Post by Voss on Jul 17, 2021 22:36:43 GMT -5
The last human of the night left an hour ago, paperwork took little time after they left. Her speed in writing and or doing tasks. They could not be seen by the naked eye, she refrained from doing so during the day. If someone saw her doing it at all she imagined being burned at the stake. She had read a few books online about the history of where she was. It was somewhere she was glad she had not been raised.
The smell of the morgue was not unfamiliar to her, the catacombs she lived in had the earthy dead smell. She refrained currently from any of those duties as she figured this was more like a trial run to see if she was worth keeping on the job. It was hard to miss the part of the morgue though.
The putrefaction she had gotten used to after her arrival. The one time she ventured into the morgue she had seen the body displayed with nothing covering it. She remembered being dumped naked with a bracelet on her arm in the national forest. The hiker that had found her and tried to assault her had ended up with a broken neck.
In a tree is where she had left him taking his clothes out of the backpack. She had ended up following a tracking charm until reaching a city useing the man's car. That is how she ended up at this morgue. And so did he eventually.
She at first figured that this would be a good place to find employment. It would be easy to make a human bend to her will. But when she saw the shifter running the places she had decided it would be best to barter. Though he had ended up offering her a job, as a receptionist covering the front door.
When those that sobbed about their lost ones came in, she Tempest would be their comfort. It came naturally to her to soothe and balm their souls. Often if the normal condolences did not work, she would pump the pheromones into the air. Or take their weak will and bend it to calm them.
It usually never went to bending them, the pheromones usually did the trick. She was fine with that, it was an easy job. The men were more difficult to deal with, the women were easy. She could sympathize with them, some men though were difficult as if they needed to be strong to hide. She would offer them refreshments and if allowed a kind word. She would talk about urns or coffins, assure them their loved ones would be well taken care of.
So when her paperwork of the day was over she would sweep or do little things to entertain herself. If sleeping did not work she remained in the morgue all night. She would briefly take time to change into a new outfit so that no one would question her being there. Her scent of earthy lilac with a hint of another floral scent never changed if she did not over-exert herself.
Currently, she was sitting at the receptionist's desk rolling a pencil on the desk bored out of her mind at the lack of movement. She had not slept in two weeks, it was after the first mark on her stomach showed up. It looked like a pentagram, with symbols at each point. She had what looked like a tattoo on the back of her neck of some symbols. The mark on her stomach looked like ink as well, though if anyone caught a glimpse they would swear it would move.
The sound of cars going by outside was a little soothing accompanied by the rain. She listened to conversations of people walking down the sidewalk the sound of rain on the roof. The sounds of life were amplified for her, the worst part was hearing surface thoughts of humans walking by. It was humoring to hear after hours what they thought. It was often by accident though that she would hear them, like when she let her mind wander. The only time she used this to her advantage was during business hours. It made filling out paperwork easier.
She was surprised at how many people were out and about. She kept hearing a few mention something called the King's Palace, and at first, she thought it was a food place. But once knowing what it was she understood why many roamed the night. It was a few hours before she heard a car pull up back. It was not normal for humans to show up like this. She figured it was one of the many that used Sammie's other services. She sat back on the chair her arm hanging over the back of it. The smell of death lingered, it meant one thing, a dead body was being brought in. She remained upfront as it was not her business.
She heard a man she had not heard before come in throw down what sounded like an envelope full of money and something heavy in the back. He had a Russian accent and the smell of death, mud, and vodka currently. She sighed hearing him retreat rather quickly, she smelled the incinerator going most of the night. It often reminded her of bbq ribs if the meat was fresh enough on whatever they were burning.
She decided to walk to the small breakroom-like area and pull out her lunch which consisted of a salad and a tomato. She went and sat at her desk again to eat it, she looked around for a moment before she pulled out a tome. She started to read the words as they would show up on the page. Her whole life currently was postponed until she could take a social security number and get a driver's license.
She had been informed of certain things before arriving here. Though seeing the difference between her world and the items they used were very different. The primitive look of her world was on purpose, though they had great technology they preferred to live a different way. But here they had no real space travel. She would shake things from her head letting out a sigh closing the book and going back to eating. Tapping her nail sharp like a claw on the plastic bowl as she thought over things, tomorrow, it was supposed to be a few clients. She was about to go over who they were when she heard a change in traffic.
The smell of the morgue was not unfamiliar to her, the catacombs she lived in had the earthy dead smell. She refrained currently from any of those duties as she figured this was more like a trial run to see if she was worth keeping on the job. It was hard to miss the part of the morgue though.
The putrefaction she had gotten used to after her arrival. The one time she ventured into the morgue she had seen the body displayed with nothing covering it. She remembered being dumped naked with a bracelet on her arm in the national forest. The hiker that had found her and tried to assault her had ended up with a broken neck.
In a tree is where she had left him taking his clothes out of the backpack. She had ended up following a tracking charm until reaching a city useing the man's car. That is how she ended up at this morgue. And so did he eventually.
She at first figured that this would be a good place to find employment. It would be easy to make a human bend to her will. But when she saw the shifter running the places she had decided it would be best to barter. Though he had ended up offering her a job, as a receptionist covering the front door.
When those that sobbed about their lost ones came in, she Tempest would be their comfort. It came naturally to her to soothe and balm their souls. Often if the normal condolences did not work, she would pump the pheromones into the air. Or take their weak will and bend it to calm them.
It usually never went to bending them, the pheromones usually did the trick. She was fine with that, it was an easy job. The men were more difficult to deal with, the women were easy. She could sympathize with them, some men though were difficult as if they needed to be strong to hide. She would offer them refreshments and if allowed a kind word. She would talk about urns or coffins, assure them their loved ones would be well taken care of.
So when her paperwork of the day was over she would sweep or do little things to entertain herself. If sleeping did not work she remained in the morgue all night. She would briefly take time to change into a new outfit so that no one would question her being there. Her scent of earthy lilac with a hint of another floral scent never changed if she did not over-exert herself.
Currently, she was sitting at the receptionist's desk rolling a pencil on the desk bored out of her mind at the lack of movement. She had not slept in two weeks, it was after the first mark on her stomach showed up. It looked like a pentagram, with symbols at each point. She had what looked like a tattoo on the back of her neck of some symbols. The mark on her stomach looked like ink as well, though if anyone caught a glimpse they would swear it would move.
The sound of cars going by outside was a little soothing accompanied by the rain. She listened to conversations of people walking down the sidewalk the sound of rain on the roof. The sounds of life were amplified for her, the worst part was hearing surface thoughts of humans walking by. It was humoring to hear after hours what they thought. It was often by accident though that she would hear them, like when she let her mind wander. The only time she used this to her advantage was during business hours. It made filling out paperwork easier.
She was surprised at how many people were out and about. She kept hearing a few mention something called the King's Palace, and at first, she thought it was a food place. But once knowing what it was she understood why many roamed the night. It was a few hours before she heard a car pull up back. It was not normal for humans to show up like this. She figured it was one of the many that used Sammie's other services. She sat back on the chair her arm hanging over the back of it. The smell of death lingered, it meant one thing, a dead body was being brought in. She remained upfront as it was not her business.
She heard a man she had not heard before come in throw down what sounded like an envelope full of money and something heavy in the back. He had a Russian accent and the smell of death, mud, and vodka currently. She sighed hearing him retreat rather quickly, she smelled the incinerator going most of the night. It often reminded her of bbq ribs if the meat was fresh enough on whatever they were burning.
She decided to walk to the small breakroom-like area and pull out her lunch which consisted of a salad and a tomato. She went and sat at her desk again to eat it, she looked around for a moment before she pulled out a tome. She started to read the words as they would show up on the page. Her whole life currently was postponed until she could take a social security number and get a driver's license.
She had been informed of certain things before arriving here. Though seeing the difference between her world and the items they used were very different. The primitive look of her world was on purpose, though they had great technology they preferred to live a different way. But here they had no real space travel. She would shake things from her head letting out a sigh closing the book and going back to eating. Tapping her nail sharp like a claw on the plastic bowl as she thought over things, tomorrow, it was supposed to be a few clients. She was about to go over who they were when she heard a change in traffic.