free. Why are you actually here?” Lila questioned, crossing her arms and staring down at the tablecloth of Jasper and Emmet’s table.“I’ve got lesson now. I’ll be back in a few hours,” the teenage boy behind Lila announced, picking up a bag that had been hidden behind the counter the entire time and rushing outside.Lila continued to stand there, waiting for a reply.Jasper couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t meeting either his or Emmet’s eyes.“Are you planning to leave us?” he asked her back.Lila’s fingers dug into the creases of her shirt,” I’m going to be leaving for a trip soon, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Kai’ll be running the shop and will be looking after things, broadly. He lives here now and I scheduled my leave for when his school term ends so he can take care of things.”“On thi