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Post by JEHANNE MARIE D'ARC on Jan 23, 2011 0:23:02 GMT -5
Joan knelt in the church, her hands clasped in front of her, head bowed. Her lips moved but no sound came out. She was praying, her words meant for her Voices alone. So far, they hadn't appeared. But perhaps....Joan sighed. Perhaps they would come soon. She chewed her lip, waiting.
Rocking back on her heels, Joan surveyed the church. There were several people scattered around the church, praying or simply sitting quietly. The church was quiet, though, in spite of the others. Making certain that no one could overhear, Joan lowered her voice. "Saint Catherine? Saint Margaret? Saint Michael? Are you there?" None of her Saints answered. She chewed her lip. Had she done something wrong? Perhaps they were angry with her. But no. That couldn't be it. Could it? "Please," she said, daring to raise her voice a little. "Please. Come to me. Please. I beg you."
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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Jan 23, 2011 18:10:26 GMT -5
It was a record for Hector, to be at the church twice in a six month period. It had to do with his upcoming election though, Hector wanted the saints on his side. He didn't really need their help, but it was always nice to have a higher power pulling for him. Hector entered and spied many open pews, the one he usually occupied was already seating a woman.
Not caring enough to give up his spot, he sat down on the pew, a good measure away from her, and surveyed the alter in silence. He traced the table, covered in rich linens, with his eyes, landing on the solemn portrait of Christ suspended on the rough, hewn cross. Hector sat that way for a couple of minutes before sliding off the pew and onto the pads on the floor, placed there specifically to cushion repentant knees. Bowing his head, he ran through his usual Catholic prayer, forgiveness and guidance, before moving on to the important stuff.
He wanted to be mayor. Please God, make it happen
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Post by JEHANNE MARIE D'ARC on Jan 25, 2011 13:42:00 GMT -5
Joan sighed and resisted the urge to grit her teeth and demand a response from her Voices. It wouldn't be proper, and besides, she didn't want to disturb the man praying next to her. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked to be some sort of business man. 'Maybe he's a banker,' Joan thought. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall why.
Heat filled her face as she realized she'd been staring at him. She ducked her head, studying her hands. Joan waited a few more minutes, but it was becoming clear to her that her Voices weren't coming right now. Maybe they will later, she told herself. Still, she couldn't shake the nagging doubt in the back of her mind. What if she'd displeased them? "Please," she whispered, "Tell me what I've done."
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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Feb 12, 2011 23:12:36 GMT -5
Hector heard the girl speak softly to herself but didn't regard it as anything serious at first. Many prayed out loud. But the words she said...Hector looked up from his prayer and over to her. She apparantly did something wrong and she was asking an abstract that probably wasn't going to answer her.
"Miss, I know it isn't any of my business, but I'm pretty sure you haven't done any more illdeeds than the rest of the sinners on their knees in here," Hector spoke quietly so he didn't disturb the others. The crowd was small and in the large space, they probably couldn't hear him anyway but he wanted to be sure. "And, unless my upbringing was wrong, I'm pretty sure that you aren't going to be getting an answer anytime soon. God has a habit of letting us talk to ourselves," It was rather cynical of him but he couldn't help himself. He was a devout Catholic and not once has God spoken back. Instead, the Lord Almighty chose to drop obvious signs and detours in his life. The Father was silent.
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Post by JEHANNE MARIE D'ARC on Feb 12, 2011 23:51:03 GMT -5
Joan looked up at the voice and managed a faint smile. "Thank you," she whispered. "They will speak to me, I only have to be patient." She sighed and shook her head. "Something I am not very good at." Rocking back on her heels, Joan studied the man before her. "I do not mean to be presumptuous but I have not seen you before. I'm Joan." She held out her hand, keeping her voice low.
Her brow furrowed at his next words. "We do not speak to ourselves, sir. He hears us, I am certain of that." She studied her hands, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She didn't even know this man and she was preaching to him. "I"m sorry," she stammered, "My tongue runs away with me sometimes. Please forgive me."
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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Apr 10, 2011 1:28:05 GMT -5
"Hector," Hector shook Joan's hand, nodding. "You don't have to apologize. I tend to be rather cynical where religion is concerned. I feel like I'm talking to myself, it doesn't mean that you are," Hector shrugged and turned back to face the front of the church. Such a depressing image. It never did quite settle well with him, the idea of a brutal murder being a symbol of everlasting life. Of course, it rather suited his enterprise. He was in the business of death and extortion so the crucifix wasn't exactly inappropriate. But it was easy to recall a time when the sculpture of Jesus nailed to the cross had frightened him.
Maybe that was the point. Terrify the flock into following the Pope, the good sherpard he was. Hector wouldn't put it past the vatican to do such a ridiculous thing. They weren't normal in any way, so why would their approach to politics be? "What brings you here today, Joan? Anything specific you need God's help with or is it a general check up?" It wasn't any of Hector's business, but he needed to fill the silence with something. Having made contact, it was suddenly very uncomfortable to not continue it.
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