[center][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/67657fbaca20c1bb41a31f881f0ac883/tumblr_n41tevfZyU1qfit7io1_500.gif[/img] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmYwZDZlNC5UV1ZzWVc1cFpTQkdZU0JDWVdsdS4w/surabanglus.regular.png[/img] [color=#ebd2e0][b][u]Location:[/u][/b][/color] Bain Funeral Home [color=#ebd2e0][b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b][/color] Charlie [@smarty0114][/center] [hr][hr] Melanie was having a strange morning, to say the very least. A few days ago, she had discovered her ability to tell odd and whimsical prophecies, and just last night, that ability had reared its odd and whimsical head to spout a new fact for the upcoming future. Normally, when faced with odd and whimsical things, Mel would be drowning in excitement and unadulterated curiosity, but, as things go, she had no recollection of the future she had uttered eight hours before. Waking to a brain full of empty and mundane thoughts was disconcerting. The knowledge she had of knowing she said something but being unable to recall it was frightening, and such a small seed of anxiety grew exponentially through the early hours. Melanie couldn't believer herself for forgetting something that could be [i]so[/i] important-- how irresponsible could she be! She laid completely still in bed, rushing through her memories of days past like an amnesiac would, searching fervently for words she could not remember. It wasn't fair; forgetting her own special words-- none of it was fair. The light shifted across her bedroom walls, early dawn paleness fading into a November morning that was as bleak and gray as the last. She watched the shadows play along her artifacts, skulls and geodes and totems standing vigilant against her pale pink walls, unaffected by the sun, and still no answers came. Anxiety turned to frustration, and when the old grandfather clock downstairs chimed ten times she sat up, pulling a shaky hand through her sleek hair. Melanie kicked the blankets from her legs and slung them over her bedside, sighing out in defeat as her toes pressed against old wood panels. She couldn't mope all day, that just wouldn't do. There were places to explore, jobs to do, people to greet-- Melanie didn't have time to mope over forgotten futures. Melanie drifted quietly through the creaking halls of the Bain Funeral Home, head tilted as she sought out the voices of her parents or patrons seeking a traditional mourning. Despite the usual morning noises of the old home, it was otherwise silent. Her parents had left early to visit town, probably. That was fine-- she felt more her age when home alone anyway. The bathroom door squeaked open, as usual, revealing the old tiled washroom that Melanie couldn't help but relate back to old fashioned horror movies. A claw tub sat in the center of the large space, chipped and stained from various shampoos and soaps or other organic materials Melanie felt the need to hold under boiling water to test. Surrounding it were the other essentials of living; a toilet topped off with an old, furry toilet seat cover, a porcelain sink containing a rusty drain and rusty faucet, and an antique cupboard containing towels, bathmats, soaps, and the occasional spider web. She adored every inch of this old, old room. Just standing in the doorway brought a new sense of life into her. She basked in the gray light descending from the only window for a moment or two before moving to turn the taps once, twice, three times. Water shot from the tubs faucet like a bullet, slamming down into the large basin loudly as the entire room screeched to life. Pipes clanked against the peeling walls, moaning and groaning as they filled with water and heat. Melanie watched the tub fill merrily, smiling with a new found sense of peace as steam began to coat the frosted glass of the window beside her and the mirror that sat above the sink. Eventually, after throwing in a few dried rose petals and two spoon fulls of Epson salts, she sank into the steamy water, and immediately she felt a new wave of drowsiness hit her. The steam seemed thicker, covering her like a veil of smoke, and her body felt light and airless. Maybe she didn't get enough sleep last night... No, that wasn't right. This feeling was familiar-- this was a prophecy! Her mouth began to mumble, words drifting out into the air and to Melanie herself, words that seemed simple but at the same time sounded like a some sort of fairy tale. Her finger rose automatically, reaching for the first surface she could find-- the window. She traced the words onto the steamed glass, over and over and over again, until she ceased uttering the prophecy, the grandfather clock chimed eleven times, and Melanie fell back in to her own mind. [color=#ebd2e0][b]"Ah- Jesus..."[/b][/color] Her head hung slightly, pulsating hotly as the effects of her abilities began to pass. She splashed her face with lukewarm water, blinking rapidly through dots of darkness and stars until all that she felt was slight nausea. How much time had passed? Her mind felt wiped, why? What was she meant to remeb- Words were traced into the glass in the window, messy and odd, but there. Her prophecy. [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjE2LmMwY2RkMy5aR2xoYlc5dVpITWdkMmxzYkNCbVlXeHNJR0ZqY205emN5QnRZV2x1SUhOMGNtVmxkQ0IwYjJSaGVTNCwuMQAAAAAAAAAA/mulders-handwriting.regular.png[/img] [color=#ebd2e0][b]"Diamonds?"[/b][/color] She muttered, finding such a thing both improbable and utterly magical. A smile spread across her lips and, in an effort to see this magic happen, she bathed and took care of her morning rituals quickly before rushing to her room to change. As she slipped into an oversize sweater, though, her phone began to chirp incessantly, a signal that she had missed a text from before. Her eyebrows rose with new found curiosity, and she snatched up the old thing quickly, squinting to read through the message she had received from Charlie. [center][b]From: [color=ff0040]Charlie ☼[/color] [color=ff0040]Hey, heading over to drop off your book. Gonna stop at Main Street first to grab another book from the library, but I'll be there soon :)[/color][/b][/center] Another message buzzed in her hand a moment or so later. [center][b]From: [color=ff0040]Charlie ☼[/color] [color=ff0040]Scratch that. Something weird happened at Main Street. You might want to come check it out[/color][/b][/center] Curisosity made her heart pound heavily, and her face split into an uncontrollable grin as she sent back a very excited response. [center][b]To: [color=ff0040]Charlie ☼[/color] [color=#ebd2e0]Did diamonds fall from the sky?!? I'll be there in ten. Meet me by the library![/color][/b][/center] Finding herself in a race against, well, herself, Melanie slipped into a simple and warm outfit, snatched up her wallet and phone, and hurried down the stairs. A bike ride later, she found herself looking at something she didn't quite expect. Main Street looked no different than usual, save for the streets and sidewalks that sparkled like a kaleidoscope in the afternoon light. Diamonds, thousands of shining, glittering diamonds, covered the streets. Her prophecy came true.... Right? Something underfoot creaked against Melanie's boots, and her eyes drifted downwards as she realized that perhaps she was a bit off. The sparkling bits that she saw weren't diamonds at all, oh no. It was glass. Hundreds of shards of glass. Looking closer at the shop fronts and apartments that filled Main Street her mind pieced together the scenario: someone (or... something) had destroyed every single window in the area, and the people of Verona were left to clean up the oddly dream-like mess. Melanie chewed on her nails thoughtfully, and turned back towards the library. She would have to investigate further after Charlie arrived.