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As much as Imago placed their feet lightly on the ground, they could not help but garner attention from the ladies who looked at them a little bit peculiar. Since the morning, Imago has shifted their physique and appearance to that of a young man, wearing a suit hiding their torso’s male lacking features. Easy as it is to cut their hair short enough to look manly, their facial feature was a different matter. So, instead of this debacle, disguising themselves to fit the bill of a theatre attendant or employee was the nearest they could think to enter the premise without setting any sights on Imago. They opted to naturally immerse in the opulence of being a patron with enough cash to walk in the theatre’s streets enough to scare them. Being in control of people around Imago by sheer presence was a unique experience to observe. People from within the community, used to Imago’s unbecoming messy self, poked their heads in curiosity and bias at the languid misplaced aura of awe that it pro
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 16)
Sitting on the hidden part of their shed on the rooftop of the apartment complex, lit with the light of the town, was the picture of a woman smiling lazily at the lens of the camera. Their eyes looked dull in the color of sepia, but it did not hide her beauty and class that shone through the demure slump of her shoulders. Coifed braided hair adorned the back of her scalp while a crown of simple silver chain jewels laid on her forehead onto the edges of the braid that lands almost behind her inwardly curled ears. White was the color of her hair due to the hue that looked like several lines looked off contrast and too bright, but the setting of the background depicted the dark inlay of the streets she was photographed in with a simple light grey colored dress that was tied on the neckline by a striped ribbon. She was exuding a rich lady playing for the first time in a place unusual and nothing bothered her, not even the world that looked unusual. The document read Emmy Darmstadt*, she
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 17)
Sitting in the courtroom, for the first time, felt real to Imago in a way a tourist would absorb the historical museum visit included in their travel tour. Conceptually it’s an educational trip filled with culture and tradition, but for the moment, it’s not the building’s history at play with the wonder but the people residing.Conjunctions of spilling vocal anger and the never subsiding volley of protests pour out the noise pollution filling the room as a few of the watchers sitting in the trial voiced their opinion’s one by one. Unfair comparisons built on biased stories gapped the families who witnessed the prosecution of the one person who they believed is the cause of strife and punishment for their relative, child, partner, or parent, to succumb to a spiral called addiction.Wary a person can become at the center of borderline lynching, Imago watched at the calmness Mirror exuded as the frown on their partner’s face deepened when the watcher’s outside of the main trial kept on p
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 18)
The struggle to trap the stabber should have been solved when Chipper and the young man, identified by Mirror as Imago carrying a large bag, captured him in a body slam duo. Imago weighted themselves with the bag that contained their portable generator, conveniently on their body well strapped in the backpack bag. Their knee is on one shoulder trying to avoid the neck while their weight was heavier on the other knee that sat by the leg adjacent to the shoulder.“Augh,” winced Chipper, the stab wound now fully bleeding as the knife was still inside him.He body slammed the stabber just to have a chance to avoid the stabber’s escape, it was fortunate that the lawyer got in the way so that the swerve the stabber did, had to assume a sharp corner turner. The sudden turn takes time to step away and over, giving Chipper a chance so that he could force himself to heave his body over as a blockage.Chipper felt the sting become unbearable so the focus on his legs and elbow gave way when he po
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 19)
The place Imago and Mirror stayed in was cheap for the middle class, enough for a day of stay. Sure, it was short-lived comfort, but Imago worked for a good conditional situation the two of them could talk with the owner. Business deals are not a thing Imago could haggle but sure enough, provide ample proof of their ability in as much sincerity as the owner liked despite being fishy in the way he sees the two. Agreeing to hire them with a trial of one week with the following conditions, memorizing routines, menus, services, and all major rules of the hotel. Within the day they had the deal. Sure enough, they met the requirements as if they naturally lived for it. Thus, the start of their first day to work in a hotel down in the northwestern area, near the town center municipality sparked a week. Such a thing would not have worked if they did not pass the first level of assessment, the aesthetic requirement the owner wanted for their servers. Moreso for how handsome Mirror was that th
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 20)
The girl stood at four feet tall with her hair tightly bound by braids on the side of her face. No one would guess that the distance Imago saw the girl could be considered as “clear enough to see everything,” but it is what it is, they saw everything through their eyes. Completely mapping out how the girls’ eye’s looked alive but sad, dim to the daylight.Amazingly, it’s not how gloomy she expressed her emotions on her youthful face that catches Imago’s attention. Creepily considering if there was a hidden laboratory in this town or something akin to it, the girl looked like the woman from the picture and a possible youthful-looking Mirror. If Imago ever wondered what a young Mirror would look like, and female, there is a standing example just a distance away, in front of them.Someone had called Imago over so that they could have another hand carrying the five-foot chocolate fountain as the centerpiece of the reception area. Running over to help the others, Imago glances one last tim
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 21)
Parties on the scale of a hundred attendees are no match to the tolerance and experience Mirror acquired by the forbearance they were instilled with as an android serving their “one rule.” If it was not enough, every member of their “rules” family is entitled to their kind of service, as long as their “rule” insists or requires them to in the likeliness that it was necessary. Long as they are not related or concerned with the current “rule,” any other kind of person asking for service from Mirror will be dismissed.The only exception to this is the recent events, although if it were not for Imago planning and agreeing with the plan, they would not proceed. That is the duality of Imago being the “rule,” a life meant to coexist with the ideology of freedom of one’s will to be exercised.The freedom to “coerce” a group of people into work is a questionable action that should be suspicious. Even the reason, as they say, “spend a time of tryst back into their house because they originally
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 22)
Greeting someone’s resident of a home as if you were not a stranger seconds before meeting them should be grating their paranoia. A person’s level of fight or flight towards the “unknown,” mysterious, or any change in their environment, becomes confusing. Anything can happen. Any thought could occur. One thing is certain, Imago did not expect to be waved back by a stuffed toy dog that involuntarily followed gravity down the railing. Out of instinct, and panic, Imago rushed to catch the doll in time for the girl to run over the side staircase, making the loudest “thunk” sounds on the copper steps.The echoing of her running footsteps filled the walls of the first floor anyone within hearing reach would hear it without fail.“What happ—whoa, that’s cute to—” Mirror rushed to see Imago holding the stuffed toy dog with a frown dissolving into a pleasant smile when they noticed the doll in Imago’s arms. Though, they stopped moving forward when they noticed the girl at the base of the middl
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