Post by Alana/Opal on Mar 30, 2013 18:24:52 GMT -5
Ever since she quit the Radio Station, Alana had been helping out her father around the Garage. Though she was good at it, and it helped that her hands were so dainty that they could get into engines in a way that Triton's bulbous ones couldn't... it was just not in her to be doing this kind of work for much longer.
She thought about applying to be a waitress, since music editing was really only called for at the station... she would have to talk to Mrs. Lucas about that. The clubs probably paid better, but Ariel sang at them... so she wasn't really willing to go there...
The last customer of the day, and they came up to Alana with impatience. "Excuse me, Miss, but I have been waiting for TWENTY MINUTES to pay the bill... the big man with the beard walked off to get something, and hasn't come back SINCE."
"Probably to get a calculator." She explained, smiling to calm him down. "Our cash register is kinda old-school. I'll be RIGHT back, sir." She hurried to the back area, calling for her dad. She found him a room over, in the storage, he was laying on the ground. Horror flashing through her mind, she rushed over to him.
"DADDY?" She cried out. She was at his side in a flash, but when she turned him to face her, his aqua eyes met her violet ones. He was perfectly fine... but he shut his eyes with a sigh and put his snowy head down again. This was a symptom of his depression, triggered by things that reminded him of painful memories.
She looked around... and saw it... in the corner of the storage room, finally exposed as Triton had sifted through the disorganization for what he needed: His Trident. Alana's heart twinged. She bent down and kissed him on his rosy cheek.
"I love you, daddy." She murmured. "I'll be right back." She got up and grabbed what she needed, rushed back to the customer out in the garage, staving off tears.
Once he was gone, she quickly locked up the place and went back to her father, who hadn't budged. She helped him to his feet and led him upstairs to his room, her small petite form supporting his hunched muscular frame. Once she had him situated in bed, she started the usual preparations; dinner, feed the fish, set up easy breakfast makings so he wouldn't FORGET to eat in the morning if she was out job searching. She set his dinner in his room, sometimes he ate it, sometimes he didn't.
It was getting dark as she finally went downstairs. She threw on a coat over her change of clothes and grabbed a flashlight. This wasn't the first time that something like this had happened. The first thing that sent Triton over the edge like this was Attina's crown, found in a gutter. Then Mother's music box, in Gold's shop. A few other things that he was able to bounce back from... but he couldn't from the Trident.
She picked up the golden staff, it's weight heavy, yet manageable in her nimble hands. She would have to take it to the 'hiding place' where she stashed the other items, near the dock: an overturned row boat that was so embedded into the ground under the pier. The boat had compartments that were quickly filling up, but probably had room for one more item.
She walked out to her jeep and loaded the weapon in. As she climbed in and turned on the car, she saw the time. Eric would be getting off at this time. Not that she cared. At all. It was just a fact. And she might see him as she drove by the station, walking out to his camaro. It's not like she TIMED this so it would happen. He was just so predictable with his schedule. And the few times that she MADE SURE to head out later, to AVOID SEEING HIM.... he had worked LATE... and STILL she saw him as she drove by. It pissed her off.
...But it was good to see that he looked healthy. He sometimes forgot to look after himself, putting his work first. His own damn fault though...
Alana pulled out of the parking area.
She thought about applying to be a waitress, since music editing was really only called for at the station... she would have to talk to Mrs. Lucas about that. The clubs probably paid better, but Ariel sang at them... so she wasn't really willing to go there...
The last customer of the day, and they came up to Alana with impatience. "Excuse me, Miss, but I have been waiting for TWENTY MINUTES to pay the bill... the big man with the beard walked off to get something, and hasn't come back SINCE."
"Probably to get a calculator." She explained, smiling to calm him down. "Our cash register is kinda old-school. I'll be RIGHT back, sir." She hurried to the back area, calling for her dad. She found him a room over, in the storage, he was laying on the ground. Horror flashing through her mind, she rushed over to him.
"DADDY?" She cried out. She was at his side in a flash, but when she turned him to face her, his aqua eyes met her violet ones. He was perfectly fine... but he shut his eyes with a sigh and put his snowy head down again. This was a symptom of his depression, triggered by things that reminded him of painful memories.
She looked around... and saw it... in the corner of the storage room, finally exposed as Triton had sifted through the disorganization for what he needed: His Trident. Alana's heart twinged. She bent down and kissed him on his rosy cheek.
"I love you, daddy." She murmured. "I'll be right back." She got up and grabbed what she needed, rushed back to the customer out in the garage, staving off tears.
Once he was gone, she quickly locked up the place and went back to her father, who hadn't budged. She helped him to his feet and led him upstairs to his room, her small petite form supporting his hunched muscular frame. Once she had him situated in bed, she started the usual preparations; dinner, feed the fish, set up easy breakfast makings so he wouldn't FORGET to eat in the morning if she was out job searching. She set his dinner in his room, sometimes he ate it, sometimes he didn't.
It was getting dark as she finally went downstairs. She threw on a coat over her change of clothes and grabbed a flashlight. This wasn't the first time that something like this had happened. The first thing that sent Triton over the edge like this was Attina's crown, found in a gutter. Then Mother's music box, in Gold's shop. A few other things that he was able to bounce back from... but he couldn't from the Trident.
She picked up the golden staff, it's weight heavy, yet manageable in her nimble hands. She would have to take it to the 'hiding place' where she stashed the other items, near the dock: an overturned row boat that was so embedded into the ground under the pier. The boat had compartments that were quickly filling up, but probably had room for one more item.
She walked out to her jeep and loaded the weapon in. As she climbed in and turned on the car, she saw the time. Eric would be getting off at this time. Not that she cared. At all. It was just a fact. And she might see him as she drove by the station, walking out to his camaro. It's not like she TIMED this so it would happen. He was just so predictable with his schedule. And the few times that she MADE SURE to head out later, to AVOID SEEING HIM.... he had worked LATE... and STILL she saw him as she drove by. It pissed her off.
...But it was good to see that he looked healthy. He sometimes forgot to look after himself, putting his work first. His own damn fault though...
Alana pulled out of the parking area.