Vivamus, Moriendum est (Rorschach x oc)

8. He's gone, learn how to face it

Mary's P.O.V.

Irene's slender and elegant form appeared as the car turned the corner. She had waited for me outside the apartment building. Despite the time of night.

Without waiting for the car to come to a stop I flung the door open and launched myself out of the car. I of course ended up stumbling.  Recovering quickly due to the desperation rising within again I scrambled up running over to an alarmed Irene.

Even at this time she still managed to look stunning. Her long light hair immaculately pinned. Her clothes perfectly pressed and just the right amount of casual and professional.

Her eyes were alert as well. Wide. Her face contorted with worry.

"Irene! Irene! Something's happened to Walter! Please we've got to do something!" I cried rushing over to her.

I ran straight into her arms. If she hadn't caught me, we both would have tumbled to the sidewalk.

"Hey! You're leavin' yer bags and everything!" The driver complained clambering out of the car.

"Yes, well I we have an emergency." I snapped at him.

Irene glared at me sharply but addressed the driver with a cordial tone.

"Sorry sir." She strode over to him. In an effort to try to keep her attention on me I gripped her arm. To no avail, she simply shook me off.

"Stay here." She hissed to me.

"We have a massive problem." I snapped back.

Irene ignored me and put on her pleasant, brilliant smile. Approaching the car, she took my bags from the driver. Irene handed over a tip thanking him before striding back to the building.

"Why aren't you listening to me! No one is listening!" I complained.

Irene continued on. Actually, entering our building. Holding my bags effortlessly and as if they were mere purse accessories. I scoffed. Everything she did looked so effortless. Usually, it was something I envied. Tonight, it infuriated me. Her suave elegant manner. Sometimes it gave the impression of a relaxed unimportant attitude. Tonight, was one of those times.

"We'll talk inside." She replied coolly.

Having no choice, I followed her.

Irene was being irritatingly lackadaisical about the situation. As if this meant nothing to her. She acted as if Walter had simply gone out to the store rather than the reality of him seemingly disappearing from the whole earth!

Just inside the lobby she chatted with our doorman. Mr. Dinapoli. A chatty man who sometimes came off as far too friendly for his occupation.

I went up behind Irene shoving her along.

"Yes, yes it's spring! The weather's perfect and it's going to continue to be so!" I complained.

Irene gave a mild squeak of surprise but allowed me to shove her along. She bade Mr. Dinapoli goodnight, offering a charming apologetic smile. As for me, I simply grimaced at him as I went by.

The click of Irene's heels against the polished marble irritated me. She walked elegantly with grace. Allowing for that sound to resonate. As if making a statement. We had no time for statements and pleasantry!

A further annoyance is that Irene took chose the stairs. Ladden down with heavy suitcases, wearing heels, and this time of night and still she chose the stairs! She always chose the stairs.

Without putting the bags down, she opened the door to our penthouse. It seemed to me that she took all the time in the world.

She strode into the room heading for the upper level.