Friday, May 27, 2011

Pushing Up Daisies - Prologue

Prologue of a new SP fanfiction. Centers around my OC Thalia. The title is a huge clue as to the rest of the story! Another clue: I was inspired for this story when my part of the grade went to a cemetery on a field trip!

The man sat across from the newest person who had applied to help him.  The girl only looked to be around thirteen years old, so the man had to keep reminding himself that this girl was, in fact, not a girl at all and was at least thirty years older than him.  It was quite a feat to keep this in mind, though, when said ‘girl’ both looked and acted so much like a teenager.  Her combat boot clad feet were propped up on his desk and she was absently picking something out of her teeth.

Coughing slightly to regain his client’s attention, the man continued.  “Miss, I’m not sure if we can give you such an important job.”

Thalia Jane Circe’s stormy gray eyes flickered to his face, and the man had a sudden, strange feeling.  It was almost like she could see everything he was thinking, everything that had happened to him, his next move…everything.

Circe sighed in an annoyed manner and the feeling eased, but it was still slightly there.  “Cut the crap, dude,” she told him.  “You know you can’t do this without me.  Everyone else you got either ran off screaming, had a mental breakdown, quit on the first day, or thought this was all a hoax.  I won’t do any of that, you know I won’t.”  She glared at him, as if to prove her point.

The man shifted, uncomfortable.  “Listen, I don’t know how you know all that, but-”

“It doesn’t matter how I know it!” Circe snapped.  “What matters is that I do know it.”

“We don’t trust you.  Anything about you,” the man stated flatly.

Circe took her feet of the table.  She stood up, slammed her hands down, and leaned toward him.  The man leaned away, but couldn’t take his eyes off of Circe’s cold, storm cloud colored orbs.

“Listen and listen very carefully.  I’ll only say this once,” Circe said slowly.

The man nodded slowly, suddenly terrified for his life.

Circe quirked an eyebrow at him.  “I’ve seen your situation.  I’ve seen how desperate you are for a solution.  You, your higher-ups, the rest of your employees…you don’t trust me.  And the feeling is mutual.  But all of you know that there’s no one better than me for the job.  So it doesn’t matter if you don’t trust me.”  Here she paused, a clever smile playing on her lips.  “You don’t have a choice.”

“You have the job,” the man squeaked, still terrified.

The girl leaned back and grinned, clapping her hands together.   “Good!”

And with that, Thalia Jane Circe strode out of the office.  Only after ten minutes did the man realize that she had snatched his Starbucks coffee on her way out.


Who's the man? What's Thalia's new job? Why did she want it so badly?

All shall be revealed!


EDIT: Fear not, Percy Jackson fans! The first part of that fanfiction will be my next post!


  1. Dude, AWESOME! :D
    I love it!!
    So much!
    Definite brilliant-ness!

  2. Aw, thanks!

    More will come. Soon~

  3. She stole his Starbucks! *snortle*

  4. >w< That sounds like Thalia alright! Brilliant writing, I'm looking forward to more~