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| Grimm, Rieper and Associates; Funeral Directors | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 13 2004, 09:23 AM (3,459 Views) | |
| Mearnskirk | Jul 9 2004, 05:42 AM Post #351 |
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Retired Undertaker
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* A freezing wind runs through the room. Fidei shivers, and even Josiah Grimm, who generally seems impervious to the environment, looks affected by something. He rushes downstairs to the bed where Jammer lies, but the room is warm, Vientu is dozing in her chair, and Jammer seems to sleep peacefully. Puzzled, Josiah returns to the library, and absent-mindedly places his hands on Fidei's shoulders, and she suddenly feels much warmer. Suddenly, Josiah turns away and looks under the table. He touches Christie's hand and gasps, quickly drawing it away. He turns, ashen, to Fidei. * It seems that the force which was trying to direct her to its own purpose was unable to fully overcome her resistance. Unfortunately it has taken too much from poor Christie in the attempt. I'm afraid she's gone. * Josiah Grimm lifts the lifeless body of Christie and carries it out of the room * |
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| Christie | Jul 23 2004, 01:19 PM Post #352 |
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Enchantress
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As evening approaches, the sky over Grimm, Rieper and Associates is dark and stormy. A strong wind gusts fiercely and long white, blue and purple streaks of lightning split the sky. A sparrow, seeking shelter from the storm, lights on the balcony rail, then flits over to sit in the potted palm beside the hot tub. The bird begins to sing a beautiful and cheerful melody as though oblivious to the raging tumult around it. Suddenly, the wind calms and the sky seems to be split as the clouds roll away from the full moon. The moon smiles down on the beautiful beach below, illuminating the white sand. It is low tide and the beach is pristine, as though no man has ever walked on it. The sparrow leaps into flight and is transformed into a human figure. It appears to be a young female, wearing her long, dark hair in a ponytail high on her head. She moves as though lightly floating and is surrounded by a glow, much like the ring around the moon. She looks at the hot tub with a wistful smile, then walks through the open door into the living area of a cozy, comfortable apartment. She moves gracefully through the room, glancing at personal items here and there, touching some briefly, picking up and caressing some before replacing them. She moves to a small black object sitting on the counter…it is a pager of some sort. She picks this item up carefully, notes that there have been no pages, and turns it off, replacing it on the shelf. She then moves into the bedroom. She sits down next to the small bed that had belonged to Stefan, and thinks momentarily about him, knowing that he now is in good hands, and hopes that he is happy. She gets up and goes to the closet, where she removes a small knapsack. She opens the bag and places it on the bed. Into the bag she then places several items: a jar of goober-grape, a bag of gummi bears from the Market Street Street Market, a handmade pearl tiara, a small straw doll wearing an eye-patch, and a pirate’s hat. She then begins to look through some of the pictures on her shelf. One of herself and Jammer entangled together in a hemp-hammock chair, one of her and Mr. Grimm downstairs…(strange that it seems that you can actually see the table directly BEHIND Mr. Grimm?), one of herself and Fidei Defensor, arm in arm, smiling cheerfully, obviously plotting something and up to no good. She pulls out a sheet of stationary and picks up a pen. With a steady hand, she writes, “My dearest Fidei, I want you to have this picture, and to remember all of the good times we had. Don’t be sad for me, cause I am fine. I am going to be with my God, and with my Mom. I am going to see my friend Teddy again. I am happy now. There is no uncertainty about life, and love, and what is the right thing to do. You have grieved for me for a month now….now its time to move on, and know that I love you (not loved-cause I still do love you). I miss you, but as long as you remember me, I will be with you. When you think of me, do it with happiness and not sorrow cause it breaks my heart to see my friends sad. Whatever you do in life, remember that you are special, and beautiful, and smart, and funny. You deserve the best and do not settle for anything less. Live life on your own terms and do not let anyone else dictate to you what you will do or who you will be. Remember, when it rains, it is raining FOR you, not ON you. Dance in it!!! My time here is short and I have to go now, but always remember that I love you and I am with you and I want you to be happy. Love always, C” She wipes away a single tear as she signs, then folds the letter and places it with the picture of her and Fidei, inserting them into a padded envelope. On the outside, she writes “Mr. Grimm, please see that Fidei gets this ASAP”, and places it in her knapsack. She then picks up the bag and slings it over her shoulder and walks back through the living area into the foyer. She turns back and looks around the room one more time, with a content smile, remembering the good times she once had here. She carefully locks the door and steps out into the hall, pulling the door shut behind her. She looks for a moment at the brass nameplate on the door with her name etched on it. She hesitates, then removes the name plate from its holder, placing it into her knapsack. She walks toward the stairway, then pauses to look back at the door. She is not surprised that the nameplate holder, empty only seconds before, now contains an identical name plate. She smiles a happy smile as she walks down the stairs, winking at the large portrait of Mr. Grimm on the wall and thinking about how he always gets the last word. She stops by Mr. Grimm’s office and places the package to Fidei on his desk. She then writes on his memo pad: “Mr. Grimm, Thanks for everything. When I got to the SP, I really did not have any idea where I was going or what I was going to do. You took me in, gave me a job, yes, but more than that, you made me a part of something special. You always treated me with respect, and gave me responsibility, even though I may not have deserved it. You were my boss, but you were also my friend. You pushed me to be more, to better myself, and for that I am grateful. You know more about me than most, and you know what I believed, so you know that I am now in a better place. Be happy for me, and tell everyone here that I love them. All of them. See ya round like a donut. Luv, C” She then walks out the back door and onto the beautiful beach. She smiles up into the clear night sky and breaths in the salt air. She pulls off the long, white robe she had been wearing and drops it onto the sand, picks up her knapsack and walks calmly, steadily, and happily down the moon’s path, out into the surf and beyond. The glow that surrounded her form blends with the glow of the moon, and suddenly, she is gone. |
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| Mearnskirk | Aug 5 2004, 05:27 PM Post #353 |
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Retired Undertaker
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* Josiah Grimm walks out of the front door of Grimm, Rieper and Associates, and opens the glass front of a notice board. He carefully pins a black-bordered piece of parchment, and re-locks the notice board. He steps back and checks his handiwork, then re-enters the building. *[/font] * Josiah enters his office where he finds the package and note. He reads the note and then leaves his office and walks along the corridor. He opens the door marked Christie, and finds her office tidy. He walks over to the door to her private quarters. The door has been replaced by a transparent wall. Looking through, he can see what appears to be Christie's appartment, but the shape of the room seems to have subtly altered, and he can see through the French doors to the deck and the hot tub, which should not really have been possible. A girl is in the tub, and she turns and he sees it is Christie. She smiles and waves to him, and then turns away. Steam rises from the tub and the image is gone. He looks round the office again and smiles. He glances out to the tub again and once again sees Christie turn and wave cheerfully. He waves back, and whispers something inaudible. Then he turns and leaves the room and closes the door, and goes off down the corridor to Fidei's room. * |
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| Mearnskirk | Aug 22 2004, 04:17 AM Post #354 |
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Retired Undertaker
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* Josiah Grimm reaches Fidei's room and sees that she is not there. He returns to his office and takes the thick padded envelope and opens Fidei's door. He places the picture and note prominently on Fidei's desk. At the door he turns to check that Fidei will notice it when she returns. As he watches, the lighting somehow subtly changes so that the picture and note are bathed in bright light, with the the rest of the room seeming somewhat in shadow by comparison. Satisfied, he leaves the room. * |
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| Mearnskirk | Aug 22 2004, 04:29 AM Post #355 |
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Retired Undertaker
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* On the morning of 22nd August, Josiah Grimm and Ebeneezer Rieper busy themselves round the chapel making preparations. Thousands of brightly colorful flowers cover ever surface, and a large shaft of sunlight falls on a particularly vibrant bouquet in a crystal vase on a table at the front. The table is covered in a crisp white linen cloth, and in front of the vase is a life-size picture of Christie's smiling face. Uplifting music plays softly. At the entrance to the chapel, the doors are fixed wide open, and a board displays "10am Christie" in large gold letters on a red velvet background. More flowers, are cheerfully arranged in two large vases on either side of the door. * |
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| Mearnskirk | Aug 22 2004, 05:24 AM Post #356 |
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Retired Undertaker
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* At 10am a peal of bells is heard. Ebeneezer Rieper stands at a lectern to one side of the table at the front of the chapel. * We are gathered here to celebrate the life of our friend and colleague Christie. The format of the service will be simple. We will simply be playing some music, and if you wish to share any thoughts of her just come to the front and go ahead. Don't feel you have to talk though - some of you I'm sure would rather just sit and remember her. * Ebeneezer sits and soft music begins to play. Josiah Grimm stands to speak * From her first day here, Christie fitted right in to Grimm, Rieper & Associates. She was charming, cheerful, creative and intelligent, although she didn't always recognize her own talents. Although she always remembered that I was her employer, she knew she had quickly formed a deeper bond of loving friendship. It would be difficult to exaggerate the impact that she had on GR&A. A ray of sunshine skipping through the building, always friendly and helpful. I will miss her, but in many ways she is still here - I just need to think of her or go to her room upstairs to be filled with a warm glow. Let me close by expressing my hope and belief that my colleague and my friend has found peace and happiness. |
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| FideiDefensor | Aug 24 2004, 12:38 PM Post #357 |
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curioser and curioser...
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*Fidei steps up to the lecturn, dressed in a floor-length, elegant, black dress, a tear running down her pale face.* In times when nothing stood But worsened or grew strange, There was one constant good; She did not change. p.l Life is what you make of it; she made everything of hers and a lot of everyone else's. *She places a bag of gummies and a jar of goober grape on the table beside her, the swiftly departs* |
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| PapaC | Aug 25 2004, 09:09 AM Post #358 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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PapaC and JDelight are sitting in the second row, thoughts of Christie flooding through their minds. JD whispers in PC's ear, and gives him a nudge, but he seems a little reluctant to comply. "Go on," she urges in a whisper, "You know Jim asked you to, and now would be the right time. Christie loved that hymn, and it does sound amazing on the pipes." PC smiles at JD. "OK," he whispers, "for Christie, Jim ... and you." He reaches down under the seat and pulls his backpack forward. Almost silently he unzips the case and takes out the pipes. "Now?" he whispers to JD. "Go on - you'll be fine." she whispers back. PC stands, a little nervously, and makes his way to the front of the chapel. Looking at the congregation, he acknowledges Jim and tucks the bag under his arm. Clearing his throat, PC wipes away a tear. It is difficult, but he manages to speak, quoting a moving piece that perfectly describes our beloved Christie.
He then starts up the pipes and the haunting sound of the lone piper fills the chapel. As the tune swirls around, the congregation join in with the words of the hymn. Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. ’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; ’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise Than when we’d first begun. The tune dies away, and PapaC resumes his seat next to JD, tucking the pipes away back under the seat. She takes his hand and they sit quietly in the second row, thoughts of Christie flooding through their minds. |
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| j delight | Aug 25 2004, 09:52 AM Post #359 |
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*After the swell of the the music finally fades from the chapel, JD squeezes PC's hand, they stand as one and leave.* *Quietly they slip down Market Street and JD expresses her appreciation for the beauty of the day, the music and PC* |
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