Moeka Kiryuu (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nomophobia) wrote2012-11-03 06:49 pm
nomophobia) wrote2012-11-03 06:49 pm
voicetest
Given name: Dexter. Family name: Morgan.
Seven in the morning. Lights on.
Haven't slept for two days now. On the dot. FB says to take a break. Moeka texts back "don't worry about me ♡". Sure of it. Sure something's going to happen. FB says to trust her intuition. So she'll listen. The voice in her heart. Says: "wait."
The dark of night. Watch him leave. Careful.
Leads. Threads and pathways. Every single one of them criss-crossing. The tapestry Moeka weaves is ugly. It is dutiful and passionless and obsessive.
It is her job.
Eight in the morning. Curtains drawn.
Time to move. Pass him at the door; he holds it open. She texts:
Take the picks out. Jimmie the door open. Empty hallway. No one saw. Will see. The lock snaps open. Step inside, and look around.
Now, search everywhere.
Moeka moves to a closet. Inside is a trunk. Inside are tools. She looks them over, examining, but finds she's wasting time. Look over to the doorway.
And there's someone there.
Seven in the morning. Lights on.
Haven't slept for two days now. On the dot. FB says to take a break. Moeka texts back "don't worry about me ♡". Sure of it. Sure something's going to happen. FB says to trust her intuition. So she'll listen. The voice in her heart. Says: "wait."
The dark of night. Watch him leave. Careful.
Leads. Threads and pathways. Every single one of them criss-crossing. The tapestry Moeka weaves is ugly. It is dutiful and passionless and obsessive.
It is her job.
Eight in the morning. Curtains drawn.
Time to move. Pass him at the door; he holds it open. She texts:
[8:12AM] The baby should be in childcare right now. (｡･｀ω´･｡)
[8:13AM] So let's do this! ★♡
[8:13AM] There is nothing to stop me. I will complete my mission. Just for you, .。.:*・°☆FB☆.。.:*・°
[8:13AM] Today is certainly the day.
Take the picks out. Jimmie the door open. Empty hallway. No one saw. Will see. The lock snaps open. Step inside, and look around.
Now, search everywhere.
Moeka moves to a closet. Inside is a trunk. Inside are tools. She looks them over, examining, but finds she's wasting time. Look over to the doorway.
And there's someone there.