Thread: A moment of reflection (8/3/09 Anyone welcome....)

Reply by Zachary S.

Lazarus enters the already cracked open doors and looks down the long isles where Christ is typical hanging from a Cross finaly sculpted out of wood and rail rode spikes. He never understood the need to scare the people into faith when it was so easy to just accept it. His reason here were no where near related for or to the curch but rather to a donation that in turn would win him a favor with the curch.

He spoted a shady figure in a pew and figured he would take a quiet and respectful aproach to finding the preist that should soon arise when all the noise of the door. He looked around and stain glass window told stories from The Good Book. Each he knew and was taught as a child. He was never sure what was real and what was fake after his turning. He figured someday a nice man from this great orginazation would come and call him a few nasty names that all mean Damned. Then he would have all his answers. He really didnt have much to reflect on. As a Child of Caine he was never evil at the core he was still him only more intune.

He took steps closer to the Holy figures in glass and read the latin translation in his mind. Dead languages were only dead when they were forgoten. He smiled and made his way forward to the priests office. The small tred on the carpet made it easy for the little ol ladies not to fall he guessed. All cattle to him anymore. He had never killed anything that still had a pulse.

He looked to the figure again and figured it to be an old lady hunched over or a bum till his eyes fully adjusted and he realized that it was one of his own...well in a matter of words on of his own.

"Come here to confess your sins have you Constantino? "

Reply by Anne Bowie

A small dark haired figure sits in one of the pews. The bright colors of her bohemian style of dress seem out of place here in this sedate house of worship. At first glance, one might think that this girl with eyes trained on her lap is praying. At second glance, one might catch the gleaming whiteness of paper against the black leather of a sketchbook and a pencil moving furiously across it. She sighs and shifts, looking up for a second at the stained glass window on the wall nearest her and then goes directly back to drawing.

Reply by Jess Phillips

Constantino pauses a moment, not responding immediately to Lazarus's question. He crosses himself again and sits back staring up at the massive crucifix. "Confession? Non. Reflection. Si. This building provides a solitude that sometimes you can't even find at home."

Tino turns slightly to look up at him. "So what brings you here tonight my friend?"

Reply by Phaedra McCollum

Renata walks into the church, noticing the random figures in the pews. She is surprisingly covered up in a knee length skirt and a white fully buttoned up shirt. Her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. She too looks up at the Large crucifix before walking down the isle. She notices Tino and sits a few pews back. She slightly looks down at her lap...her hands on top of one another. She looks up and studies every one else in the church

Reply by Zachary S.

He looks to him and understands what he is saying. He has his place where he enjoys going for a moment of inner reflection. He took a seat next to him on the Pew. He smiled to Tino a friendly smile befor he spoke

" Reflection is a funny thing. Something that can be cleansing as an evening rain or as deminishing as a car accident. So how do you feel" He paused" Cleansed or Deminished?" As his lips closed he knew that what ever answer he would get would still hold some sort of double meaning that he wouldnt go any further with then a casual answer.

He still thought of where that silly ol priest would be.

Reply by Jess Phillips

Tino glances around as Lazarus sits down, taking note of the dark haired woman in colorful clothing, mildly disappointed that she would chose to make art instead of consult her soul. But then again perhaps she is finding her soul in the art...He smiles and nods to Renata as she sits behind him, taking in the movement of the kindred just as he would have hoped she'd do.

Turning finally back to Lazarus. "I don't find it cleansing, as you mentioned before, confession...confession is used for cleansing. And I can hardly see how you could be diminished by a moment of reflection. It defeats the purpose of organization. Reflection is meant to focus, and enlighten the mind and the soul."

Reply by Anne Bowie

Elise heard the voices and simply decided to listen until she was noticed. You never kknew when you might hear something useful

Reply by Phaedra McCollum

Renata smiles at Tino as he nods at her. She looks back down at her lap..still randomly looking up at Tino and the gentlemen beside him. Listening as best she can..still in deep thought though

Reply by Zachary S.

He nodded in agreement with his statement but still felt differently"Then you must have had a good week. I find in my reflections that i seem to focus on the main points of life, mine and what i have done to others. What others have done to me and that is how i justify the reflection as cleansing or deminishing. The feelings i feel after thinking about what has been happening and where i hope to move forward.

Anyway to answer your question the Priest here asked for a small loan from a respectable business i own and im here to deliver. Much like anything in life Nothing is free. For this I ask a favor of him. When or what that favor might be i have no idea. But to have the favor is what is importaint to me."