Post by Kara Viridian on Jul 1, 2011 18:45:15 GMT -8
September 11, 10:00 a.m.
"They say it could take a few weeks, maybe even a month for repair, luv. Plumbing wasn't damaged, but a lot of this drywall will need replacing, not to mention paint, wallpaper, flooring needs to be reset, and a few of the door frames were cracked in the blast. I can send an invoice for a quote if you'd like."
A meek nod. Kara didn't move from where she was standing, she just kept her back turned and listened to the two men hobble about. "That's fine."
"You got someplace to stay? This ol' cinder heap ain't fit fer livin. Breathin' in this soot's gonna cost ye a lung er two. Walk along these planks n yer bound te fall through if ye ain't careful." The Irishman was full of obvious comments, but Kara just chuckled. She wasn't bothered, though, just humored. She chuckled.
"I'll be fine. I will be able to cover all repairs needed. Thank you, boys." She said in a soft, almost murmured tone.
The handymen eyed each other after a beat of silence and one of them jutted their head in the direction of the door. The other one nodded.
"Alright ma'am, we will leave this 'ere for you, whenever you're ready. Give us a call when--er--if you need anything."
"Anything at all," the other one said, with raised eyebrows.
Kara nodded and waved a thank you as they were already backing towards the door. "Thank you."
The Irishman looked at Kara, troubled with concern over her weariness. His friend pat him on the shoulder and led him towards their exit. It wasn't until the footprints hushed and were faintly trailing away behind the soft thud of the front door sealing her humble abode that Kara found her legs to walk and broke the frozen stillness of where she stood to walk along the destroyed floors of the place she once called her home. She could hear the floorboards creaking as she continued along the broken path. She traced her finger along the window sill, covered in ash. Her black fingertip caught some of the soot and she rubbed the little bit of ash between her fingers. Then she turned towards the area where she once slept; alone, not alone, almost alone...
Kara looked down at her ring. It was a beautiful diamond, one that Liam had given her the night he proposed, except the ring was bigger now, the platinum band lined with their names engraved inside it, and other smaller diamonds to create the wedding band. This made her smile, even if it was slight, the thought of her husband, the night he proposed. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her in ages, or at least from what she could remember.
At least this bed was left somewhat intact, she thought to herself, as she made her way towards the mattress. Slowly, she sat down and let out a loud sigh. It took her a few moments of silence and more staring around the room to see what else was left unharmed, before she broke the facade of her strong exterior to lower her head to her hands. Her elbows dug into her thighs, bony structure, fragile and weak, caused her to heave yet another sigh of exasperation. She was alone, finally. But as she realized that finally, she was alone... she cried.
The tears slipped between her fingers as she held her own face in her frail hands and she heaved up a couple month's worth of emotions that she didn't think she even had. Recovery was tough, though with the help of Liam and Fierro, she was actually pulling through. But it was definitely not easy. Whatever hell she was put through in Azkaban sure did a number on her sanity. She was struggling to figure out herself, even though others who knew her so well were telling her how things were supposed to be. Half of them felt right, half of them felt only sort of right, and she didn't like that. Why did she forget who she was? Why did that bastard do this to her? At this point, she much rather've been dead.
"They say it could take a few weeks, maybe even a month for repair, luv. Plumbing wasn't damaged, but a lot of this drywall will need replacing, not to mention paint, wallpaper, flooring needs to be reset, and a few of the door frames were cracked in the blast. I can send an invoice for a quote if you'd like."
A meek nod. Kara didn't move from where she was standing, she just kept her back turned and listened to the two men hobble about. "That's fine."
"You got someplace to stay? This ol' cinder heap ain't fit fer livin. Breathin' in this soot's gonna cost ye a lung er two. Walk along these planks n yer bound te fall through if ye ain't careful." The Irishman was full of obvious comments, but Kara just chuckled. She wasn't bothered, though, just humored. She chuckled.
"I'll be fine. I will be able to cover all repairs needed. Thank you, boys." She said in a soft, almost murmured tone.
The handymen eyed each other after a beat of silence and one of them jutted their head in the direction of the door. The other one nodded.
"Alright ma'am, we will leave this 'ere for you, whenever you're ready. Give us a call when--er--if you need anything."
"Anything at all," the other one said, with raised eyebrows.
Kara nodded and waved a thank you as they were already backing towards the door. "Thank you."
The Irishman looked at Kara, troubled with concern over her weariness. His friend pat him on the shoulder and led him towards their exit. It wasn't until the footprints hushed and were faintly trailing away behind the soft thud of the front door sealing her humble abode that Kara found her legs to walk and broke the frozen stillness of where she stood to walk along the destroyed floors of the place she once called her home. She could hear the floorboards creaking as she continued along the broken path. She traced her finger along the window sill, covered in ash. Her black fingertip caught some of the soot and she rubbed the little bit of ash between her fingers. Then she turned towards the area where she once slept; alone, not alone, almost alone...
Kara looked down at her ring. It was a beautiful diamond, one that Liam had given her the night he proposed, except the ring was bigger now, the platinum band lined with their names engraved inside it, and other smaller diamonds to create the wedding band. This made her smile, even if it was slight, the thought of her husband, the night he proposed. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her in ages, or at least from what she could remember.
At least this bed was left somewhat intact, she thought to herself, as she made her way towards the mattress. Slowly, she sat down and let out a loud sigh. It took her a few moments of silence and more staring around the room to see what else was left unharmed, before she broke the facade of her strong exterior to lower her head to her hands. Her elbows dug into her thighs, bony structure, fragile and weak, caused her to heave yet another sigh of exasperation. She was alone, finally. But as she realized that finally, she was alone... she cried.
The tears slipped between her fingers as she held her own face in her frail hands and she heaved up a couple month's worth of emotions that she didn't think she even had. Recovery was tough, though with the help of Liam and Fierro, she was actually pulling through. But it was definitely not easy. Whatever hell she was put through in Azkaban sure did a number on her sanity. She was struggling to figure out herself, even though others who knew her so well were telling her how things were supposed to be. Half of them felt right, half of them felt only sort of right, and she didn't like that. Why did she forget who she was? Why did that bastard do this to her? At this point, she much rather've been dead.