Kimine: A Day In The Life

Kimine Sindersting: Kimine Sindersting's bedroom 3:27 AM

 

        It had been weeks, and 2 odd months since the release of Lion's Blaze: Witch Amulet my most recent project. I was being hard pressed, both by my Father, and by my own eithic to come up with a new idea for a game. With all that had happened recently, Antler Man, the Orcs, my Powers, the..... Others. I'd been so consumed by other things, i couldn't find my imaginative spark that always came so naturally to me. Flying through code to an empty section i found the ever present void that had plagued me. Plot, Characters, Hooks, these things were gone, never there to start with infact. With the stream of data enevitably making the time known to me i rolled over to my bedside, and fell into the night under my smothering blankets empty caress.

 

        Clydeson you lovely curse. I awoke around 10. The double edged sword of a machine that made its home beside my room's door was buzzing madly stirring me from my slumber. "Miss Sindersting your quite off schedule. Are you well?" clawing my way out of the bed spread i swept my colorful hair out of my way. "No Schedule here Clydeson, that's why we came here three months ago remember?" i said through the speaker holding down the touch screens intercom button. "Yes...Maddam. Annnywho your breakfast has been done for an hour now. Have you any need of a hot breakfast?" "No, Danke Clydeson but i'm going to walk down to the Kitchen, and see how hungry i feel when i get there." "Very well Miss."

 

        After i cleansed myself of the previous nights gruffness, and donned some fresh attire i strode through the halls spinning down the spiralling staircase to the last hallway before the dining area beside the kitchen. On the edge of one of the kitchen's counters lay a ceramic bowl of apples, through the Kitchen's arching doorways I could see Clydeson facing away from me with a silver tray in his gloved hands. Floating an apple from the bowl to my open palm as i passed through the kitchen, Clydeson began to turn, in a sudden surge of unforeseen panic i flung the ceramic bowl into the tile floor. As i released the floating apple in a mock toss into my hand, i concocted a cover story in my mind.

 

        Apples spun across the floor in all directions, shards of ceramic sliced across the floor madly. Quickly putting the tray down Clydeson rushed to my side worry plaguing his elder features. "Are you alright Ach?!" he said putting a caring hand on my shoulder. "I am alright Clydeson." i said giving a sigh of relief as he seemed to have stripped some of his professionalism in his worry about my safety. As we began to pick up the shattered pieces i gave him a reminiscent warm grin as i spoke. "I thought you'd agreed to not call me by my middle name Clydeson." I said teasingly yet reasuring him of my security. He didn't answer me instead grasping the ceramic piece from my hand. "I can clean this up Mistress." I reached out for another piece of ceramic "That's alright Clydeson i made the mess ill-" "No really i insist, you must be hungry Miss." with a reluctant sigh i retracted. "Alright, thank you Clydeson." Finishing up with the shards Clydeson put a hand on the marble counter top, lifting himself up he examined the fine chalky marble between his gloved fingers. Great force had been exerted. A jagged scar was left trailing off the counter where he'd left the bowl.

 

        I strode through the long empty halls of the Mansion, it had felt like we'd only just moved here for quite some time now. I felt no need to make it seem any fancier then it already was but Clydeson that old dog had always been a bit over the top with feeling homely, and decorating accordingly. I'd insisted that it stay in New York but Clydeson had, had my favorite Chandelier shipped in, and installed in the large front room of the mansion. The thing was huge, and probably cost a fortune to make but in the end it was hard to look at from all the sparkling, but i loved it especially how now in the mornings gaze the light filled the room with a rainbow glow only matched by the lights of the Norse God's bridge to Asgaard. As i past by the racks lining the walls of the entry pass i swiped the silken cloak Jake had given me off the rack, making my way to the perimeter fence. As i approached the main gate i put a hand on the elaborate guard box that had long since fallen into disrepair, i contemplated for a long moment on whether or not it would ever see use again.

 

        I took a long run with my writing materials along my usual route. Exercise was always important to me. I stopped at the coast searching around for some stone. I had gathered a nice pile, and for awhile i stood on the beach whipping back my arm, and flicking the stones across the surf. The beach was always empty, and there were always chaotic ripples in the water around this time of day, it was perfect for practicing my more precise telekinesis. Everything is crazy i thought laying back in the sand. I can't think of anything, and these powers while fun could just as easily be a curse. With an exaggerated sigh i slipped my scarf, and notebook over my face, and fell asleep.

 

        The walk from the main road up the drive to the house was always a relief, which is strange for a lengthy uphill climb, but it was always the place i came up with the best ideas after my brain had been warmed up, and organized from my long runs. After my nap my mind had been racing for hours about ideas for the game. Half way up the drive it finally became clear, i pulled out my book, and started writing my mind. "Lion's Blaze: The Sceptar's Roar"