Like the Phoenix, The Sun rises again (Grand Opening)
Oct 20, 2016 21:36:43 GMT -5
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Post by Claira McAllison on Oct 20, 2016 21:36:43 GMT -5
A glare from the sun began to shine down on the face of Claira McAllison as she was sleeping in her California King Size. Groaning a bit as she rolled to her other side away from the window, her eyes slowly peeled open. Day light was shinning everywhere. Sighing to herself, she slowly pushed herself up to sit up right. After three years, the house felt just as empty as the day the outbreak happened. Sliding across the red Silk sheets, she stood up in her bra and underwear. Grabbing her white silk robe, she put it on and tired it around her thin body. Walking out of the room and down the flight of stairs, she went right for the Kitchen. Grabbing a tea kettle, she filled it up in the sink and placed it onto her Glass top oven and turned that on. Claira grabbed her coffee Mug that said, 'The World's best Boss' across it. Setting it down, she reached up into the cupboard and pulled down a box of Earl Grey Tea and a Box of Black Tea. Taking a pack out of each, she placed it into the cup with two Tea spoons of sugar. Waiting for the water to get hot felt like forever as she stood there tapping her fingers on the granite Counter. After time has went by, the Tea Kettle began to whistle. Turning off the Stove, she picked up the Kettle and poured the hot water into the cup. After setting it down on the Stove, she spun the spoon counter clock wise. Letting the tea leaves and the sugar to mix together. Sliding the spoon into her mouth and pulling it out of her lips, she set the spoon in the sink and took her Cup of Tea outside with her.
Claira went to one of the tables. Pulling out a chair, she sat down and looked at the vast waters of the River through the trees. It was another hot summer day. But it was good for her since she didn't want to put clothing on just yet. Kicking her feet up onto a another chair, she sipped her tea a bit and set the cup down. A high pitch whistle caught her attention from up above. Tilting over the chair and looking up at the sky, she saw a Hawk flying over head. A rare sight to see now a days since Hawks tended to stay in land then fly out across a river. "Why, good morning my darling. You seem to be far from home now aren't you?" Smiling, she sat right in her chair and made herself comfortable. Sounds of people laughing and joking from a good distance away was heard. It made her happy to hear it, just a bit. But it still didn't fill in the void she felt in her heart and soul. Closing her eyes a bit, she placed a hand around the Choker that she rarely takes off and began to remember the faces of the two lovers she once had. A tear slid down her face as she smiled at the happier memories that came to mind. Opening her eyes that were now turning into bloodshot form, she reached for a slender, Silver container that laid on the white Marble Table. Taking the smooth container in her hands, she opened it and pulled out a long thin black Cigar. Taking out a lighter from the other side of the Container, she lit the cigar and took a few puffs off it. The scent of Cloves filled the air around her as she sat there. Putting the container and the Lighter down onto the table. Claira laid her head back a bit and smoked her Cigar.
Work plans began to race through her mind as she just groaned a bit. It felt like Work is all she knew anymore. No time for herself to relax and do things just for herself. Or to get some type of Relief at that matter. Tapping the Cigar into an Ash tray, she took another puff off it. Inhaling the smoke and tasting the clove on her Tongue and lips. She slowly exhaled it making two jets of smoke going through her nose. Looking at the pool, she tilted her head in thought of it. Setting the Cigar down into the Crystal ashtray, she slid her legs back to her from them resting on the chair across from her and stood up. Taking the robe off her slender body. She walked over to the pool and just dove right into the Crystal clear blue water. Arching her back, her body slid through the water and went straight up to the surface. Break it, she gasped for air. Opening her eyes, she floated there for a bit before she just decided to do laps around the pool. In her mind, she thought to herself. 'Swimming is always the best way to keep your body fit. Moving all the muscles in your arms, twisting your waist a bit making your hips to move to make the body move in different directions. Glad that I still have this pool.' After an hour of swimming, she climbed out of the pool and sat at it's edge for a bit as the sun beaded down on her. The warmth felt nice on her skin. Since she didn't bring a towel and not wanting to make the floors wet inside the house, she turned her body and laid fully on the walk way, sunning herself in the light and heat of the sun.
Mostly dry after laying in the sun for almost twenty minutes, she heard a doorbell. Opening her eyes, she realized it wasn't just a doorbell, it was Her Doorbell. Quickly getting up, she rushed through the house and went to the front door. Unlocking the door, she opened it and saw her former Secretary standing there looking at her. "Um, if I caught you at a bad time Ms. McAllison, I can always come back another time?" Shaking her head, she stepped out of the way and waved him inside the house. He took a few steps inside and she closed the door behind him. Walking back through the house, she would ask him as she took the lead. "You want something to drink? Tea? Water?" Shaking his head, he would then say. "No thanks ma'am. Had a cup of Coffee before arriving. Thank you for meeting me today." They both stepped out into the back where she gestured for him to sit down in the seat opposite from her usual seat. Sliding back into her robe, she sat back down and picked up her now dead Cigar. Picking up the lighter, she re-lit it as a white cloud plumed upwards. "So David, whats going on with you and Hank now? He be slapping you again?" Her former male Secretary, David was gay and was having marital issues with his Life partner Hank who was a drinker. When Hank drinks, he becomes abusive and tends to hit anyone and anything that is in front of him. Crossing her free arm around her waist, she flicked the ash into the ashtray again. Her amber colored eyes saw the hesitation as he looked at the ground and was rubbing his left arm. "Take the jacket and shirt off." And like any good employee, he did was he was told. Noticing that he could barely lift his arm up and when her eyes saw the dark bruising on his shoulder and the outline of a pipe or a broom handle was visible. Nodding her head slowly, she turned her wrist and looked at the Time.
"Is he working at the Trade post right now?" David simply nodded his head. Again nodding her head, she pointed at the seat and went back inside the house. This time, she was getting dressed. Putting on her black dress, black belt and her four inch high heels. She strapped his hand guns rigs to her thighs and grabbed the Camaro's keys. Walking back downstairs, she went into the back where he still sat. "You stay here. I'll deal with this myself this time. In Person." David just sat there looking worried as he was now just putting on his suite jacket. Going out the front door, she went right for the Car garage door and pushed a small button on the keychain and the doors raised up. There the '69 Camaro sat. Opening the door and sliding herself into the driver seat, she slammed the door shut. Putting the key into the Ignition and turning it over. The engine roared to life. Putting it into First gear, she slowly rolled the car out and pushed the button again, making the doors to the garage close behind her. And once they were fully closed, the Engine roared as she peeled out of her Drive way. She was going to have some asshole beating fun today. The black Camaro raced around the corners and on the straight away. She was heading for the Trading outpost where Hank worked in. Some people just saw a black blur go past them as she kept shifting gears, and she felt sexy doing it.
Twenty minutes later...
The car came pulling up as she blew the horn three times in rapid sessions. It was the Signal that she was pulling up and that she wasn't Happy. Killing the Engine and pushing in the E-brake, she stepped out of the car and slammed it shut. Going around to the back of the car, she opened the trunk and looked at the three melee weapons she had in it. Reaching in, she grabbed the age old favorite. Closing the trunk with a loud THUNK, she spun the baseball bat in her hands as she started to walk to the main building. But, she didn't have to go inside since everyone was already standing outside waiting for her. "Hank, step forward...don't make me say it again." The tall, muscular macho man stepped forward towards her. "What you want Claira? I'm guessing that Wimp David came crawling to you again? What a pus-" He was cut off with a quick jab to his stomach from the tip of the baseball bat. Hunching over, he went to a knee. "Now you listen to me Hank. You quit Drinking Today! If I hear and see those type of Injuries or any kind of Injuries that was harmful to him...you'll be walking the bridge to the other side with no gear and no weapons. You hear me? I'm tired of your drunk ass always trying to be the tough guy and hit on smaller people. Now get your sorry excuse for a husband ass up and go apologize to David." Turning away from him, she was starting to head back for her car when she felt a meaty hand grab her dress and pulled it. Making it rip down the middle. Stopping in her tracks as her Six wing Tattoo was now visible, she spun around on a dime and swung hard with the bat making contact with his stomach. He fell backwards as a few of the guards came rushing over. "Take him, and drag his ass to the Jail Cells. He isn't to leave it for a week." The guards nodded they're heads and picked the man up and carried him away. "Well, now that this dress needs to be repaired. Better get changed again."
Claira went to one of the tables. Pulling out a chair, she sat down and looked at the vast waters of the River through the trees. It was another hot summer day. But it was good for her since she didn't want to put clothing on just yet. Kicking her feet up onto a another chair, she sipped her tea a bit and set the cup down. A high pitch whistle caught her attention from up above. Tilting over the chair and looking up at the sky, she saw a Hawk flying over head. A rare sight to see now a days since Hawks tended to stay in land then fly out across a river. "Why, good morning my darling. You seem to be far from home now aren't you?" Smiling, she sat right in her chair and made herself comfortable. Sounds of people laughing and joking from a good distance away was heard. It made her happy to hear it, just a bit. But it still didn't fill in the void she felt in her heart and soul. Closing her eyes a bit, she placed a hand around the Choker that she rarely takes off and began to remember the faces of the two lovers she once had. A tear slid down her face as she smiled at the happier memories that came to mind. Opening her eyes that were now turning into bloodshot form, she reached for a slender, Silver container that laid on the white Marble Table. Taking the smooth container in her hands, she opened it and pulled out a long thin black Cigar. Taking out a lighter from the other side of the Container, she lit the cigar and took a few puffs off it. The scent of Cloves filled the air around her as she sat there. Putting the container and the Lighter down onto the table. Claira laid her head back a bit and smoked her Cigar.
Work plans began to race through her mind as she just groaned a bit. It felt like Work is all she knew anymore. No time for herself to relax and do things just for herself. Or to get some type of Relief at that matter. Tapping the Cigar into an Ash tray, she took another puff off it. Inhaling the smoke and tasting the clove on her Tongue and lips. She slowly exhaled it making two jets of smoke going through her nose. Looking at the pool, she tilted her head in thought of it. Setting the Cigar down into the Crystal ashtray, she slid her legs back to her from them resting on the chair across from her and stood up. Taking the robe off her slender body. She walked over to the pool and just dove right into the Crystal clear blue water. Arching her back, her body slid through the water and went straight up to the surface. Break it, she gasped for air. Opening her eyes, she floated there for a bit before she just decided to do laps around the pool. In her mind, she thought to herself. 'Swimming is always the best way to keep your body fit. Moving all the muscles in your arms, twisting your waist a bit making your hips to move to make the body move in different directions. Glad that I still have this pool.' After an hour of swimming, she climbed out of the pool and sat at it's edge for a bit as the sun beaded down on her. The warmth felt nice on her skin. Since she didn't bring a towel and not wanting to make the floors wet inside the house, she turned her body and laid fully on the walk way, sunning herself in the light and heat of the sun.
Mostly dry after laying in the sun for almost twenty minutes, she heard a doorbell. Opening her eyes, she realized it wasn't just a doorbell, it was Her Doorbell. Quickly getting up, she rushed through the house and went to the front door. Unlocking the door, she opened it and saw her former Secretary standing there looking at her. "Um, if I caught you at a bad time Ms. McAllison, I can always come back another time?" Shaking her head, she stepped out of the way and waved him inside the house. He took a few steps inside and she closed the door behind him. Walking back through the house, she would ask him as she took the lead. "You want something to drink? Tea? Water?" Shaking his head, he would then say. "No thanks ma'am. Had a cup of Coffee before arriving. Thank you for meeting me today." They both stepped out into the back where she gestured for him to sit down in the seat opposite from her usual seat. Sliding back into her robe, she sat back down and picked up her now dead Cigar. Picking up the lighter, she re-lit it as a white cloud plumed upwards. "So David, whats going on with you and Hank now? He be slapping you again?" Her former male Secretary, David was gay and was having marital issues with his Life partner Hank who was a drinker. When Hank drinks, he becomes abusive and tends to hit anyone and anything that is in front of him. Crossing her free arm around her waist, she flicked the ash into the ashtray again. Her amber colored eyes saw the hesitation as he looked at the ground and was rubbing his left arm. "Take the jacket and shirt off." And like any good employee, he did was he was told. Noticing that he could barely lift his arm up and when her eyes saw the dark bruising on his shoulder and the outline of a pipe or a broom handle was visible. Nodding her head slowly, she turned her wrist and looked at the Time.
"Is he working at the Trade post right now?" David simply nodded his head. Again nodding her head, she pointed at the seat and went back inside the house. This time, she was getting dressed. Putting on her black dress, black belt and her four inch high heels. She strapped his hand guns rigs to her thighs and grabbed the Camaro's keys. Walking back downstairs, she went into the back where he still sat. "You stay here. I'll deal with this myself this time. In Person." David just sat there looking worried as he was now just putting on his suite jacket. Going out the front door, she went right for the Car garage door and pushed a small button on the keychain and the doors raised up. There the '69 Camaro sat. Opening the door and sliding herself into the driver seat, she slammed the door shut. Putting the key into the Ignition and turning it over. The engine roared to life. Putting it into First gear, she slowly rolled the car out and pushed the button again, making the doors to the garage close behind her. And once they were fully closed, the Engine roared as she peeled out of her Drive way. She was going to have some asshole beating fun today. The black Camaro raced around the corners and on the straight away. She was heading for the Trading outpost where Hank worked in. Some people just saw a black blur go past them as she kept shifting gears, and she felt sexy doing it.
Twenty minutes later...
The car came pulling up as she blew the horn three times in rapid sessions. It was the Signal that she was pulling up and that she wasn't Happy. Killing the Engine and pushing in the E-brake, she stepped out of the car and slammed it shut. Going around to the back of the car, she opened the trunk and looked at the three melee weapons she had in it. Reaching in, she grabbed the age old favorite. Closing the trunk with a loud THUNK, she spun the baseball bat in her hands as she started to walk to the main building. But, she didn't have to go inside since everyone was already standing outside waiting for her. "Hank, step forward...don't make me say it again." The tall, muscular macho man stepped forward towards her. "What you want Claira? I'm guessing that Wimp David came crawling to you again? What a pus-" He was cut off with a quick jab to his stomach from the tip of the baseball bat. Hunching over, he went to a knee. "Now you listen to me Hank. You quit Drinking Today! If I hear and see those type of Injuries or any kind of Injuries that was harmful to him...you'll be walking the bridge to the other side with no gear and no weapons. You hear me? I'm tired of your drunk ass always trying to be the tough guy and hit on smaller people. Now get your sorry excuse for a husband ass up and go apologize to David." Turning away from him, she was starting to head back for her car when she felt a meaty hand grab her dress and pulled it. Making it rip down the middle. Stopping in her tracks as her Six wing Tattoo was now visible, she spun around on a dime and swung hard with the bat making contact with his stomach. He fell backwards as a few of the guards came rushing over. "Take him, and drag his ass to the Jail Cells. He isn't to leave it for a week." The guards nodded they're heads and picked the man up and carried him away. "Well, now that this dress needs to be repaired. Better get changed again."