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tamingthemuseTitle: Halloween Night
Prompt: 380 Samhain or Halloween
Rating: PG13 (not so sure about the language)
"Trick or treat ?"
Children laughters and shouts echoed through the apartment building, forming an annoying white noise the door couldn't completely blocked away. Georgia glanced regularly toward the general origin of the noise, wishing she lived in a remote house in a lost country village, the kind of place that, even on Halloween, children wouldn't dare approach.
She didn't particularly like children, and she hated Halloween. The first thing she had done in the morning of October the 31st had been to stick a big note on her door claiming she wasn't taking part of the pagan celebration, and would report every child who would be bold enough to ring her doorbell to beg for candies. She didn't work her ass off at university to pay and fatten the neighborhood kids. Their parents could do it on their own if they wanted to. The party was already annoying as it was ; children kept going in and out her floor, giggling and yelling, thanks to her neighbor's love for Halloween. The guy was a real lunatic ; a hot one, true, but a lunatic nevertheless. He had decorated his part of the landing like a joke shop, and dressed as a zombie to frighten the little monsters. As much as Georgia had a sadistic pleasure at hearing a kid running scared out of her floor, the yelling and laughing that came together with were slowly detroying her patience. She had work to do, and she couldn't even hear herself think.
After yet another boy screamed by surprise at the sight of the undead neighbor, Georgia went up from her work station and poured herself some tea from the kettle she kept warm on the stove. She sould have known better than to think she was going to get some work done tonight. The color pictures of the recently-acquired stones she was to translate as soon as possible laid scattered on the desk, mixed with hand-drawn copies, attempts at translating, and personal notes on the material and the text itself. She had been working on those scriptures for two days, and was nowhere near finding the solution. The writing in itself wasn't complicated ; it was basic celtic runes, of the kind she had been translating since her early university years. It was the meaning of the text that was giving her a hard time. The sentences were grammatically simple, but once they had been translated, the result held little meaning to her. Some part of it made reference to druidic cults and celtic religious lore, but the overall context was a mystery.
She might be working on the lone evidence of an obscur branch of celtic religion. That idea was nagging her since she completed her first reading, and she had to admit the perspective was exciting. Yet she had to proceed with extreme caution. She had to be sure before she claimed to have dug up such a discovery. Academical carriers had been destroyed for less than that.
Another burst of relieved laughter erupted in the corridor, and Georgia decided to relax for an hour or two before getting back to her work. Those children wouldn't be out messing with the town all night long. At some point, their parents would gather them back in their houses, to eat the result of their candy hunt. She would wait for calm to come back in the building before getting back to work, and try to have something done before going to sleep. She had been a grad student, she wasn't afraid of late nights of work. She set her cup on the coffee table next to the couch, and grabbed her computer from her desk. She settled comfortably against the couch arm, and went through Netflix library to choose the show which would keep her company for the next couple of hours.
Prompt: 380 Samhain or Halloween
Rating: PG13 (not so sure about the language)
"Trick or treat ?"
Children laughters and shouts echoed through the apartment building, forming an annoying white noise the door couldn't completely blocked away. Georgia glanced regularly toward the general origin of the noise, wishing she lived in a remote house in a lost country village, the kind of place that, even on Halloween, children wouldn't dare approach.
She didn't particularly like children, and she hated Halloween. The first thing she had done in the morning of October the 31st had been to stick a big note on her door claiming she wasn't taking part of the pagan celebration, and would report every child who would be bold enough to ring her doorbell to beg for candies. She didn't work her ass off at university to pay and fatten the neighborhood kids. Their parents could do it on their own if they wanted to. The party was already annoying as it was ; children kept going in and out her floor, giggling and yelling, thanks to her neighbor's love for Halloween. The guy was a real lunatic ; a hot one, true, but a lunatic nevertheless. He had decorated his part of the landing like a joke shop, and dressed as a zombie to frighten the little monsters. As much as Georgia had a sadistic pleasure at hearing a kid running scared out of her floor, the yelling and laughing that came together with were slowly detroying her patience. She had work to do, and she couldn't even hear herself think.
After yet another boy screamed by surprise at the sight of the undead neighbor, Georgia went up from her work station and poured herself some tea from the kettle she kept warm on the stove. She sould have known better than to think she was going to get some work done tonight. The color pictures of the recently-acquired stones she was to translate as soon as possible laid scattered on the desk, mixed with hand-drawn copies, attempts at translating, and personal notes on the material and the text itself. She had been working on those scriptures for two days, and was nowhere near finding the solution. The writing in itself wasn't complicated ; it was basic celtic runes, of the kind she had been translating since her early university years. It was the meaning of the text that was giving her a hard time. The sentences were grammatically simple, but once they had been translated, the result held little meaning to her. Some part of it made reference to druidic cults and celtic religious lore, but the overall context was a mystery.
She might be working on the lone evidence of an obscur branch of celtic religion. That idea was nagging her since she completed her first reading, and she had to admit the perspective was exciting. Yet she had to proceed with extreme caution. She had to be sure before she claimed to have dug up such a discovery. Academical carriers had been destroyed for less than that.
Another burst of relieved laughter erupted in the corridor, and Georgia decided to relax for an hour or two before getting back to her work. Those children wouldn't be out messing with the town all night long. At some point, their parents would gather them back in their houses, to eat the result of their candy hunt. She would wait for calm to come back in the building before getting back to work, and try to have something done before going to sleep. She had been a grad student, she wasn't afraid of late nights of work. She set her cup on the coffee table next to the couch, and grabbed her computer from her desk. She settled comfortably against the couch arm, and went through Netflix library to choose the show which would keep her company for the next couple of hours.
