Butterflies and Angels

[Akura]

The lady lead Georgia into the bashed up church, closing the doors behind them. She scuffled about, kicking a bench aside and pushing it infront of the door to stop people getting in.

"I'm sorry child, my name is Cynthia, are you alright?" the lady whispered, placing an arm over Georgia's shoulders,

"I'm f-fine" Georgia shivered, the cold breeze sweeping through from the holes in the ceiling of the church,

"Oh you poor thing, you must be freezing!" Cynthia exclaimed, holding her closer, "Do you live nearby lass?"

Georgia shook her head, inspecting the rundown church she was in.

"How old are you girl? Do your parents know you're out?" Cynthia asked again, moving swinging open one of the large wooden doors. She beckoned for Georgia to follow.

"I'm Eighteen, my parents were killed when I was born" Georgia explained, following the lady into the room.

There were a few rotted wooden barrels in one corner, a desk coated in cobwebs in the other. A few dusty bibles were stacked up against the cold, stone walls, a crucifix hanging above the desk. Cynthia pulled a small length of rope extruding from the floor, revealing a squared trapdoor in the tiles.
She waved Georgia down the stairs to the basement of the old building, following her down shortly after.

The basement was full of old furniture and supplies for the church, a sleeping mat next to a huge hole in the far wall. The stonework had collapsed, revealing a nicely decorated room on the other side.
Georgia stepped through, admiring the decorated room. It was some kind of extravagant lounge, with dusty furniture and ornate trimmings. The walls were delicately plastered with expensive wallpaper and hand-carved skirting.

Cynthia smiled and lead her through the next door, which opened out into a gratuitous foyer. Georgia gasped, taking the sight in. They were inside of an old theatre, a few bits of the walls had collapsed, and time had shown it's mark, but other than that the building was in perfect condition.

"This is the lobby to the old Palace Theatre here on New London. An earthquake sunk the surrounding areas, city got lazy and just built over it. This theatre is completely intact, forgotten about through time" Cynthia explained,

They were at the top of a large set of stairs, leading down into the foyer, with doors to the main theatre at the bottom.

"Come, follow me to the main theatre" Cynthia beckoned, descending the staircase.