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Surrounded by wires. Sound everywhere. The intro escalating. The woman screaming. Cymbals shivering. The Climax. This is where it all began!
"What the hell are you doing in there?!" Klari screamed from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Uhh.. just a second!" I shouted back. But she barged in anyway, looking rather frustrated.
"Thank hell! thought you might have gone the way of Elcras."
"What the..! I could have still been.. going...!"
"So?"
"What do you mean, 'so?!'. Ever heard of privacy?!"
"Oh yeah that's rich, coming from someone walking about in the streets in his fucking underpants!" I walked out of the bathroom, still a bit shocked. "Clothes are on the bed by the way... your welcome!"
"yeah... thanks..." As soon as I was out of the bathroom she slammed the door sealing herself in. So I went off to the bedroom to see what she got out for me.
It was a rather cluttered bedroom. An open cupboard like a broken dam with clothes flowing out. Bursting bedside table drawers with the table surface completely covered with old E-News files. Clothes lying on the floor. Shelves teaming with various boxes, pictures, and freaky dolls... well they freaked me out. Like tiny demons trapped in a curse. Caged in doll form. A punishment for their sins. I cautiously approached one, staring right into its lifeless eyes. I could almost hear the demon in my head. The insane rambling screams. Man, I should really get some control over my imagination. I knew they were just Dolls, but things like that... the paranoia always manages to poke away at my nerves.
The clothes where decent enough, if a little worn and torn. A collared button white shirt with a hole torn in the back. Beige jeans with holes in the knees. But I didn't really take notice. As I changed into the loose fitting clothes all I thought about was home. Sound archives. 322 Dongsheng Rd. Vintage music record shop, and of recently, vintage TV and films. Trying desperately to remember more. After all, it's really the only place I could call home. And Bachi... us unrelated as we were, he's still the only person I could call family.
I had to get there I had to go home, but... If I didn't know where I was... then how would I find my way home?
With vivid illusions of home swimming about in my head I started to walk towards the bedroom door, but something wasn't right. The trousers where no good, too wide around the waste. I held them up to stop them falling down. This wasn't going to work. Rather than walking about holding on for dear dignity, I decided to look for a belt. Needed a belt... a belt. I stood on the spot, looking around the messy room. How was I going to find a belt in this place? Too much clutter. Somehow it made it harder to think. The clutter clogging up my mind. Not to mention those creepy dolls staring at me. I heard Klari come out of the bathroom. So I wandered into the main room holding the trousers up.
"Don't suppose you have a belt for these?"
"ah yes... I'm afraid I'm gonna need payment in advance for that" she said slyly
"Payment?"
"You owe me a favour remember" she smiled seductively. The favour... so she was finally going to play that card. Now I wasn't sure what the favour entailed, but with her rather forward personality and desires I had a vague idea.
"yeah about that..." I replied hesitantly
"Take a Seat... relax"
I sat back down on the sofa, waiting for whatever was to come next. Wonder how many others she had misled to her sofa. Wonder if that was obscure innuendo of the day. Klari walked over grabbing the remote from the coffee table in front of the sofa. She sat down next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder.
"Fancy some Tv?"
Had to admit, that wasn't what I was expecting. But I had to keep my whit about me, could be a trap.
"uh... sure"
She giggled "y'know, I wasn't asking"
"sounded like you wh..."
she snapped "Shut up. No need for... Details!"
"Ah but do they not say, God is in the details"
"what the hell's that supposed to mean?"
I shrugged "Dunno really, thought a smart girl like you would though" She looked up at me looking rather tired and confused."Or maybe not then"
She laughed then added "Your one to talk, leaving home without your clothes on!"
We both stared at each other for a short moment before laughing. "Alright you win" I Added.
The TV was on. Some human game show. A woman swinging on a rope over a pond towards a platform, but loosing grip, screaming, and falling into the water. Klari was staring down at her phone, browsing her pictures. She giggled then showed me a picture she took of my backside. Now on a completely unrelated note, the spelling and grammar thin on this pad (my immortal enemy) wants me to change “of” to “off”. So that last sentence would read “She giggled then showed me a picture she took off my backside.” Just found that funny is all... anyway. She showed me the picture and asked "How would you feel if I sent this to someone?"