Post by SYDNEY ROSEN on Feb 25, 2016 0:05:31 GMT -6
let your troubles roll by
So many cities and windows and lives and through each one there's a soul that strives to survive. So pay no mind, my sorrow's fine. The day is alive and that's why I cry.
"oh dude, what happened to you? looks like you yolo'd a litlte too hard." the woman muttered under her breath as she examined the body on the table in front of her. she wasn't a coroner, but merely a morgue assistant, so cause of death and any of that shiznit was not up to her. still, her boss let her examine the bodies, partially because of her interest but also because of her schooling and the fact she'd eventually become a medical examiner. she couldn't honestly say she liked blood or guts or any of the things that came with the territory but death was something she'd accepted in all gruesome and unflattering forms. to say she had a strong stomach was a bit of an understatement, considering she proceeded to eat her lunch of an unhealthy chili dog shortly thereafter.
generally sydney worked the third shift at the morgue, which was just fine by her. she didn't mind being awake all night, especially considering it was when the spirits were generally the most active. it gave her some time to chat with them, or even just to figure out what their lives had been about. some were confused as to why they were looking down on their bodies on the metal slab. others were angry and then, of course, there were some who said nothing at all. it was the ones who were wrongfully taken from the world which piqued her interest the most, igniting some ambition in the normally lazy girl. she liked to help the spirits be able to move on and on more than one occasion, had done some super sleuthing to get the task done. in short, it kept life interesting.
today she'd taken a shift for one of the other morgue assistants, landing herself a day where she had to be awake while the sun was up. such an odd concept for her. regardless, she supposed she didn't mind, despite the many yawns she had to stifle. when five 3 o'clock finally rolled around, she gladly put her ticket into the time punch and headed out the door. syd made sure to pull her coat tightly around her frame, knowing the cool march wind would taunt her the moment she set foot outside.
the scene of the hospital and the dynamics amused her. see, she was a people watcher, in addition to observing the dead. it was like she went from one variable to the other as she ascended to the upper levels of the building. down below, it was eerily quiet and smelled heavily of the formaldehyde used to keep the bodies preserved. each floor the elevator went up, she noticed a change. the smell of death was gone and additionally, the quietness had bloomed into a crazy bustle. seemed like a stupid thing to notice but she was all about details.
having no plans for after work, other than maybe catching up on some z's, syd ventured out into the world. she had a car but mostly, it sat in the parking lot of her apartment. it seemed much easier to walk, especially when the village was small enough to do so. why she'd even had the car in the first place was a mystery to her - it wasn't like she left the area often. she started off down the road, hands shoved into her pockets as she braced against the wind. what to do, what to do...
sleepy hollow was a very active place where ghosts were concerned. how could it not be, considering it's age? nearly everywhere she went, she caught something lingering out of the corner of her eye but nothing was truly as active as the cemetery just outside the historic church. many times she'd been there wandering among the headstones as she read them. the histories of the people that lived here were entirely intriguing to her and for that reason, she'd spent a good amount of time researching the former residences in the library.
the cemetery seemed like a good place to get sidetracked for a short while, just before the sun set. hell, even if she stayed long enough for darkness to come, it wouldn't have been much of a problem. after all that's when things really started to happen. brushing past the wrought iron gate, syd meandered through rows, occasionally stopping to brush snow off a headstone so the inscription could be read. and slowly, as she studied each one, the transparent images around her began to form. "seriously guys, don't be so chatty." she teased aloud. but in all actuality, it wasn't common for them to verbally reach out to her. with that in mind, she simply leaned against the stone of washington irving, reveling in the world around her.
generally sydney worked the third shift at the morgue, which was just fine by her. she didn't mind being awake all night, especially considering it was when the spirits were generally the most active. it gave her some time to chat with them, or even just to figure out what their lives had been about. some were confused as to why they were looking down on their bodies on the metal slab. others were angry and then, of course, there were some who said nothing at all. it was the ones who were wrongfully taken from the world which piqued her interest the most, igniting some ambition in the normally lazy girl. she liked to help the spirits be able to move on and on more than one occasion, had done some super sleuthing to get the task done. in short, it kept life interesting.
today she'd taken a shift for one of the other morgue assistants, landing herself a day where she had to be awake while the sun was up. such an odd concept for her. regardless, she supposed she didn't mind, despite the many yawns she had to stifle. when five 3 o'clock finally rolled around, she gladly put her ticket into the time punch and headed out the door. syd made sure to pull her coat tightly around her frame, knowing the cool march wind would taunt her the moment she set foot outside.
the scene of the hospital and the dynamics amused her. see, she was a people watcher, in addition to observing the dead. it was like she went from one variable to the other as she ascended to the upper levels of the building. down below, it was eerily quiet and smelled heavily of the formaldehyde used to keep the bodies preserved. each floor the elevator went up, she noticed a change. the smell of death was gone and additionally, the quietness had bloomed into a crazy bustle. seemed like a stupid thing to notice but she was all about details.
having no plans for after work, other than maybe catching up on some z's, syd ventured out into the world. she had a car but mostly, it sat in the parking lot of her apartment. it seemed much easier to walk, especially when the village was small enough to do so. why she'd even had the car in the first place was a mystery to her - it wasn't like she left the area often. she started off down the road, hands shoved into her pockets as she braced against the wind. what to do, what to do...
sleepy hollow was a very active place where ghosts were concerned. how could it not be, considering it's age? nearly everywhere she went, she caught something lingering out of the corner of her eye but nothing was truly as active as the cemetery just outside the historic church. many times she'd been there wandering among the headstones as she read them. the histories of the people that lived here were entirely intriguing to her and for that reason, she'd spent a good amount of time researching the former residences in the library.
the cemetery seemed like a good place to get sidetracked for a short while, just before the sun set. hell, even if she stayed long enough for darkness to come, it wouldn't have been much of a problem. after all that's when things really started to happen. brushing past the wrought iron gate, syd meandered through rows, occasionally stopping to brush snow off a headstone so the inscription could be read. and slowly, as she studied each one, the transparent images around her began to form. "seriously guys, don't be so chatty." she teased aloud. but in all actuality, it wasn't common for them to verbally reach out to her. with that in mind, she simply leaned against the stone of washington irving, reveling in the world around her.
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