La Vie est Belle (Completed)
Jan 13, 2014 9:22:58 GMT -5
Post by Cynthia DeMato on Jan 13, 2014 9:22:58 GMT -5
Cynthia DeMato stood in front of La Maison Magnifique, a small box of her possessions cradled in one arm. It was a few things from her office. It was all that was left.
She was closing the House, moving on to greener pastures and seeking out new and exciting opportunities. It was sad to leave, but she had to go.
"Are you excited?" She asked, turning towards the young man who was standing beside her.
Tanner Larson said that he was, though he sounded unsure.
"I think LA is going to be good for us," she said with a nod. She had saved up enough money to open up a new venue there, and Tanner would be helping her bring in a new customer base and recruit new performers out West.
"Well, this is it," she announced, using her spare hand to reach into her bag and pull out a key. Inserting it into the lock, she turned it, waiting to hear the soft click of the lock.
The House was closed forever.
"Alright, let's go," she said, leading Tanner towards the van that was waiting for them on the sidewalk. Inside the car were a few others who were making the trip with them.
It was a rag-tag team, in all. A nightclub manager. A pyrokinetic. A city councilor. A shapeshifter. An ice cream shop owner. A dance instructor. Each one was more different from the last.
But they were all of one spirit, and they departed together.
When Cynthia and Tanner arrived at the car, they found that all of them were already sitting inside except for Roger Vandelay.
"I can't go," he told her.
Cynthia furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"I'm a student," the boy explained. "There are rules."
The woman paused. "I understand," she said at length. "You do what you need to do. And when you're done, we'll be waiting for you. Okay?"
The boy looked somewhat sad, but he nodded. Cynthia left her box in Tanner's hands, leaning down and placing a hand on Roger's shoulder.
"You're a very special young man," she told him. "I've seen part of you nobody else has. Don't ever lose that."
The boy smiled. "I won't."
Cynthia moved around the van, sitting down in the front seat as Tanner climbed into the back. "Alright," Cynthia said, adjusting her seatbelt. "Are we all ready?"
"Ready," Tanner said; he didn't leave many behind.
"Ready," Barbara said; she had closed up her own shop earlier that week.
"Ready," Liz said; her husband and daughter would be following in a separate car.
"Ready," Melody said; she left only her old job at Hammel.
"Let's get going, then," Cynthia said, starting up the car. She gave two honks - one for the House, and one for Roger - before pulling away from the sidewalk and driving towards the highway.
It would be a long trip to Los Angeles, and what they would find there they knew not, but they would make it together.
Fin.
She was closing the House, moving on to greener pastures and seeking out new and exciting opportunities. It was sad to leave, but she had to go.
"Are you excited?" She asked, turning towards the young man who was standing beside her.
Tanner Larson said that he was, though he sounded unsure.
"I think LA is going to be good for us," she said with a nod. She had saved up enough money to open up a new venue there, and Tanner would be helping her bring in a new customer base and recruit new performers out West.
"Well, this is it," she announced, using her spare hand to reach into her bag and pull out a key. Inserting it into the lock, she turned it, waiting to hear the soft click of the lock.
The House was closed forever.
"Alright, let's go," she said, leading Tanner towards the van that was waiting for them on the sidewalk. Inside the car were a few others who were making the trip with them.
It was a rag-tag team, in all. A nightclub manager. A pyrokinetic. A city councilor. A shapeshifter. An ice cream shop owner. A dance instructor. Each one was more different from the last.
But they were all of one spirit, and they departed together.
When Cynthia and Tanner arrived at the car, they found that all of them were already sitting inside except for Roger Vandelay.
"I can't go," he told her.
Cynthia furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"I'm a student," the boy explained. "There are rules."
The woman paused. "I understand," she said at length. "You do what you need to do. And when you're done, we'll be waiting for you. Okay?"
The boy looked somewhat sad, but he nodded. Cynthia left her box in Tanner's hands, leaning down and placing a hand on Roger's shoulder.
"You're a very special young man," she told him. "I've seen part of you nobody else has. Don't ever lose that."
The boy smiled. "I won't."
Cynthia moved around the van, sitting down in the front seat as Tanner climbed into the back. "Alright," Cynthia said, adjusting her seatbelt. "Are we all ready?"
"Ready," Tanner said; he didn't leave many behind.
"Ready," Barbara said; she had closed up her own shop earlier that week.
"Ready," Liz said; her husband and daughter would be following in a separate car.
"Ready," Melody said; she left only her old job at Hammel.
"Let's get going, then," Cynthia said, starting up the car. She gave two honks - one for the House, and one for Roger - before pulling away from the sidewalk and driving towards the highway.
It would be a long trip to Los Angeles, and what they would find there they knew not, but they would make it together.
Fin.
