I. { JayCee HaLLows }: ’Man | Myth | Machine.

Dr Jennifer J B Nyhof

Intended for mature audiences. Discretion is advised.

Background (recommended reading): The premise behind JayCee HaLLows.

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An Invitation | You are cordially invited to the Inauguration | JayCee HaLLows
An Invitation | You are cordially invited to the Inauguration | JayCee HaLLows

Isabella Daedalus Keeper

Part 1. The End of the Beginning.

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Chapter 1: The Inauguration

[The night, now summoned
to end this beginning
Once divided, now united.
A new day, a new dawn
The premise, now told
One view, one storey
Starts with the House of JayCee HaLLows]
The Cards of Kind

Twenty-two days had passed since the start of the Celebration. The Inauguration was so becoming that I would be remiss to speak first of anything else. The Ball, now balanced atop thin air, left many gasping for breath.

Each adornment in the room was purposefully placed. The chandelier projected a metallic sheen onto the floor below. The bold hues of scarlet, tarocco, and aquamarine complemented the reflection nicely. Suddenly, the bustle of the evening fell silent. I heard the faint echo of a whispered reply.

An enchanted evening it was.

Nearly six fortnights had passed since the end of the Running. That was the last time I had a moment to collect my thoughts. So recollect I shall. This would surely be a change that would sway the ladder of the monarchy. They had done it. A feat that turned heads far and wide.

The scales were tipped in favour of the opposition; there was no sign of justice amidst a fight marketed as fair. Here, the digression is in the details.

Never had a Running shown such little mercy. Of course, the victors escaped near certain elimination by virtue of their Gift. Her pleas for clemency had, for the most part, fallen by the wayside; shattered like a looking glass. She struggled to find a reason for their treason. Each obstacle seemed impossible, impassable, impenetrable.

He leaned over and touched her shoulder softly. His touch was all that was needed to fix her gaze. Finally present, she looked into his eyes and smiled. Now out of their grasp, she slid into his. It felt easy.

| The Babyunbroken |

It felt really crowded with a lot of people there. It was starting to get really dark outside. I was standing there and they didn’t really see me because I was behind the pocket door that leads to the kitchen. I was really, really quiet and I could see and hear him and he was tall and I liked his jacket.

They were up and running around and still getting everything ready. They saw me standing there and then they all looked at each other and then I had some apple juice and a few of those cookies, but only a few. Then I got a little sleepy, but it was OK because my PJ’s have feet on them and I like that and I was all ready for bed.

The sound of waves crashing against the break washed away the stresses of the day like a libatous lullaby. She was awakened by the terrors. She had been away from the comforts of ONE far longer than expected. She looked out toward the water. The stillness of the surface made it look like a sheet of glass.

The sound of waves crashing against the break washed away the stresses of the day like a libatous lullaby. She was awakened by the terrors. She had been away from the comforts of ONE far longer than expected. She looked out toward the water. The stillness of the surface made it look like a sheet of glass.

He pulled her close, conforming his chest to the arched shape of her back. A change in direction, but no change in mind.

The call came shortly thereafter, garnering attention from the masss. They were huddled together when they first saw the sea of approaching spectators. The voiced boomed overhead, delivering with it a confident-sounding commentary. She knew little about the man that authored the voice. His words commanded such attention. They couldn’t yet see him over the horizon, so he called out again. Taken aback by the sense of urgency in the voice, they scrambled to their feet.

Her boots were dusty. The worn, thinned leather gave glimpse of her soles. The skin on her hands attested to a day’s work. Perhaps even more than a day.

They turned to each other. No words escaped the moment. One look delivered a message so subtle it bordered on implication. The twenty six needed to become one hundred. The marathon was now a sprint. A sprint that needed no block in the back.

It burned. Every breath. Every sinew of every muscle. She knew exactly where he was. He knew the same of her. A single line can change everything. And it did. They were free.

| The Day of the Inauguration |

She awoke to the quiet creak of the bedroom door. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of a million shards of glass hitting the wooden floorboards. A crisp breeze carried their stifled sobs in her direction. She was still splayed atop her bed when, in unconducted unison, they stammered “I’m sorry, Evie”. They tiptoed around the mess of a mosaic. She glared at them, with a grin, then nodded. Her wide eyes insinuated that care was needed as they made their way over. The daisies in the plastic pop bottle serendipitously became an offering of remorse. It was an offering initiated by Charody. The change in motivation for the gift saddened Evynlee, but she tried not to show it in front of the others. Instead, she bowed her head slightly, smiled, and reached out her arms.

“Good morning Miss Evie <hiccup> we made you breakfast in bed but the juice is gone now”, Brynn said, lightening the mood.

Evie chuckled as she took the daisy dish in one hand and the overflowing bowl of Cheerios in the other. The rest of her body, now nearly healed from The Running, was where their wiry arms ended up. Their four little bodies were wrapped tightly around every piece of her. She hadn’t met two of them before, but would certainly hear their story in time. She really was home.

~ Daisies in a pop bottle. JayCee HaLLows.com

It never seemed to take Evynlee very long to get ready. The house had felt calm and quiet all day. It was hanging neatly on the front of her closet door. She carefully removed the dress from the hanger.

Stretched satin with a jewelled fit. The soft scoop neckline was neither sweet nor sinister. The bodice highlighted her scarlet silhouette. Covered buttons. The back tapered and tightened to the V. The pockets protected her hard earned hands.

Her feet were clothed all in leather. The softness of the Oak extended up her leg. Each piece of the pair tied just below the knee. Many a cloudy morning had been spent working the beads into their ornate pattern. She could almost feel the smoothness of the thimble on her index finger. She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she was standing in front of the mirror.

Evynlee appeared at the top of the two interwoven spiral staircases. She arrived at The Right only a few moments prior. A situation at the Tower required her undivided attention. She had wanted to arrive early enough to visit with the guests, many of whom had travelled a considerable distance to attend. The opportunity for socializing would have would have to wait until after the Ceremony.

Her three allies were poised on either side of her, ready to descend from their elevated position. They had been loyal to Evie for as long as she could remember. Each of the men exuded boldness and humility; their attire reflective of their character. A fit to suit the man, and fit to make a statement.

Their pace was tread in time to the Canon . A Canon that could be heard amidst the din below. A staggered, synchronous meter.

Evynlee peered over the railing. He was already at the front of the hall, hands clasped behind his back, standing tall next to His Master’s Voice. The prism dangling from the chandelier projected a polarized rainbow, from edge to edge. It made it seem as though he was in the spotlight. Perhaps he was.

Shinedown - I’ll Follow You. Official Music Video. YouTube.
Shinedown – I’ll Follow You. Official Music Video. YouTube.

Chapter 2: The Gri*d.

| X, O, 1, 0, +, - |
The Word on the Street.

Evie regarded herself as neither special, nor like everyone else. That particular Tuesday started off as having similar qualities.

She was headed to a job interview and arrived back in her old neighbourhood precisely 60 minutes before the scheduled meeting time. In her own mind, if she wasn’t early, she was late.

The bustle of the Main Street traffic slowed for a moment. The keeping of a slower pace could now satisfy both her penchant for coffee and simple spontaneity. She caught a glimpse of the cafe out of the corner of her eye. It was the maroon coloured exterior siding.

It was the chairs on the boulevard; their backs forged of wire and woven into the shape of a heart. It was all of that, and more than that.

She turned left at the intersection in her quest for a parking spot. Trees lined the side street, their Y’s provided shade and protection from the drizzle. A sun shower. The scene, a spitting image of something she remembered fondly from her past. The cafe was quaint. Warm and inviting. She smiled and chuckled shyly to herself when she saw an electric guitar sitting in the corner. She hadn’t been back to the neighbourhood for a while, but in that instant, it was like she never left. Wakefulness ensued a few moment later, attributable to the coffee, of course. Brewed to perfection.

She ended up getting the job. It was almost as if the coffee was lucky.

Qawah and Shay.

The Land of SYN

[ The grid of grind
The gift of game
The guts, the glory
The halls of fame
The check, the call
The grit, the grace
This side is blind
ONE won the race ]

Chapter 3: The Isles of Licitation.

Chapter 4: Scholar, Valour, and Dae.

Chapter 5: Bound and Bridged.

Chapter 6: The Edge of Everlasting.

The Edge of Everlasting
Where the colors kaleid . . .

[ The hand turns to the eagle,
The feather to the word,
The roar to the lion,
Life to the undying ]
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