Shadow Phone. - August, 1997
Subject: Shadow Phone.
From: BldRedRose@aol.com (BldRedRose)
Date: Sat,30 Aug 97 13:08:24 EDT
<bzzz>
What the...?
::her hand freezes in place, gloved fingertips wrapped around a black
fountain pen, poised above a sheet of half-filled vellum::
<bzzz>
::her emerald gaze shifts from side to side, drifting warily across the
landscape of the office::
<bzzz>
::at the third insistent humming, the pen is slammed to the desk, and her
eyes fill with the storm clouds of brewing irritation::
<BZZZ>
::is it her imagination, or is that annoying sound growing *louder*?... she
rakes her fingertips through a pile of papers, as her jaw tenses, and the
fullness of her lips curls back to the taut crimson lines of a sneer::
::everything goes suddenly silent and still, but for the crisp crackling of
the fireplace... she pauses for a long moment, and slowly, her shoulders
begin to relax, and her eyes drift closed above a serene smile::
...
...
<BZZZZZ!>
::uttering a gasp of surprise, she jumps in her seat, dropping gloved palms
with a muffled slap to the desk top::
*Where* is that sound COMING from?? ::she snarls, with a frustrated shake of
her head that sends the rich coppery curls wavering::
<BZZZ>
::pushing out of her chair, she sweeps across the desk, knocking paperwork
this way and that, sending a marble egg paperweight rolling to the floor::
<BZZZ>
::she glances around now with the furtive blaze of desperation in her eyes...
the buzzing rings to her ears like a swarm of killer bees on the warpath, and
she darts across to the fireplace::
<BZZZ>
::her fingertips dance over the mantel, unsettling some of the curios there
in her manic search for the source of the noise... with a sudden snap to
attention, she perks, then lifts a gloved palm to her forehead:: <m> Of
course...
::she whirls around, and in the flickering firelight, a swirling melange of
charcoals and dove greys and the most sheer translucent ebonies swim over the
gloss red of her suit... pivoting just a half-pace to the left, she slides
one hand into the tapered valley of her waist, and as her palm traces out
over the contour of her hip, the fingertips close into a fist to capture a
handful of shadow::
<BZZZ>
::with a ceilingward roll of her eyes, she curses silently, and brings her
forearm up in a torpid arc... slowly, ever so slowly, her fingertips unfurl,
and where once was an empty, dark cloud of shadow, now is a long bar of slick
black, a box of sorts, dotted with the digital glow of numbered buttons::
<BZZZ>
::her thumb flicks down, snapping over the bottom panel of what now clearly
appears to be a cel phone, the final parting bonus she received from her
former boss, the man of shadows known as Vaenom Morkai::
<BZZZ>
::she lifts the phone against her ear with a breezy, confident smile::
<CLICK> <hmmmmm...>
::the smile twitches a little with stifled irritation, but otherwise remains
patently frozen in place, and her eyes drift closed to the accompaniment of a
resigned sigh::
<sw> Splendid. I'll have to see about getting one of these for Drayven...
and Garrett...
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