Telling Fortunes [F]

[CELESTE BEAU DUBOIS]

Being a fortune teller in such a small town wasn't that hard, really.
Every so often, Celeste would venture out into the town square
where most of the hustle-and-bustle would take place. Even if it
weren't so crowded, people still crossed through it, which would
make it a prime spot for telling fortunes. Hey, Celeste had to make
money somehow!

People in the village seemed to be desperate for knowing the
future. People would come up to her and, with pleading eyes,
request that she see into the future to determine if their spouse
were cheating, or where they left their keys, and even to see if
their infatuation felt the same for them. They expected her to be
able to see into the hearts of others. That, in itself, was wrong.
She would never do it, look into the soul and heart of another,
even if it were in her power.

So, Celeste just stood there in the middle of the square under the
bright sun. People would pass by and lock eyes with her, only to
fidget and turn away; or they would just walk faster. She didn't
quite understand it, but they weren't really regulars. Maybe their
future had changed. Or maybe they didn't quite understand why
Celeste dressed the way she did. Or maybe THEY didn't even
understand why they felt uneasy around her.

Celeste sighed. It was going to be a long day.

[andrea jazmyne moore]

There were rumors circulating in this small town about someone who knew everything, or could know everything just by looking into your eyes, reading your palm, shuffling some cards, some bullshit like that. However, this was a small town, rumors flew by fast, and Drew felt both curious, and wanted to prove this con artist wrong.

Drew walked into the cobblestoned area known as the Town Square, feeling the spring breeze rush onto her pale, daunting face and lift her flat chestnut colored hair off her shoulders. She shivered, goosebumps forming on her uncovered, tiny forearms. This was Springtime, why was it so damn cold? Her light green eyes looked onwards, staring straight at a blond girl. She was young, and was not the typical "old-hag" archetype as most psychics were; however, she was the only one here.

She walked onward. Maybe this chick could give her directions?

"Hello," Drew's voice was soft, almost weak, "Did the fortune teller psychic chick already leave?" She had not spoken much in a while, and cleared her throat afterward. She shifted her weight from one foot to another, trying to keep her blood pumping.

[CELESTE BEAU DUBOIS]

The wind picked up at times, which caused her black cloak to whip
around with it. Celeste made the motion to pull of her hood to
shield her face from the cold wind. Typical. She didn't expect it to
get warmer until the end of spring. To be honest, Celeste didn't
mind the cold, but she much preferred being warm.

She soon spotted a person - a woman - walk toward her. Celeste
looked down, not really wanting to draw in unnecessary attention.
She would much rather the woman come up to her out of pure
curiosity of her fortune, rather than out of curiosity of Celeste's
appearance.

Her head was arched down, but her eyes looked up only to see the
woman standing before her. Celeste nodded at the woman's
'hello.' "Did the fortune teller psychic chick already leave?"

[/i] Oh.
Celeste almost cracked a smile, though she suppressed it. "Non... I
am the fortune teller that you seek...," she said, almost in a hushed
tone.

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[andrea jazmyne moore]

Non...I am the fortune teller that you seek...

The hushed tones were a little much, but Drew had a bit more to worry about than her obvious crap. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep her small frame warm. "Cool story. Let's get this thing over with then." She said, quite hurried to scurry back into her little store, hide away under her covers and avoid the fridge for the rest of the day.

Drew was fidgeting, she kept shifting positions, tapping her fingers on her arms, she looked like a complete maniac. "Well, go on. Do it." She said, hurriedly. She did not even give the poor blond any time to answer or reply, probably with something totally off the wall and untrue at all. She sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm just, erm, really cold." She said, her voice in almost a whisper.

Oh how she wanted the warmth of those bed sheets.

She heaved a long sigh, and with the small spark of silence between them, her imagination already started to roll. The rustle of the cherry blossoms past the fortune teller sparked her attention, and the radiating pink colors blended together quite nicely. She blinked once, then twice, then back at the fortune teller.

"Well?"

[CELESTE BEAU DUBOIS]

Even though she didn't show it, Celeste was getting really
annoyed. The aura of this woman was mixed, Celeste could only
make out the general attitude of her. She seemed very closed-
minded, and if not then just had her ideals set in stone. Her
tone-of-voice made that very clear. Either that, or she herself didn't
even really understand why she was there.

The woman, who was clearly ignorant to the happenings of fortune
telling (well, Celeste's fortune telling), expected Celeste to just spill
over words or just go into some trance whilst screaming her
fortune? It didn't work that way. Though, the woman apologized
and blamed the weather. Hm, interesting...

There was a silence, and it was heavy. It was a mixture of the
woman's agitation and Celeste's annoyance. "Well?"

[/i] Celeste
looked at the ground, as if she were collecting her thoughts. Where
would she begin? Celeste looked up into the woman's green eyes.
A look of confusion crossed over Celeste's features. "I feel that
there is a starvation in your soul. I am... not too sure what that is,
but... I feel that is a personal struggle within your own self and
mind...," her voice, louder now, trailed off as she looked to her right.

Celeste stared off into space for another minute; her eyes glazed
over. She didn't feel too comfortable around the woman. It all
confused her. She couldn't find a direct answer.

She quickly looked back at the woman and extended her left hand.
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[andrea jazmyne moore]

I feel that there is a starvation in your soul. I am... not too sure what that is, but... I feel that is a personal struggle within your own self and
mind...

There was a long pause. Of course, Drew already knew that. If counting everything that went into her mouth, if she ate anything at all that day was not a personal struggle, she did not know what one would be. She took in a long breath, taking in what she had just said, but what came out of her mouth was totally obvious. Drew was not about to admit it though, and kept her mouth shut.

Another startling breeze passed between the two, sending a shiver up Drew's spine. Just a coincidence, She thought, She's just stating what she see's, not what she really see's. She felt an air of unfamiliarity and uncomfort around the medium. Suddenly, things started to feel a bit real.

Ending the awkward pause, the lady extended out a hand. Out of instinct, Drew took a step back, not knowing what the lady was going to do, but as she realized it was a harmless gesture, Drew returned to her original standing point. May I see your dominate hand, madame? The medium said, her voice almost otherworldly.

It took a moment for Drew to register what she had requested, but she pulled her hands off her arms and let one fall to the side as she outstretched her right hand. "Like this?" She asked, without thinking. Drew bit her lip, "I mean, I don't understand why you need my hands." shouldn't the lady figure her out further just by looking at her? Silly psychic people.

[CELESTE BEAU DUBOIS]

Celeste had wracked her brain about what that even meant. She
only said what she saw, so sometimes even she didn't know what
was going on. It was a unique choice of words using the word
'starvation' instead of 'lack' or 'dimness.'

The woman seemed taken aback from such a simple movement.
Was she nervous? It just made Celeste wonder if her rather tough
personality was just an implement of being overly-cautious.
Nevertheless, as Celeste looked at her open palm, the woman's
found it's way onto her hand. "Like this?" Celeste nodded. "I mean,
I don't understand why you need my hands."

[/i] She paused,
then stated: "I wish to know who you are."

She studied the woman's hand, measuring the length of the palm
in contrast to the fingers. She looked at the health of her nails and
skin. To be honest, she didn't even pay that much attention to the
lines of her hand (which is probably what most people expect
palmists to do first). Celeste paused, but never looked up at the
woman, "...the length of your palm and her fingers are about the
same, very close..." She made some sort of 'hm' sound before
continuing, "...you also have a bit of dry skin... your hand is an air
hand. They show skill in argument... yet they[/color] usually have
open minds. They are independent..."

"Their emotions are usually calm unless they do not take care of
their health," she said, pausing briefly, "...you are more liable to
have successful friendships and a good partners who are fire
hands..." She smiled and looked at the woman in the eyes, "I am an
air hand, as well." Her smile grew a bit bigger before it
disappeared completely.

Celeste then quickly looked back down at the woman's hand; her
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[andrea jazmyne moore]

I wish to know who you are.

Drew bit her lip as the fortune teller looked at her palms. Good luck She thought, as her mind scrambled for defenses. She almost pulled her hand back, storming off, not letting her in, but Drew was a little curious too. She knew who she used to be, but now, even she was a mystery to herself. Why is she the way she is? Why does she do the things she does?

Maybe she could get answers?

...the length of your palm and her fingers are about the same, very close... Hm ...you also have a bit of dry skin... your hand is an air hand. They show skill in argument... yet they usually have open minds. They are independent...

Well that told her absolutely nothing. Air hand, fire hand, dry, open minds, it was all English but it all sounded foreign. It did not sound like Drew, then again how would she know? There was one thing that would define her, and it was the space between her thighs and the number of ribs she could feel without sucking in. Drew was a living breathing skeleton. She had no substance, no meat, no heart.

Their emotions are usually calm unless they do not take care of
their health, Pause ...you are more liable to have successful friendships and a good partners who are fire hands... I am an air hand, as well.

Drew snapped out of her trance, and stared at the contours of her face, the smile creeping up her cheeks, then falling once more as she examined the rest of what Drew was supposed to be up of. The fortune teller was defining her from the lines and crevices on her hands, while Drew only defined herself by the inches around her waist. The conclusion of both definitions were on completely different sides of the spectrum.

"I'm healthy." Drew announced, her voice louder and more defensive than before. The sudden volume change between the both of them startled Drew even. She felt as though Celeste was hinting towards her obvious problems, then again Drew always thought people were thinking about it or talking about it in cryptic patterns. "Fire hands and what not don't tell me anything, either. Aren't you supposed to tell me about my love life and swindle me out of my money like any other fortune teller?" She asked, her voice sharp as a dagger. The last thing she wanted was for this stranger to tell her she has an eating problem.

[CELESTE BEAU DUBOIS]

Celeste was strenuously studying the woman's hand. She could tell
that she was a bit of a non-believer, which didn't bother her. It was
still what she had to do to get buy, even though she hated using
her gifts like this. She seemed like a beggar of some sorts, or at
least Celeste believed she was. She would rather own her own
shop and comfortably tell other's fortunes. It would probably make
others feel more comfortable about seeing her. Or not. Celeste just
knew that she really wanted a place of her own. Not too big, only
enough space to display a few wares and have a table, a new
crystal ball, and chairs to sit in. That was it. That was what she
wanted most.

"I'm healthy."

[/i] The suddenness and loudness of the woman's voice
caught her off guard. Celeste jumped a bit in reaction, but also
looked up into the woman's eyes. "Fire hands and what not don't
tell me anything, either. Aren't you supposed to tell me about my
love life and swindle me out of my money like any other fortune
teller?"[/i] To be honest, Celeste was a bit... offended. Though her
expression never changed. She just stared into the woman's eyes
until she registered a name. "I do not know of what other fortune
tellers do, Andrea Jazmyne Moore... but this is what I do." Palm
reading wasn't the only thing she did. She only did it to register
who exactly she is dealing with. There was more to Celeste's
fortune telling than just palm reading.

Celeste let go of Andrea's hand, gently, and she stared off into
space to her right. Is that what other fortune tellers do? That
seemed pretty far-fetched. Though, Celeste had never been
around any other people who claimed to be 'seers of the past,
present, and future.' She had also never met another person who
could see spirits. But she was certain she wasn't the only one.

"I never claimed you were not healthy, Andrea. I only merely stated
the facts of the air hand," she said, gently, whilst she looked down
at her own right hand. Celeste did not look back at Andrea, she
only stared blankly at her own hand.
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[andrea jazmyne moore]

They had locked eyes, and Drew instantly felt uncomfortable. She knew her eyes were weary, but she could not avert her gaze. The fortune tellers eyes were like amethysts, contrasted by her blond hair color. They were complimentary colors, of course, but Drew suddenly felt like those purple gems were not as big and bright because of her hair framing her face. It seemed like ages, and as they both looked at each other, Drew felt as though she was growing smaller, her insides closing in...

I do not know of what other fortune tellers do, Andrea Jazmyne Moore... but this is what I do.

That was her breaking point.

The fortune teller released her hand, and she immediately took a step back, letting the oxygen atoms flow freely between them and giving herself enough space. The last thing she needed was a panic attack. "How....? How did you....?" She muttered, in an almost inaudible tone.

I never claimed you were not healthy, Andrea. I only merely stated
the facts of the air hand.

Drew started shaking her head. First slowly, but then violently whilst screaming, "No, no, NO." Her head was spinning, thoughts and numbers and figures and scales rushing through her head, and the harder she tried to tie them back the faster they whisked around her mind. "I knew that. You're trying to make me out to be a loony, huh?" She started heaving, "Whatever you think you know, you don't. Okay? Get it? Got it?" Pause, "GOOD!?"

[CELESTE BEAU DUBOIS]

Andrea took a step back, which in turn made Celeste feel as
though she had said something wrong. She felt sympathetic,
because of Andrea's reaction, but she had no clue how to show it
in her face. Her face remained blank. It seemed that the only other
things she knew how to do was to smile, or frown; she did neither.

"No, no, NO."

[/i] What was the purpose of her behaviour? It confused
Celeste. Was there something dark in Andrea's mind that blocked
her from seeing it? Celeste's eyebrows raised in confusion, only to
be dropped back down seconds later. "I knew that. You're trying to
make me out to be a loony, huh?"[/i] The only thing Celeste
whispered was "calm down." "Whatever you think you know, you
don't. Okay? Get it? Got it?"[/i] Pause. "GOOD?!"[/i] Celeste frowned, but
only slightly. It didn't take too long for Celeste to collect her
thoughts and put them in order.

"I am not trying to make you look insane, nor do I think you are
insane, Andrea," she said, gently. Celeste stared at Andrea
intently. There was something there that she had to have missed
before. She searched and searched. But all that turned up were
vague things that did not connect to a single purpose. It confused
and frustrated her. "You... used to compare yourself to
someone...,"[/color] she spoke softly, "...is that why you are so upset?"

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[andrea jazmyne moore]

I am not trying to make you look insane, nor do I think you are
insane, Andrea

Yes, she was. Everyone did, so why would this not-so-phony think otherwise? After all, Drew was crazy. She knew it, but she did not want to admit it aloud. There were a lot of things she did not want to admit: her actions, her faults. There were so many layers of mistakes and rested in her conscience that ate away at her daily. Perhaps she needed an intervention, but she did not need one from some strange woman.

"Stop getting in my head...." She muttered, now clenching her fists so hard she could feel her nails jabbing into them. Honestly, Drew did not come here to prove this woman was a fake, in fact, she could not remember why she was here at all.

You... used to compare yourself to someone... is that why you are so upset?

This could not be happening, Drew could not let this happen, not here and not now. Only one person knew of her envy for her sister, and that was Drew herself. Not Alexa, not even her parents. Just Drew. So why was this lady able to figure it out so soon? Was it written all over her body too, like the late night purging and the countless days starving? None of this made sense, Drew's head was still spinning.

Drew reached into her pocket, grabbed a hand full of gold, threw it at the fortune teller, and started running. There was no way she was going to let someone else, other than her head, torment her with this information. She ran, and ran, and ran, until her lungs could not supply her with the oxygen needed for physical activity.

[CELESTE BEAU DUBOIS]

Nothing like this had ever happened before. Everything that
Celeste was doing was just normal stuff, so why was Andrea
acting so much differently from other people. The flood of emotions
that Andrea had felt caused there to be a cloudiness in her vision.
Though, she tried her best to stop looking for answers once Andrea
told her to stop.

The clenching fists, the yelling, the frustration... why was this
happening? Celeste wanted oh-so-badly to figure it out, but that
would not be the correct thing to do. She striven to be as
business-like as possible. But sometimes even Celeste herself
could not control what happened, or what she could see.
Sometimes things would happen at random times, or sometimes, if
Celeste tried really hard, she could force a vision. Most times
Celeste just hoped for the best.

Before she could even begin to focus her attention back on the
woman before her, Andrea had thrown gold at Celeste. Celeste's
initial reaction was to cover her face; soon after Celeste drew back
her hands to only see the woman running off. Some sort of
sadness filled Celeste as she slowly crouched down to pick up the
gold.

Life just wasn't easy, for anyone.

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