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Post by Gabe Hanssen on May 12, 2010 0:21:22 GMT -5
((Gabe needs some buddies))
Gabe hated the library. It wasn't that he didn't like reading, he loved it, he was a reporter after all. It was that the darn place was so still and quiet, and Gabe just wanted to bounce off every wall and stand on chairs.
Okay, not literally, but he was usually restless, and today was one of those days, when its nice outside for once and he could be adventuring, but no, he had to go to the library and do research for his article that he kinda sorta maybe just a little forgot about.
Oh well, the faster he got done, the faster he could go out and play. Good Godric he was such a kid sometimes.
So far, he was doing really well. He had gotten a stack of books and brought them over to the table, only being sushed for humming once. He took a seat and began his research. But after a while, he got antsy, and he began to drum his fingers and bounce his knee. A few minutes of this and his ink bottle had somehow flewn ((floon? flew?)) across the room.
"Oh..." Gabe bit his lip and ran over to quickly clean up. To his horror, he realized that some of his ink had gotten on a poor passer by. Great. His next story could be in the Crime section: Out of Control Reporter Attacks Innocent Reader With Ink Pot.
"I'm so sorry," Gabe said with a load of guilt.
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Post by Bridget Harvey on May 12, 2010 1:23:34 GMT -5
Bridget was still in shock over the news of Ed's disappearance. It had been weeks now and still no sign. Her friends were riding the line between encouraging her hope and preparing her for the worst, and lately it was more the latter. She needed an escape. She tried to escape into her work and that really didn't work out well for her. She was too distracted thinking of Ed to focus clearly. She tried escaping with her friends but they were too concerned about how depressed she was, which made her more depressed. So instead she opted to continue with her search for her family. It was a project Ed had encouraged her in and made her feel slightly better knowing she could have a chance to have someone in her life that would always be there for her. She thought she had found that in Ed...
In the past week her days seemed to blur together as her routine stayed completely stagnant. She awoke late, showered, stared at a plate of food she wouldn't touch, then headed to the library. She checked out the same books and newscrolls everyday, and read the same chapters and articles at home before returning the texts to the library for the evening. She then went to work where she stared vacantly into the darkness, wondering if Ed would stumble out of the woods and tell her everything would be fine. And then she went home to sleep and begin the process all over again. The loneliness was mind-numbing and sometimes became too overwhelming for her that she craved any interaction with any random witch or wizard.
It was at this moment as she was preparing to leave the library that she felt a sticky liquid splatter against her shoulder and run down her arm. She was a bit stunned and stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before realizing that the liquid was ink. She looked around to find the source, and quickly found a man who had run up to and began apologizing profusely. She looked at him for a moment longer and then mumbled, "ummm...that's okay..."
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Post by Gabe Hanssen on May 18, 2010 17:19:15 GMT -5
This actually, happened to Gabe a lot, believe it or not. He would get hyper and things would fly around the room. It was worse when he was a kid, before Hogwarts. His magic plus his hyper-sctivity was a bad combination. It didn't help that his parent had him locked up in the study for long hours in the day to perpare him for school, either. The poor window in the study had been broken so many times with ink bottles, books, cauldrons, tutors... He transfigured an extra piece of parchment into a hankerchief and handed it to the woman whom he hit with the ink bottle. "I'm so sorry," he apologized again. "I really am an idiot." He knelt to the ground and collected his ink, or what he could salvage. The rest of it was scourgifyed so as to not distroy the carpet. "Hey so Purple's really your color!" He was trying to make a joke...he did that when things were awkward. And the purple ink that had spilled on her shoulder was the only thing he could focus on, since he still felt like an idiot.
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Post by Bridget Harvey on May 20, 2010 23:25:09 GMT -5
Bridget took the handkerchief from the man and wiped some of the ink from her skin. It smeared it more than cleaned it and so she knelt down to set her books on the floor and then pulled her wand out to clean up the mess magically. The ink had splattered when it hit her, so she had to focus on lots of little spots to get everything ink-free. "Yeah, I get that a lot," she retorted - her own attempt at making light of the situation. However, her tone was still rather somber and as the words left her mouth she realized it sounded less like a joke and more like a sarcastic snap at him.
She put her best smile on and stuck her right hand out. "Bridget," she introduced herself.
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Post by Gabe Hanssen on Jun 3, 2010 15:06:18 GMT -5
Gabe was worried that he had inked someone who would just yell at him and get him kicked out of the library, again. Her tone sounded sarcastic and he felt even worse.
but then she smiled at him and Gabe relaxed. She was just trying to make the situation better like he was. He took her outstreached hand and shook it. "Bridget, nice to meet you." he said. "I'm Gabe."
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