From desk to desk and that desk. Gavel to pen. Trouble travels.
A young lady waiting outside to doctors office; an exiting mother in disappointment of having to cope with her abnormal daughter. The signed paper about the girls imagination and learning difficulties. The next door to be slammed closed behind them was the 4th school to interview them, that doctors document clearly still there. The pen that wrote the diagnosis is the miles of denied references that follows it. It came to court, and another pen files the agreement to send this strange girl among peers of the same problems. A gavel silences a man that thinks he has no responsibility. The pen signs protection from the family. Harassment over money was a loss. The family after them won the case, showing the judge having care in this situation. This young girl had no good sides, either side. It's no wonder they sent her away to a boarding school.
"Don't forget to give the man his wallet back." She nods to the undertaker. Getting off the seat when she should be waiting for her mom to leave the private room with the judge. Just as down the corridor a man carries a heavy file box, doesn't feel how a imp pick pockets and drops it behind him. She rushed over and sees how the man got to a storage room, locked behind him. She picked up the wallet with a frown.
"He will be at the front desk when your leaving." She walks back to where she should be, "Add this for me." She handed some spare notes of money. She opens the wallet with adding this money as asked. No questions.
"Why are we back at this place even though I am being sent to school? Didn't they order it already?" She asked.
"She's having to sign over guardianship to the school. You keep your family names but you not really attached to them." He tells her straight. She frowns in understanding this, "But that doesn't mean you never see them again. I think actually you will be seeing your grandfather more. His a red hand." She thinks that sounds bad, being red handed. She noticed something ahead at the other end of the corridor. A strange thing that wasn't human. She looked to the undertaker and he doesn't see it.
"There's a..." She stares in how it waves at her. Yet the second the undertaker looked, the thing left. She sighed in feeling she knows to much from just looking, "I think there's a gate over there." He defensive and tries blocking her. But she's human and his a ghost. She continued walking to the other end. She checked out this empty side of the dark corridor. Sees it unending of motion sensor lights that don't switch on fast. The forwards she goes, the more delay there was. And making it to the walk junction, she scans all directions carefully. There that thing was waving both dark ways. It was behind waving at the corridor she left from. The undertaker was gone.
From her height of veiw is window sill, walls of cream and grey and blue no slip carpet. A picture hangs on the right before the turn of the junction. The lights flicker only to life when the far away figures wave. The two on eother end waft her to stay away and the one behind her has one limb pointed forwards. As it the junction ahead of her is a walk way. But it is a window that she will need a stool to lift height to see.
'Where are you?' She at least hasn't lost her connection to her freind. The one that follows her around.
"I am still here in the hallway. But this three way junction ends where they are point to me to look." She can't help but speak aloud her reply, "They want me to look out the window I think." She softly only goes back enough to find a moveable table or chair. They waft frantic but ease in seeing she was just getting a chair. A fourth one helps take a chair and place it at the junction for her now. She barely moved away from the junction. This chair wasn't meant to be moved. The once bolted legs have taken floor with, and resting prime pose for her to use it.
"Is seeing this dangerous?" She asked but they all disappeared. She steps on the chair and makes up to the window looking through. It is not a window looking to some place outside. It is a window to an interview room. People are inside already. She looked around and the world is back to normal. But the bang inside the interview room has her attention.
"You have no alibi. No proof." She sees the person in sorrow is sided with wing man. A warm hand on his shoulder. The wing man brushing to point a the window she looking from. Although the human can't see the angel, he looks that way.
"That girl." The man stands in shock, "I know her." He stands scrapping the chair, the interviewer looks too and also sees her. She waved confused but slowly she then looks at the man that noticed her and the angel.
"Mister!" She waved warmly and the interviewer stares in disbelief. He steps an opens the side door. She got down the chair. The interviewer sees the once bolted chair now leaned on this wall. Sees its from down the hall... outside the child service offices. It's the missing seat from there.
"That man in there." She voiced, "He was sad last time I met him." She steps around to peer into there, "Hey Mister, your wife said she was going to pick up the cake. What were you celebrating?" She walks in with meeting the gaze of a sad man, "You're still sad Mister." She has pocket tissues. Her friend undertaker steps around whispering to the angel, "You were talking on the phone when mom was paying for her gas at Wawa. You were late with getting flowers. Your wife was getting a cake, that what she was saying. Then it was loud and we all laid the floor. You helped me and mom. We got you the bouquet after that, you got it from my grandma's flower shop." She frowns in why his crying. He takes her tissue and yet sobbing hard.
"Whats your name little lady?"
"Eliza Luna Seer Fallown. My mom is signing papers down there. I was told to stay near that seat." The man stares at indeed she stayed with the seat. She turns back with the crying man, "I am sorry for your loss Mister. At least, that's what my mom told me I should say to when you loose your loved ones. It is hard to say goodbye." She gives a hug and he hugs her back, "It's a pain that stays but it makes you remeber that you love them. It's all a lie about it going away. It fades but it fades the memories of them. So when it really hurts, they are with you." Patting his back, "Your mom seems a lovely lady." She had rudely reached his breast pocket of something, "Mint is good for memory." Putting it to his hand, "She put it there, right?" The two men are baffled.
"Eliza!" She heard outside.
"Sorry mom. But I stayed with the chair." She rushed out and is hugged tightly in reunited. Her mom sad too, soon crying hard too, "Not you too mom. You don't need to cry. I get to keep my names and still call you on the weekends. You're not going to forget me."
"Ugh..." having jolted her mom to be alert of surrounding, "Eliza. We talked about this. Causing stranges around others." Meaning the chair. The judge dealing with Elizas case spoke to the interviewer guy about the disruption of his case recording. The man inside the room having sat with his thoughts. Stunned by the mint and clouded up.
"The cake... the cake order had a mistake. My wife was telling me that they didn't flavour it mint chocolate chip but instead decorated it with mint icing on chocolate layered cake. She was worried it wasn't perfect enough. It had to be right. It was to be served for my mothers wake. Big cake. We couldn't afford another one. Not the time to replace it." He laughed and smells the mint candy and then smiling to Eliza. He then looked up to his interviewer coming back to the room, "This chalk mint is from the restaurant that night. The one in the mall with many chooses. She never arrived for the dinner. But I stayed there way past closing, waiting." This candy was evidence for his case to be looked into properly. The interviewer couldn't argue that. It was all being recorded. In fact he just now remembered it being on and switched it off now. Since it wasn't usable in court. Espeically the minor speaking during it. Her mom also reconginizes the man.
"Mr Pippen." Her mom voiced. She looked about confused, "I am so sorry if my daughter disturbed you. And the chair. I don't even know." She looked to the judge, "Directly or as she claims to been someone I can't see to be at fault, she always does this. Makes strange things happen." The judge went to lift the chair that was bolted to the floor by thier door once. Nearly breaking their back lifting it.
"I didn't move the chair." Eliza huffed, "How would I?" Just to try disproving her daughter. Mom tries moving it and barely scraps it. It takes both adults to lift and return it down the corridor. Eliza waving the mister Pippen, angel guardian and stressed detective. On the way.
"The reason we bolted this chair was actually because we have had cases of abnormal child's before. The last flimsy chair when through the wall." Posed to the new pin board hiding a nasty fractured wall, "We had to cut the chair smooth to the wall and leave it. It sticks on the other side. Making that office useless." Posed showing her mom of indeed a miracle older chair stuck through wall, "So when you say werid. We beleive you. Even when the rest of the world doesn't. And why we are sending her to a place for such cases. The signing over is a precaution. It's not exactly public and what is out there is frowned as some nonsense."
"Well... this isn't the same. She doesn't make things float or fly." The chair is posed as a disproving point, "She just disappears and appears. Has strange timing." The case worker isn't convinced of this being different. Her mom huffed that she can't argue this. She isn't even the legal person for responsibility anymore. Taking Elizas hand before she runs off out of sight. They move through these office spaces in exiting.
"Excuse me." The wallet guy at the desk, "did anyone hand in a wallet?" Eliza breaks free from grip and tugs the man's cloths for attention. He and the desk woman posed pause in shock of the girl. She waved this wallet up high for him. The desk woman takes it fast and uses the id inside to make sure its his. Indeed confirmed. It was handed back. He peers confused of some new paper money added in, a candle markers business card and a key. He stares confused a lot.
"You dropped it holding that big box of files. I tried to speak up but the door closed behind you by then."
"Thank you for returning it and the missing key." She shakes of anything about a key. He posed of it.
"I don't have anything to do with that. It was the black coat guy in the room with you." He stares spooked and her mom approached with bowing.
"I am sorry that my daughter is bothering you busy people. She is certainly something of magnet for strange." Scooting them away fast away. The judge had to ask about the encounter instantly in seeing the family off. The recording of the disrupted interview yielded even more unnatural results too. The young guy getting his wallet back looks back at the girl and having heard the circumstances. He then knew that girl was different then the other cases. The lost key returned thus his not going to be fired yet and in mind the candle business card has no living world notes. No phone number, direct email. Just the website direction and the business name. When he will later search for it, he has to type in the address by hand for it to show and not search the main site; adding another layer.
"Why are they wearing thinner binds around the eyes then other people here?" She asked anyone that listen and very quietly. It is only the undertaker that is her freind to test them what if. He makes bold actions to step in the way of some folks. The not staff walk through but the staff are slowed in slight hesitation or step around him.
"Can I have copies of recipes some the things you cook for us?" Eliza asked once in the car and her mother having the windows down for the heat to leave had stopped might press on her own window. Automatically she lowers her daughters window a little too.
"I will make sure to pack it in your stuff." She sighed annoyed of events around her daughter and how always her daughter is the trigger of them.
"Excuse me mam." A sudden male voice knocked on her moms window. She was startled with barely getting the key into the engine. She faced the car park security guy and huffed uncertain of this stranger.
"Don't leave the car and don't accept anything from that thing." Eliza voiced at her mom. Her mom huffed in how rude it was.
"Was there something a matter?" She says through her window.
"Someone had bumped your bumper while you were away. I took down their details." Her mom sighed as a bad day is getting worse. She was leaning about something to reach in the glove box when there was an off measure her mom just now noticed. What the creak through the window sees and the through the window is different. She wouldn't have normally notice since she has her window more open for air through. Her Daughter at the back seat is trying to click the window up but it's unresponsive. The window is going up but as if blocked.
"Bumped my car. You watched it happen right? Can I take your name for the statement for insurance and court details? Maybe even a phone number." Slowly now obtained a notepad and pen from glove box. Plus a pouch of salt between fingers, unsteady hands.
"It would be better to give me a way of sending you the details instead."
"So email." She began slowly writing it, "how badly damaged are we talking of my bumper? Big enough a dent for insurance to write off." Slowly she trying to careful get the key into the engine too.
"No personal." Eliza voiced but was cut off with trying to take her seat belt off. Although it's clear that it's not just the seat belt.
"Hey you!" The junior lawyer guy rushed over at the car. The second he was over, "Who are you and what you doing here? You have a permit or identification to be directing parking traffic? Why are you hassling a parked car when you got folks fighting over there?" The mock security guy hissed of foiled plan and leaves fast. The window beside daughter is finally closed. The undertaker has got the unseen cloth bits off the girl. The lawyer makes show of photos and shouting about there being no hired security like him in the car park.
"Are you three alright now?" He glances in and her mom sighed in relief. Although she looked around confused with who the third was.
"Your the intern guy that had the box files and locked yourself in the back room on accident."
"Its actually why I wanted to caught you." He voiced, "And I am glad your not harmed from that freak. We get the occasional creep around here trying to take people personal details. For all I know for bank loan or something."
He helps mom from the car and together they looked at the condition. With her popping the bonnet open, they hook the battery back. So it was all a nasty situation. He sees something else very wrong about her car. He moves fast with getting Eliza out too. The car door wasn't opening. Her mom also can't. Eliza however is smart enough, crawl climbs to the driver seat and out the already open door. She pulls someone else that her mom can't see. And just in time with the engine black smoking. The battery back on has started having the trap to blow. Eliza posed her hand and everything from in the car was cleared. The undertaker sheilds her in time as spray of pressure of the car popping. It dies without flames.
"Are you OK?" The intern helping the girl and undertaker.
"We are OK. Thanks for coming out to us."
"Well if I hadn't heard the play back of the interview you crashed in, I don't think I would have." He carefully approached the car and with lowering to something abnormal at the drivers wheel, he drops it at the floor. A bundle of unknown materials.
"Someone cursed me." Her mom has a lighter and burned the pouch, "And there is only one set of folks determined to have us. Her father denies her existence but his cult family are determined to voodoo us to them. Even setting up this sort."
"Seer right?" He asked and she frowns darkly, "Messed up folks that done this with other potential mistake children. Make the the mothers really suffer it unnecessarily." He takes out a strange slate crystal thing that only undertakers tend to have. He began filing a bunch of things with it. Her friend and some new undertaker are talking to each other now.
"Who is the third person you seen?" Her mom asked. And he paused with then knowing.
"She can't see but she can hear them. She was just talking to that floating organ creep." Eliza tells, "They are dangerous folks." Eliza walked around to her door and sees why it wasn't opening, fingers posed just barely in tracing the big dent that bent the door sealed. She sees it on the other three doors. The adults see them now that Eliza was posing her hand as if mirroring how a monster did it. It was clear now. The pale palour of her mom now, the way this situation played out again. As strangers approaching randomly happens a lot.
"I can get your car towed home. You have to call to ask someone to get you." Getting the back the safety of the office. Eliza gave her mom the handbag full of documents, glove box bits and valuables from the car. Her mom wasn't ready for how heavy the bag is now. Eliza was new also fashioning a big backpack that wasn't seen before. They walk back to the inside where it's cooler out of the sun.
The two undertakers hung back behind with watching the creeps afar from coming back. Sure enough, some poor guy comes smashing her windows in to steal and come empty handed. All on CCTV and reported to the police swiftly. The voodoo bits removed during the vandalism to attempt erasing blame. To late since this nice Intern guy from the office has already snapped photos and been a witness to her being harassed by some stranger. Seen how the mother burned the pouch they found.
"I think it's her ex boyfriend. He always has folks attacking us and loan sharks. A lot of messing about even if my granddaughter is his." Grandfather to the rescue, showing up beside the police and back up undertakers. There's a spirit scuffle out if reach of humans. Eliza knees watching it from the office waiting room window. Watching how the two sides aren't doing anything meaningful to each other. She softly tilted of a bright shape in a dark corner was pointing to Mr Pippen. The man having a hard time.
"Its you again mister." She checked the fighting a last second and then sits next to the tired man, "Your neighbour isn't a nice man at all."
"What you mean little lady? We keep meeting like this, I guess some angels sent you." He laughed lightly but his tone of pain. She snorts of angels but she did consider this a divine sort of thing.
"Everyone was only sick after the guy moved next door. The tap water is tangy. Your wife was buying bottled water in worry. Everyone is sick from it." She pointed out the near window, "The door up on the metal balloon is always closed to keep the air in." She actually meant that the maintenance door for water towers should be locked. But with how they both can see it from this angle. He frowns, "The weather channel has a sky watch here too." She pointed to the TV showing a live picture. He wasn't so sad as such, hurt but these small things.
"I ask someone to close the door to keep the air in." He pats her shoulder, "But that's not what that is for. We use water towers to store water higher then the houses. This makes the sink water faster when you turn the tap on. We have a door in case animals got in or dumb people use it wrong. So it isn't air holding it up. It made of metal." She nods learning this.
"Making something so big of metal is cool." A typical kid response. Her mom sighed annoyed of her daughter bothering the stranger again.
"I don't mind miss Fallown. Your daughter is a smart lady. She might struggle in basics but she sure smarter then the adults around here." Mr pippen getting up, "I got to call folks. She might have just helped the community." He walked to a pay phone and make several free calls with several servay companies and ask the weather station to look back on some footage on one the cameras. Her mother is stunned silent and pulled her daughter to go see grandfather.
"There you are. Clever girl." The iconic bear hugs of the century. Even with twirling her a little before letting her dazed back to the floor, "Now other then your freind, you haven't bothered anyone else?"
"Maybe the wing man during the office with Mr Pippen over there. And the waves men playing games in the corridor. Miss Maya at the reception over there was being annoyed by a guy." Her grandfather takes a long drew sigh.
"She hasn't bothered anyone, not directly anything the courts bother. Please with me backing her, its smooth so far." Her freind greeting her grandfather with respect, "Rather the unwelcomed party we share in common has made a deal with things worse then demons." All her grandfather can do is nod understanding and make a quick hand greeting in return. He studies this undertaker lacking crest and other odd features. There is features of this clay skin glazed that isn't any lower kingdoms standard. Being a lone wolf is abnormal but clearly has attachment the girl for a reason.
"Did she promise anything?" The undertaker shakes no.
"Its because she has a book that I feel I should watch her." The undertaker being honest and had surprised many around.
"We don't talk about that." She voiced.
"It is rude to talk about those that are listening, your right." The undertaker made a similar sound to a huff at cue, which proves his length of time of being an undertaker.
There plenty of tells that he been around a while, and has been hovering the living realm longer then his peers. Given the healthy paranoid glancing to around and stepping always in reach of the girl - knowing she protecting him as he is of her. But he isn't the reason of her smarts, she just naturally seems to gaze at tells and things even if the undertaker isn't looking that way. Working well together.
"Its because of that book there is problems with the other families." Her grandfather concluded, "Would sending her among the cousins like this be wise?" Being direct with the undertaker.
"It will ease burdens on other pressured matters." The undertaker tilts to how the other Fallown here was completely not paying attention with undertakers and was instead making a human statement to what she assumed a officer interviewing her about the whole event. Rather it is just an undertaker of a human paperwork department waiting for her to sign a forget form. The moment she signs it, she not going to remember things straight. With him noticing it now, he steps in and backed his daughter away.
"Gather what you need." He tells the officer undertaker. They take away the form with a nod.
"I thought you left the force in 1980s?" She was perplex of being moved away.
"She needs learning as much as I seem to." Eliza shaking her head.