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| Looking Into Things; Tag: Chris Galford | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 21 2011, 01:28 AM (348 Views) | |
| Chris Galford | Nov 4 2011, 03:28 AM Post #16 |
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"It is not Germany. It is not my home." Chris watched the girl again mess with that scarf again; she seemed pretty attached to it, much like his iPod never leaving him when he was away from his apartment building (and office). It almost looked like a coping mechanism for her as she pushed aside some books on her side of the aisle. "And what is your name?" "...And where do you want me to start?" Chris watched as the girl made her way over to his aisle, still straightening out the books. He watched the Pink Floyd book taken away from where he'd put it. "I was going to put it back," he thought with a mental chuckle, then going about answering the question. "Intruder...pest...last resort...destroyer of the sanctity of one's privacy...but mostly Galford. Chris Galford..." And those were the kind insults. Like most things, there was two sides to the story: For the clients Chris help with his "discounted" services, he couldn't describe in words how grateful they were for his work (even if it didn't pan out how they hoped) or just sitting down and listening to their stories. On the other hand, the impending divorced husbands, wifes, mistresses, and the Eric Sid's of the world would probably love to make sure Chris leave this Earth painfully, ruining their visions of paradise. But again, the girl had stopped talking and reflected it back at him. "Have some random guy ask you about being in New York, just be wide open about it...Perv," Chris thought to himself, imagining her thought process at the moment. Probably the only thing Chris had going for him was not having her walk away after his last question. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not here to find you for a job. Otherwise, I'd probably be..." Chris began sarcastically scoping his surroundings, looking around the aisles and the main lobby. "...Oh, about 4-6 aisles away from here...or in that playpen you call a day-care center..." Chris turned back to the girl with a grin. "Since we're going back and forth with this, what do you call yourself?" |
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| Aislinn | Nov 5 2011, 03:07 AM Post #17 |
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Chris. At least Aislinn was close on his name being common. She briefly mused if it was short for Christian or Christopher, but didn't bother ask such a trivial question. She switched two more books and listened to Chris speak. He seemed quite comfortable, but Aislinn should have expected as much. He did work with people for a living, after all. "Since we're going back and forth with this, what do you call yourself?" Aislinn had a few names herself. Aislinn, Ms. Amsel, Ais, Freak, Jester, Mutie, the Woman on the Ribbons. She didn't rattle these off, but resorted to a simple, "Aislinn." She motioned for Chris to follow her as she moved down the aisle. Paying no attention to the rest of the books on the shelves, she walked to the far end of the library. There was a floor length window in the corner, surrounded on it's two sides by book cases. There were crude crayon scribbles of words like 'IDioT' and 'poOt' on the wall. Aislinn made a note to herself to wash the words off later. The library aid floated her index finger over the book's spines, tracing the book numbers and beginnings of last names. She gently slid the Pink Floyd book back into place and quickly surveyed the shelf. Everything else seemed in decent order. A slight noise like someone pounding on glass could be heard at the opposite side of the library. Aislinn closed her eyes and pinched her nose, counting very slowly. One. A library aid picked up the keys to the children's center. Two. The key turned in a lock with a slight click. Thr-. The pounding of children's feet could be heard throughout the library. Most of them died off pretty quickly; the children fled the library with an amazing fervor for sunlight. Every now and again you could hear the scolding of an older patron, but order seemed to be maintained. "Mein Gott. Children." |
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| Chris Galford | Nov 5 2011, 04:11 PM Post #18 |
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"Nice to meet you, Aislinn..." Not that he was expecting a very German name, but it definitely wasn't in the realm of possibilities for answers. Then, for the second time, Aislinn motioned Chris to follow her without saying a word. "Trying hitting me from the other side of the buildings," he thought, remembering the Skittles that pinged off him on the last trip. Watching her place the Pink Floyd back correctly and just flipping through the books with her fingers, Chris wondered where she was taking him, down the rabbit hole of this tiny library. She stopped, though, and pinched her nose. There was a nice pounding noise coming where the children were or, as Chris looked back, were leaving. "Wait for it..." Seconds later, an explosion stomping filled the the building as someone unlocked the cage. The kids scurried out, trying to find someone or somewhere else to unleash the pint-up energy from being locked inside. "Mein Gott. Children." Between the scarf and the low volume, Chris barely heard the comment, but enough make his head turn back to her. "Confinement and a sugar rush are a bad combination at that age, but I hope the festivities are over for them..." Chris walked over to face the girl, more concerned about the break in communications he was having with her. If she was mumbling German insults at him, he'd never know. "You should really take that scarf off, can barely hear you through it...Why do you wear that? Nowhere near winter yet." |
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| Aislinn | Nov 5 2011, 07:56 PM Post #19 |
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Aislinn continued to flip through the books. She wasn't trying to actually sort the books now, but keep herself occupied. Most of the children were gone, but a couple of trouble makers stalked the nook shelves. Aislinn would give them a glare whenever they passed by her. "The magician should have left by now. They should go home." Her index finger hooked over the top edge of her scarf, pulling it down so that none of it covered her face. "It is a...." Aislinn struggled with the correct word. "Memoir." That worked well enough. It was a weapon as well as a piece of her past, but she didn't reveal the prior to Chris. "It is important to me. That's all that matters." A child ran down their aisle, shoving past Aislinn. A frown appeared on her face, but she said nothing on the matter. That is, until he ran back and shoved past her again. She reached out, careful not to use her powers, and grabbed the neck of the boy's shirt. "Stop running." She spun the child around to look at her. He had candy pieces stuck to his face in various places, and his face seemed rather sticky on the overall. "I was jus' havin a li'l fun, miss!" "Not here. Go outside for that." A frown colored the boy's face as Aislinn shooed him towards the door. She made sure he had left before turning back to Chris and the music books. She didn't really know why he was looking into her, but she wouldn't be able to talk to him much longer. Her boss would have a fit the size of the Black Forest if she came around to see her slacking off and talking to someone. Aislinn just couldn't jeopardize her place here, especially given the circumstances. |
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