Ghosts of Fleet Street

[l u c i d `]

Where the hours had gone was a mystery to Alexis and she frowned deeply as she gazed out the window as the dark sky began to streak with grays. She pressed her hands against the windowsill and leaned forward, biting on her lower lip. She didn't even sleep and it was obvious by the bags under her eyes, which became more prominent, making her eyes seem even more green then they had been earlier.

She drummed her fingers mindlessly, waiting for a decent time to go down to the market. She wrinkled her nose and decided she had better change before she did anything. Once she was dressed, she pulled out her hair and ran her fingers lightly through the tangles, wandering through the house aimlessly. She listed off the things that she needed as she went from living room to kitchen to the back room and repeated her trek once more. She was restless.. to say the least.

The hollow feeling in her stomach reminded her that she would have to eat something to satisfy her -- and to make sure she didn't pass out from the lack of energy. She disappeared into the backroom then came back with two bowls, frowning down at them.

"Pies," she grumbled as she began to make herself one.

[Egyptian Myth]

Only a little while before noon did he start to stir, rolling over on his back and then moaning and turning back over at the light that found his eyelids. ".. Mmn..." He slowly opened dark eyes, minding the light this time. Once blurred vision cleared he cautiously rolled back over, giving the pupils nearly invisible in the black-brown of his eyes time to wake up and function properly. Sighing softly, he rolled off the bed, barely catching himself and then stumbling to his feet.

He stood wearily, looking ready to pass out, but remembered he had wanted to go out today. He glanced towards his top hat on the rack but decided against it. Dragging himself to the door, he stumbled his way sleepily down the stairs and then leaned against the side door.
Because he came from the attic, citizens on the street were already staring, some with considerably wide eyes. He leered at them slightly but mostly ignored the stares and hushed tones, giving a pathetic two knocks on the door he leaned against. He wasn't sure if it was locked or not, but he figured it was only polite to knock first since that part of the building wasn't really his. He wondered if she had left without him... then he rubbed his head through messy white hair as he wondered why he cared.

[l u c i d `]

She woke with a sudden start, sitting up abruptly from the couch where she had dozed off. It felt as if she only had two seconds of sleep and she let out a small groan of protest before her eyes widened. She was supposed to have gone down to the market place.. Cursing quietly she jumped up and ran her fingers through her hair again as she went to the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hollow," she said to him slowly, her voice still thick with sleep before she began searching for her hair tie.

[Egyptian Myth]

Simon stood back from the door as she opened it, blinking at the sleepy appearance mirroring his own. Then he remembered he hadn't thought of a reason to knock. He continued to rub his head, mumbling something hopefully along the lines of good afternoon, but then he was silent, struggling to think of something that could justify his being at her door. He was failing horribly at thinking this 'early', so in the meantime his own silence proceeded to consume him from the outside in.

[l u c i d `]

"Are you hungry?" she quizzed, his silence not seeming to bother her, as she began to pull her hair up into her usual messy bun. Once she was finished, she let her elbow rest on the counter top she stood behind and her chin rest in her palm.

"Or, if you're not hungry, we can go to the market.. I've been meaning to go, anyways," she nodded at her words. "Need to get a few things before I open up the shop."

[Egyptian Myth]

He looked at her, grateful for the interruption of the silence. He glanced down at his stomach as if asking it. "... Perhaps a little...." He replied quietly, apparently unsure. He stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind him. ".... I had been intending to go out as well.." He added, gaze wandering out the window at the mostly dreary people passing, many of whom peered at the building warily. He rubbed his head again.

[l u c i d `]

Alexis peered up at him, all ready kneading the dough with her rolling pin, before she asked, "Shall we go together, then?" she was looking back down at the dough now before she began to fill the pie crusting with a meat filling. All in all, her pies did look better than Lovett's and she had kept the place more clean..

"I suppose while we're out, we can advertise you as well.."

[Egyptian Myth]

Still staring out the window, he began to rub his head again. "... I suppose...." He half-mumbled tiredly. He made no effort to sit, but merely stood near the door. He was thankful the woman made meat pies as opposed to any other kind; he hadn't a taste for anything sweet. He glanced at her briefly without turning his head. ".. What is your name?" He asked quietly, only partially sounding as if he cared. His gaze remained out the window.