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| Scene Title | Pharmaceutical Philosophies |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Eve confronts Amato at a pharmacy and volunteers quite a lot of information. |
| Date | November 10, 2008 |
There is one item that is not found in most first aid kits, but burns aren't exactly a run-of-the-mill injury when your primary weaponry consists of bullets. Amato Salucci has already made the mental note to add such treatment to their equipment stocks. Dressed in his usual suit and dark red tie underneath a heavy wool longcoat and a crimson scarf wrapped about his neck and tucked into the former garment, the thin, blond Italian peruses the ointments at a pharmacy in Long Island. The left side of his face has been bandaged with a few large gauze pads, which are taped above his eyebrow, which is gone, across his temple, and over his cheek.
Somebody got a little too close to the fire.
There are other injuries, though much more minor, and there is already a large bottle of aloe with lidocane in the man's gloved hand.
Not to far from Amato is Eve, the singer is buying some pain relievers because of a few headaches she has been having lately. The woman winces softly and then rubs her temple, her eyes travel around the aisle as she walks and they stop on Amato's face. "Ouch" is all she says in her soft voice. Dressed in a long black dress and long black leather jacket that is belted. Her heels click softly on the floor as she nears Amato.
Like an animal disturbed from it's rest or contemplation, Amato snaps his head over to look at Eve, his face wrinkled in a strained but no less angered frown. When he speaks, it is with an Irish accent - one of many in Amato's bag of tricks. But outside the minor nuances of the voice, his grammer and syntax is not one of the average rustic.
"It's nothing," he says as he turns back to his study of the various brands he has to chose from. "It will heal. I only want to speed that process along. Everything heals in time."
Eve nods her head and her grey-blue eyes study the man, "I can only agree to that, though sometimes I find it hard to wait patiently for things to heal. Like the world we live in today" Eve ruffles her midnight colored hair and then offers a hand, "I'm Eve"
But Amato only glances at that hand from the corner of his eyes. "Your namesake is arguably the reason why this world is so torn," he says coldly before he takes an ointment claiming to be 'extra strength' off the shelf. "The muddling of man delays the natural healing, as much as man may think he's /helping./" A strained smile cracks onto his face as he shakes the box of ointment once. "Let's hope that is not the case with /this./”
"Can't blame me for my father's sense of humor" Eve takes back her hand and tilts her head at the man. "Sometimes you just have to let things be" the woman utters and then rubs her temple again. "Do you think the world is to corrupt to fix?"
This conversation has become quite odd, even by Amato's standards, but then again it isn't the sort he has in pharmacies with women he doesn't know. "Do you always do this?" he asks, changing the subject. "Strike up philosophical quandaries with strangers you meet, or interrupt, I should say, in shops?”
He pauses, then leans back as he eyes the woman before him. "Do you? Do you lack the faith and fortitude to instigate /real/ change?"
A grin crosses Eve's lips as she replies, "I would prefer a world where nobody is persecuted for who they are" a short and simple answer.
"Then you seek a world far, far away from this one, Eve." Amato's smile stretches to a an amused sort of grin. "You seek the Garden." Amato turns to walk down the aisle, but he keeps talking, subtly inviting the woman to follow him. "The oppression of one man by another goes back centuries. Aeons, even, to the very point in time when Cain slaughtered Abel out of Envy. Whole peoples were enslaved, decade after decade. Sold to the highest bidder. Massacred for their contrary beliefs, or even the family to which they were born to. The Romans raped the world. European Crusaders ransacked the Middle East. Cromwell ravaged Ireland. Hitler devastated the Jews of Europe. Brothers have snapped chains on and crossed swords with each other since the very dawn of time. What do you think will ever change that?"
Eve follows at a leisure pace behind Amato and nods her head, "I would have to guess that you would have to get rid of all the people that create conflict and damage the world. The ones that are bloodthirsty and wish to continue to wreck havoc on the world" a small smile plays across Eve's lips, "It would seem that you are well versed in the talk of purity and the 'perfect' world"
Amato stops short, turning halfway to look at Eve from around his bandages. "So in order to end oppression, you would oppress." Silence sets in as he studies her, then hums to himself. "Interesting."
"It would seem like the only thing you could do. People aren't going to listen to anyone that advocates for change in the world, a few might yes. But the others will continue to create chaos and unbalance and if need be then the ones are causing problems will be dealt with so that the world can move on to better times than now" Eve looks back at Amato.
"But it makes you a hypocrite, Eve." Amato turns all the way around to regard the woman with a somewhat parental expression full of quiet understanding yet obligatory judgment. "Do you know what happens to hypocrites?"
"I believe everyone has a little bit of hypocrite in them. I don't want to believe that bad things must happen for the benefit of others but it seems like the case at times. Eve tilts her head and she walks a little closer to Amato, "And what does happen to hypocrites?"
"Hypocrites," Amato says in a tone more apt for a collegiate lecturer or priest than a random man in a pharmacy, "are in the sixth ditch of the eighth circle of hell. They wear the golden cloaks of monks, but they are lined with lead. Ask yourself, Eve: do you want the weight of /hypocrisy/ on your shoulders for all eternity?"
Eve shakes her head, "When you put it that way. Of course I don't"
Lifting a gloved finger, Amato shakes it with a grin. "One must always look to the outcome of events. This was your fault in the Garden, Eve. You saw the opportunity to have knowledge of all things - of Heaven and Hell, of life and death, of good and evil. To be like God Himself. Such immediate rewards clouded your eyes from the consequences that followed - the /ability/ to die. The ability to lose innocence, to suffer, to feel hunger and want."
A light chuckle escapes Eve, "I know all to well of looking and 'seeing' the outcome of events"
As that was not a remark Amato had forseen, his eyebrows (or rather the one he retains) arch. "Is that so?" he asks, his voice filled with interest. "Well, then I am preaching to the proverbial choir, aren't I? Why question the ability to change the world as it is if you can have no doubt?"
"Because the things I see don't always work out the way I see them because of people's actions" Eve rubs her temple again but her headache isn't bothering her as much anymore. "The future isn't always set in stone as some people believe, you still need to nudge people in the right direction. Even though you have seen the outcome of the events before they happen"
The seer steps closer to Amato as well, intrigued with this man as well. " I meant exactly what I just said" a cryptic answer to Amato's question and then, "I see it all before it happens and then I am powerless to prevent most of what I see"
Amato is silent for a moment, then smiles down at Eve. "What was the last thing you saw? Perhaps you're simply not quick enough to prevent these things. Surely you have seen /some/ good that has come about?"
"Because the things I see don't always work out the way I see them because of people's actions" Eve rubs her temple again but her headache isn't bothering her as much anymore. "The future isn't always set in stone as some people believe, you still need to nudge people in the right direction. Even though you have seen the outcome of the events before they happen"
Vanguard> Juste Milieu Hudson says, "I am not surprised."
Like a cat approaching a curious creature, Amato steps closer to Eve. "What do you mean, Eve? What fruit have you sampled?"
The seer steps closer to Amato as well, intrigued with this man as well. " I meant exactly what I just said" a cryptic answer to Amato's question and then, "I see it all before it happens and then I am powerless to prevent most of what I see"
Amato is silent for a moment, then smiles down at Eve. "What was the last thing you saw? Perhaps you're simply not quick enough to prevent these things. Surely you have seen /some/ good that has come about?"
Eve nods her head slowly, "The last thing I saw was a man being stabbed to death in an alley, by the time I got there. He had died" Eve says softly, she doesn't talk of her dreams often, especially not with strangers. "I have seen good happen, just not as much as bad things"
"And because of this you have lost hope for the good?" Amato is silent for a moment, but it passes before there is time for Eve to answer. Reaching into his coat, Amato extracts a blank business card and a pen. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to contact you later. I know this city is…filled with different enclaves of individuals, all of which have different outlooks and perspectives on how the world might be different. I think I might be able to give you the hope you seek."
"Sure" Eve says as she fills the business card out and then hands it back to Amato. "Do you really think you can help, Mister?" Eve is hoping to get a name.
"Alighieri," is the name Amato supplies with a smile, and while it doesn't match the Irish accent he has adopted, it is fitting to the conversation for other reasons. He takes the card back and returns it and the pen to his coat without even looking at the information. "It was a pleasure, Eve. I hope your sight improves." Nodding, Amato moves off to pay for his selections and exit the pharmacy.
Eve nods her head and her gaze follows the man as he leaves. "Nice to meet you as well" she says softly and then she proceeds to pay for her things as well.
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