Antithesis of Everything (Heidi)

[KADEN ALLINGHAM-HEMSWORTH]

Kaden had never been one for churches.

For one, he’d always found the seating incredibly uncomfortable. He found himself wondering, as he reclined in a long pew that felt like it was made out of bones pressing harshly against his skin. Wouldn’t couches be more comfortable? Did the Church’s doctrine preach discomfort as one of its paramount virtues? Did it pertain to Jesus’ suffering on the cross, or something to that effect? They were interesting questions to pose to one’s self, certainly, but not ones that Kaden had a fraction of the patience required to contemplate. The intense discomfort that the church pew was bringing him was slightly overriding his desire to do any sort of thinking.

His incredible laziness, and consequent distaste for bodily relocation, was also overriding that discomfort. He’d parked himself here in the church because this Saturday afternoon in New York City was one of the most nauseatingly crowded he’d ever experienced, and this was the only location he could think of (granted, he hadn’t thought very hard) that might serve as a quiet place to shuffle his cards and smoke.

The smoking had been done away with relatively quickly, by an elderly female figure bedecked in some sort of black cloak thing that Kaden found decidedly unflattering. ”This is not a toy,” she had explained sternly, snatching his joint from his hand and snapping it in two.

”I was never under the impression that I was smoking a toy,” he’d replied dryly. It would have been quite an expensive toy, at any rate. There was a small part of him that felt he deserved just compensation for his destroyed property, but like everything else, that part was being overridden by his annoyance at the discomfort of these benches.

He shuffled his cards before him, watching the woman, whose gown was still equally as unflattering, though it had been almost an hour, shuffle about her business in the church. Ring finger occupied, he observed, absentmindedly dealing himself a hand of five cards, flipping them back and forth in a colorful arc, and flicking them one-by-one back to the deck like miniature Frisbees. Married? No, cross on the front. Purity. His eyes zoomed in to a small lump protruding from the left side of her…black…accouterment…thing. Box? No…phone. Square, flat…either an Android or an iPhone 5. Wealthier than this occupation might indicate, certainly. A church can’t pay much. How, then… It wasn’t until she bent over to retrieve something from beneath the pulpit that the outline of her undergarment showed briefly through her tightened fabric coverage, like a promiscuous brass rubbing. A night job. Ah.

Well, that was enough of that. Cringing inwardly, he returned to his cards. He needed a distraction, and fast.

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[HEIDI SAXON]

It had been a while since anyone had spotted Heidi Saxon in a church. It had been a while since she'd felt herself walking from the cold street to the sometimes colder floorboards. For years she'd gone every Sunday with her parents, when they were in country and not indisposed. She usually just went with whichever maid was stuck with the cold child. They didn't like her much, but it was watch an eerily obedient little girl for an hour or two or spend it cleaning. The maids didn't share many of the same faiths, but mother had insisted she go to Christian church only, so there were quite a few branches to choose from. When Heidi was old enough to actually understand what they were saying, she decided she liked the non-denominational church's ideals more than the others.There had been a very nice, introspective, but not preachy or condemning pastor, and she enjoyed thinking about what he had to say.

As she got older and her parents climbed higher on their social and business ladders, she started to only go on occasion, and then barely at all. The sneaking out and staying out rarely had her home on Sunday mornings after a while, and if she came into the church reeking of what she'd been taking part in, she found not solace and thought, but glares - judging eyes in a house where all were equal. It made her sick. So she stopped going, only occasionally finding herself walking in when there was barely anyone present. Old friends, bad friends, still went to several churches that she used to frequent, and she didn't enjoy the encounters.

This was one of those times where she really had no idea why she was going in. Maybe to escape from a familiar face on the street, maybe because it had been such a long time. She'd never really liked this one for the sermons. She enjoyed the look of it very much, though, and she felt her eyes rove over the gorgeous detailing as she stepped dreamily through the aisle.

The sharp smell of a cigarette entered her nose, and Heidi glanced in curiosity at the man now receiving a scolding, as was expected. She found herself chuckling at his comment as she passed them to examine the place of childhood discomfort. She'd not listened much when she'd come here, mostly looked. Wondered what went through sculptors' minds as they carved, painters' as they painted, writers' as they wrote, musicians' as they played. She often found herself in a semi-permanent state of merely existing. Even as a child she'd wondered about the point to it all. If one cannot feel, can one live at all?

Can I, though? It was a question she found herself asking a lot. Sometimes she was sure, but mostly she was lost in herself and who she showed to others or what they wanted her own self to be. Not even knowing what made herself tick, really.

She shifted somewhat uncomfortably with the sudden state of existential crisis she found herself in. Maybe this was why she didn't come to churches more often...

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[KADEN ALLINGHAM-HEMSWORTH]

There was someone in the Church with him.

No, not the useless female fiery messiah, substantive in build though she was. No, Kaden’s keen annoyance that tended to flare up whenever another human being was in his presence was suddenly blaring within him. Someone was standing behind him, and that someone was probably massively unintelligent, as the vast majority of humans were (in Kaden’s experience, at least, which was the only experience he’d ever been able to bring himself to care about).

Now, of course, came the eternal dilemma with which Kaden was always faced in situations like this one: to ignore, or to acknowledge? Kaden was vaguely aware that popular doctrine dictated that he turn around, introduce himself, and craft an irritating façade of politeness for the duration of the ensuing conversation. Oh, but he was so terribly lazy. What on Earth would he gain from such a drab and non-stimulating conversation anyway? Nothing concrete, that was certain.

He really was disinclined to be rude. But not that disinclined. His personal comfort, and therefore, his not having to exert gratuitous physical or mental effort, was always his first priority.

He turned back and surveyed the woman behind him. Well, she looked innocent enough. Very pretty, though not pretty enough to compel him to rise from his seat, for instance, or contort his features into a gruesome imitation of a smile. He allowed himself a nod in her direction. There. Acknowledgement. Social manners at their barest minimum. Just the way Kaden liked it.

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