— Posted in The Last of Us, Vampire Noir

The Last of Us [Mirko “Cro Cop” Filipovic: Right kick – hospital, Left kick – cemetery]

“Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.”

Long Hair, was worn long throughout the 1960s, but came more into vogue in the mid/late-’60s for both sexes.

During the early ’60s, hair would not simply be left down. It was worn sleek, sometimes with lift, like a bit of backcombing to achieve a smooth, rounded bouffant. Long hair could be with or without a fringe, which tended to be long.

To get poker straight hair, women would iron it, often using a brown paper bag over the hair to help prevent it getting singed.

Later in the decade, with the flower power influence, long hair could be left more natural and the more-than-likely-unstyled hair was usually worn center parted, and could be with or with a fringe.


Fringes (or bangs), were popular in the 1960s. When worn, they were generally full, straight and came to at least the eyebrows in length. A side swept look was also fashionable, but not as popular as the forward fringe.


Women’s cat-eye reading glasses, Jeepers Peepers brand. A great flat top cat eye shape that allows you to look over the top with no obstruction. Single vision, half frame, reading glasses. Two frame options—i.e., transparent and turquoise. The Madeleine, with a clear plastic frame. Actress Kim Novak, when portraying the nameless librarian alter-ego of her character Madeleine Elster in Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo (1958), wore a clear pair. And. The Sinistra, with a turquoise frame. Actress Quinn O’Hara who wore a turquoise pair as Sinistra in the “The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini” movie (1966) aka “The Girl in the Glass Bikini”. Fashionable ultra-thin polycarbonate lenses with retro-styled frames. Sexy, schoolmarmish half-frame readers for a villainess in an Agent 077 euro-spy movie. Vintage half-reader forerunner of the Kazuo Kawasaki 704 eyeglasses favored by Sarah Palin, and they’re legit librarian eyewear to boot.


Councilwoman Wandisa Guida and a well-dressed human guest of hers walk by Mondo and Councilwoman Elena Elster in the hallway outside the main Council Chambers.

Mondo turns to Elena. Elena’s official position here is that of a senior security officer, who is also a head of security—there are four heads of security, all of them Grand Dames, of course. She’s very chic and extremely attractive. Looks twenty-something, but is much older, quite ancient—a used to be goddess long-ago in a universe faraway. Today, like yesterday, like for the past month, she is Mondo’s guide and escort.

“Who’s that with Councilwoman Guida?”

A perplexed look paints Elena’s face. Then she realizes who Mondo is referring to.

“Oh, that’s her pet. He’s a business associate of hers. I think his name is Richard Harrison.”


“He’s just some human. That’s all I meant by it.”

“So. You don’t pay much attention to any human visitors, once they’ve been cleared for access?”

“Yes. I don’t pay them any attention whatsoever unless there is a need to acknowledge their existence. Otherwise, they might as well be invisible.”

“Is that a general consensus attitude here when it comes to mundane?”

“Considering the demographics of the people here. Would you expect otherwise?”

“No, I would not.”

“That was a rhetorical exchange, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was.”

“So, if I were a betting woman, I’d wager that since the prime suspect is human … you want to see the visitor logs for the timeframe coinciding with the murder of Councilwoman Marshall, give or take how much before and after?”

“I don’t know the plus or the minus. Let’s see where what we see in the logs takes us.”

“Fair enough.”

Unlike during Lent, Elena is giving Mondo a fair share of covetous looks. Because, Mondo is back to standard Sarah Palin mode. But, her long hair is different when worn down. And it’s down, now. A decidedly 1960’s hair style. Her poker straight hair is worn sleek with lift like a bit of backcombing to achieve a smooth, rounded bouffant. And the hairdo employs a long fringe which drapes her eyebrows—i.e., the hair style employs bangs for the teasing coverage of a full-forward fringe, instead of the openness of a side swept look. The hairdo is called a Liz Grune, or Grune for short. It was made vogue by actress Dominique Boschero who wore it as Liz Grune in the Agent 077 euro-spy movies Secret Agent Fireball (1965) and Killers are Challenged (1966). But, her vintage eyeglasses are flat-top cat-eye Madeleine Elster readers—prim-and-proper, clear, and sexy, and they’re legit librarian eyewear to boot. Accessorized with an eyeglass chain.

Her standard Girl Friday mode. The standard Sarah Palin. A tight-assed, sexually-repressed shrew. Expressed as prim and proper. Expressed as the sexpot accountant. Expressed as the librarian provocateur. Expressed as straight-laced, stiff-backed. Haughty and aloof, and seemingly unattainable. A spinster. Eveready to fuck, to be fucked, to be coveted, and to be worshipped.

As aforementioned.

Pinterest beware. The cat’s-eyes are actually smart glasses that double as secretarial tools and librarian readers, of the style popularly worn by Boppish female Navigators of The Guild during the 1950’s and 1960’s. Also in period is this Friday’s vintage beaded eyeglass chain.

A vintage beaded eyeglass chain is a neck chain that holds eyeglasses, reading glasses, and sunglasses. A chain attaches to the eyewear’s two temples and allows a “reader” to hang the eyeglasses on their bosom when they are not being used.

Vintage beaded eyeglass chains are available in many colors. Aficionados may choose designs made of smaller beads because they may weigh less and feel less cumbersome. Bead shapes can include oval, flat round, teardrop, rectangular, and other styles. Diehards may decide to make their own eyeglass chains and purchase fashionable vintage beads made of jade, glass, metal, and other materials.

The overall severity suits her to a tee as a Friday [on duty], as well as off-duty. She is both strict and seductive. Prim and proper, and craves to fuck—personified. The girl who lives to devour whole and to be devoured whole. She is the entrenched bureaucratic, who is the epitome of authoritarianism. Everyone has their place in society, and they should always know and therefore adhere to that place. Hers is to be the Girl Friday of oldest supernatural females. This is what she has been groomed for.

All reasons for Elena to find the girl captivating beyond category.

The girl’s attentions are delightfully divided. There’s Elena, the murder investigation, and the monthlies. She’s almost done with the latter. Another week, at the most, and the peer review of the Old Cathedral audit will be over … until next year. Her mouth waters over next month’s administrative tasks—full-blown audits, not peer reviews, and other paper-pushing labors of love. She’ll be knee-deep in “real” paperwork and physical ledgers until accounting close at year’s end, and it can’t happen soon enough.

Post Lent. For Mondo, the Girl Friday. Things have fallen back into a nice, normal groove. And she couldn’t be happier.

“Would you like to fuck me, later, Grand Dame Elena?”

“It’s polite to wait until you’re asked, Miss Kane.”

“Then, ask, this Friday. I’m not getting any younger, you know.” They share a chuckle, sharing that tried and true inside joke for immortals in general and supernaturals in particular.

“Miss Kane.”

“Yes, Grand Dame?”

“May I fuck you, later?”

“Yes, you may.”

“Any more questions … that are related to the case?”

“So … tell me again how the doors to the antechamber work. I know the antechamber is not a proper airlock, therefore applicable ingress/egress regulations and building codes aren’t as stringent.”

“The inner door locks itself when a session [in the main governance hall] begins and stays that way for the duration of the meeting. Per Pro-839, sub [section] 12.”

“And the outer door?”

“That depends upon the whim of the [outer] door. There’s sparse regulations governing its behavior. And no applicable PRO’s.”

“Which will never cease to amaze me. In this bastion of administrivia, personified. You girls let a door do its own thing, free of micromanagement.”

“What can I tell you? Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t. Besides. It’s a very good door, we trust its judgement implicitly, and the antechamber isn’t a proper airlock, so we give it [the outer door] some slack.”

“But, it still has to clock in and clock out?”


“See where I’m going with this?” Again Mondo is asking a rhetorical question.

“Been there, done that. We’ve check and rechecked its access logs. So. One more time checking, with you looking over my shoulder, can’t hurt.”


Of course. The entire edifice—that includes all of its constituent parts, for example, its interior and exterior doors—are sentient. So, the antechamber, et al, could simply be asked what happened. But. That would violate the strict privacy regulations in place.