Perceived Ambitions

As I sat down near the frost-gripped window of my motel in Polaris City, sipping my peppermint latte, I watched hard rain drops splash into the cold cement. The clouds in the sky darkened into deeper shades of grey and blue as the evening slowly grew, dim golden lamplights lighting the rather unsettling outskirts.

It is here that I decided to stay on this wintery evening, by this cold window; drinking in this sucky evening being alone and unable to leave the city to visit family. My reliable transport had busted during a storm two days ago, and thus stranded me here in the outskirts of the city. But before I begin to sing about how utterly boring it is being here, without my recognition knowing that I'm unable to visit my family, I should give you an introduction of myself.

I am Cecilia, and I'm considered a renowned Gaijin, namely for a restaurant I started up and own named 'Toki no Hi'. I know, odd name for a restaurant, 'Time of Day', but my sushi has been named 'The Bomb' for a reason, as well as the fact that in the back I can easily provide my customers a taste of their own future. I see over one thousand people in a day, and some I know by mere name and appearance. I also am a master at playing the game World of Monsters, created by the famed Marcel Mayura.

But let this all sink in...

When people hear my name, multiple connotations are associated with who I am. For starters, I'm consistently being chased by the press, either about my restuarant or my skills at the board game. For the others who know about my other business, they tend to keep quiet about it. But it doesn't help when you're at an airport, or about to get on a ferry, or even if you're on a train to another city. The hungry media is lusting after your image and dying to have an answer to their questions.

Yes, I have respect for some of those more reputable newspapers and newstations, as they portray me as the WoM Champion of the world with a flair for subjects in the liberal arts, ancient history, classical music, and literature; but alas, there are always those tabloids that cry out "Will Cecilia ever find a man?!". But ultimately, I am the same, just a big money-maker for them.

It becomes far worse knowing that there are unofficial fan-clubs of mine, filled to the brim with fan-boys and fan-girls all in awe at my supposed awesome skill at the game, seeing me as some superior icon. I might as well be the leader of a religious cult, but those problems are nowhere near as bad when I remember that there are people who have disgusting sexual fantasies with me. The V-Net, as I understand, has some rather unscrupulous parts to it that the moral dare not to travel.

You might as well give me a gun to shoot myself.