• Downpour [act 1]


    [A gentle downpour sounds from the windowpane nearest to the current view. It's late in the afternoon, leaning towards the sunset more so than actual midday. The current situation seems to be taking place in a victorian-esque doctors office, styled in a manner that shows wealth and upper class; (it would be safe to assume this place is located in England), with a dark ebony color to everything but the floor, which was a depressing shade of obsidion.]
    [Currently, we see the shape of two women, conversing with one another in a rather casual manner; though underneath this, in their tone is a more serious, buisness oriented feeling. As it's closer to dark with the current cloud cover and time of day, both of their features are silhouetted, though it's quite evident that one is much older than the other. They both stand ridgid and upright, though the younger seems to keep more to herself, tightly holding on to one of her arms with a nervous grasp.]



    "Dissatisfied with your looks, are you dearie? Well, we can fix that, no trouble at all! All that is needed to repair yourself is a new image. Something more vivid; something...alive. I know just the thing, as well. A snip here and a minor laceration there, followed by a few glorious splatterings of crimson, and those pale lips of yours will glow with new life. Though, frett not, dearie; the pain is only temporary, you'll feel much better afterwards, I garuntee. You'll never be hurt, never again. I promise."

    [These words come from the wiser of the two, that being the older woman in the room. She sighs afterwards, as if speaking had caused some form of emotional exhaustion to overtake her, though otherwise she remained upright and formal as before. Her speach has caused interested from the younger, most likely a client from the nature of their speech.]
    "I'm just not sure...is all that truly necisary to attain such a thing as 'beauty'? I mean...to go through such an ordeal...are you sure that what you say will come true??"

    [The older woman laughs and stares her client down threateningly]"I'm afraid so, or do you question my methods...is it because I'm a woman? I thought you would trust one of your own gender..."
    [Hearing this, the younger woman seems to stagger and look away for a moment in embarassment before staring towards the doctor and taking a step forward]

    "N-no!! I do trust you...I'm just not so sure as to the worth of results compared to risk."


    "If you trust me, then you would question nothing that I do...nor the risk envolved. Your life, in my hands...that is the relationship a doctor shares with their patient. It's a rather secure bond as well; a great deal of responsibility and duty bound in the practice."
    [As this is stated, both their eyes seem to lock upon the others in a single moment of agreement. The message came along clear to both patient and doctor, there was no longer a shred of doubt between the two. All tension vanished.]



    [An hour passed before all necisary preperations were finalized. The doctor and patient met to talk one last time before operation, to speak their minds before all regrets were thrown aside. Afterwards, they both move towards an unmarked door at the farthest corner of the room, both staring at the dark surface and releasing a breath before finally stepping in. Once inside, none would leave until the task was done.]

    [After a moment of silence, there was a maddening shriek and then a clash of thunder before silence fell. It had been done, and thus, she was changed evermore.]


    To be continued, if it's actually decent enough~