Adelia sat there at the table in the cafe, her laptop screen opened and shinning on her features. She had a notebook at her side, and a pencil in her hand, occasionally scribbling on the top of the paper that held notes. Her chin rested on her palm as she stared at the paper, repeatedly drawing small flowers. Her studies were quite boring at times, and her concentration would be diverted to sketching idly. It's what she did. She would rather be in the art studio painting, doing something with her hands besides writing. But, it's what came down to her studies for school. Some way she needed to stop clinging to this human life, of going to school and having a job. But for a while, she wanted to keep it.
Her gaze went back to the website that was opened on the screen, physiology is what she was currently working on. Useless. Humans to her now were just food to her, well, in her train of thought they were. She was told there were many out there that knew about vampires, and were actually friends with them. It was crazy how that came to be, when vampires all want to keep themselves a secret. Her eyes felt heavy on her, but she needed to complete the homework she had on task to do. Maybe some blood would keep her awake, it was basically like coffee to her, kept her going and awake.
She stood up and slightly closed the laptop, keeping it ajar slightly so it didn't turn off. She wondered over to the bar to order herself a drink, knowing the one behind the counter who was quite secretive about serving blood. She was of course a regular in the cafe, it's where she always spend her time. Either doing homework, drawing, and even learning how to hack. It just had a calm, peaceful atmosphere compared to other buildings in the city. Maybe she should work at a cafe instead of her current job.
She grabbed the warm mug and wandered back to where she previously sat. She took a small sip and picked up her pencil to continue writing, and once in a while, scribbling small drawings along the paper. An artist hand, that's what she had, it was hard for her to keep her concentration on one thing. That's what she wanted to pursue an art career, it gave her the options to do many things on a single painting. Well, back to the work... she thought to herself and sighed as she stared at the blue screen in front of her. Maybe some hacking would come later. The thought caused a small smirk on her lips.
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Too much time (Robin Little)
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Re: Too much time (Robin Little)
Robin was a regular at this particular café; the one where he had met Lorelai, before he had found out that his old friend had been turned into a vampire. Having been turned into an Allurist, Robin probably looked exactly the same to the staff here as he always did – even if he came in every now and again having forgotten to feed, the bags under his eyes and sallowness of his skin was nothing new to the café staff. Being a blood doll who didn’t take care of himself very well, Robin had always looked a little sickly.
He sat now in his usual booth with his own laptop open in front of him. The screen was blank, that little straight line blinking at him ominously. You will never write anything worth a damn, Robin Little. Focus on something else. Do something else. Anything else.
How could he focus on hipsters in mid-life crises or down-on-their-luck single men when he knew that vampires existed? Fae? Zombies? Ghosts? Nothing that he ever thought was meaningful meant anything anymore. It was all absolute garbage. The problems of humans were nothing, sometimes, in comparison to the problems of vampires. Right? There was death and murder and blood and the craving, ever the craving for something more.
Except Robin didn’t know what he wanted. Had never really known what he wanted. He just rolled with punches, and now here he was, trying to stick to his old habits but unable to ignore the vital things that had changed. For example – that piece of apple pie that he tried to eat but was struggling with, and the coffee, black with three sugars, that was not as thick nor as satisfying as blood. He knew that as an Allurist he would be able to eat and drink ordinarily, sooner or later. But he was lazy. And he didn’t practice as often as he should. He got halfway through both the pie and the coffee before he felt it start to surge in his gut. He almost knocked his own notebook from his table as he struggled to stand.
”Can you please… watch my…” he stopped. The bile was in his throat. The girl had been sitting there nearly as long as he had, at a table nearby. She looked like she was a student. He’d wanted to ask if she could please watch his things and make sure no one took off with them, but he barely got through the question before he was darting toward the bathrooms.
He was really looking forward to this… being able to eat without throwing up, thing.
He sat now in his usual booth with his own laptop open in front of him. The screen was blank, that little straight line blinking at him ominously. You will never write anything worth a damn, Robin Little. Focus on something else. Do something else. Anything else.
How could he focus on hipsters in mid-life crises or down-on-their-luck single men when he knew that vampires existed? Fae? Zombies? Ghosts? Nothing that he ever thought was meaningful meant anything anymore. It was all absolute garbage. The problems of humans were nothing, sometimes, in comparison to the problems of vampires. Right? There was death and murder and blood and the craving, ever the craving for something more.
Except Robin didn’t know what he wanted. Had never really known what he wanted. He just rolled with punches, and now here he was, trying to stick to his old habits but unable to ignore the vital things that had changed. For example – that piece of apple pie that he tried to eat but was struggling with, and the coffee, black with three sugars, that was not as thick nor as satisfying as blood. He knew that as an Allurist he would be able to eat and drink ordinarily, sooner or later. But he was lazy. And he didn’t practice as often as he should. He got halfway through both the pie and the coffee before he felt it start to surge in his gut. He almost knocked his own notebook from his table as he struggled to stand.
”Can you please… watch my…” he stopped. The bile was in his throat. The girl had been sitting there nearly as long as he had, at a table nearby. She looked like she was a student. He’d wanted to ask if she could please watch his things and make sure no one took off with them, but he barely got through the question before he was darting toward the bathrooms.
He was really looking forward to this… being able to eat without throwing up, thing.
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Tick tock. The minutes continued on as she stared at the screen, writing notes, and doodling. It was all she would do each day, besides her job that is. Sure it was the same even when she was human, but being alive for eternity it felt like a waste of time now. She looked around quietly to see if anyone was in eye shot to see what she was up to next. She pulled up her hacking system and began to dig through, getting into different severs, websites, anything she could get into. Now this is what she was interested in most now-a-days. She didn't even know herself that she had this sort of skill. All she thought was her life consisted on being an artist.
Minutes continued to pass by, sips of her drink, and more writing and hacking. She finished off the rest of the liquid and was soon about to get up to get a refill, who knew how longer she would be here, until she was distracted, by a man. He didn't look too good, pale. Was he a creature like her? Or was he sick. I really hope he's not sick, he better not throw up on me. she thought to herself. But she also felt bad for him. What was wrong? She wanted to know. Her mouth opened to speak, but he ran off too quickly for the question to be said. Well, he certainly must be sick if he's running to the bathroom.
She looked around the cafe to see if anyone had witnessed the man's quick escape. Should she even go after and check on him? Or keep an eye out, on what he probably was going to ask her, on his belongings. She nibbled her bottom lip in thought. Maybe just quickly check up on him and then return.
She stood up and headed to where the man disappeared and lightly knocked on the door with her knuckles. "Sir, are you alright?" Even through the wooden doors her thick French accent could be heard, but her voice was soft and gentle.
Minutes continued to pass by, sips of her drink, and more writing and hacking. She finished off the rest of the liquid and was soon about to get up to get a refill, who knew how longer she would be here, until she was distracted, by a man. He didn't look too good, pale. Was he a creature like her? Or was he sick. I really hope he's not sick, he better not throw up on me. she thought to herself. But she also felt bad for him. What was wrong? She wanted to know. Her mouth opened to speak, but he ran off too quickly for the question to be said. Well, he certainly must be sick if he's running to the bathroom.
She looked around the cafe to see if anyone had witnessed the man's quick escape. Should she even go after and check on him? Or keep an eye out, on what he probably was going to ask her, on his belongings. She nibbled her bottom lip in thought. Maybe just quickly check up on him and then return.
She stood up and headed to where the man disappeared and lightly knocked on the door with her knuckles. "Sir, are you alright?" Even through the wooden doors her thick French accent could be heard, but her voice was soft and gentle.
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The cubicle was a small one – one for the men, one for the ladies. It wasn’t a massive establishment so it made sense that there would only be two toilets. Robin didn’t have the chance – nay, the wits – to lock the door behind him. He was immediately on his knees over the bowl, retching up the food that refused to stay down. The white porcelain was marred with the golden sludge that was once nice crisp pastry and juicy, sweet apples. It now all blended together with leftover blood; whatever his body hadn’t yet absorbed. The result was kind of terrifying. No one liked throwing up blood. It normally meant something was horribly wrong. Robin had to remember that it wasn’t his blood.
The knock on the door startled Robin; the voice he heard was not one that he recognised. Not enough to place it as belonging to the girl he had asked to look after his belongings, anyway. He might have rushed, otherwise, knowing that both their belonging were out there in the open, waiting to be pilfered. He knew what the scum in this city could be like. He wasn’t overly trusting. He didn’t even like leaving his laptop at home. He took it everywhere with him.
As it was, he just took a breath and nodded.
”Fine, fine. Getting over a bug. Shouldn’t have eaten…” he replied to the disembodied voice. Assuming that it belonged to a human, he evaded the entire truth. But, then, it wasn’t untruthful, was it? If vampirism could be considered a disease that one had to ‘get over’. He even laughed, the sound echoing in the bowl of the toilet; until he retched again, bringing up the last of the apple pie – and most of the coffee, too. Such a damned waste.
He waited a full minute before he stood and flushed the toilet, holding the button down to make sure that all the contents were swished and swirled into oblivion. Didn’t want anyone walking in on a toilet bowl that looked like it contained the contents of a shredded stomach, right? The apple did kind of look like flesh…
He shuddered and washed his hands. Washed his face, and swirled his mouth with water – though he didn’t swallow any. He made himself as presentable as possible, before he left the bathroom, half expecting the entire café to have heard the ordeal. He’d have to put on his good-humoured mask.
The knock on the door startled Robin; the voice he heard was not one that he recognised. Not enough to place it as belonging to the girl he had asked to look after his belongings, anyway. He might have rushed, otherwise, knowing that both their belonging were out there in the open, waiting to be pilfered. He knew what the scum in this city could be like. He wasn’t overly trusting. He didn’t even like leaving his laptop at home. He took it everywhere with him.
As it was, he just took a breath and nodded.
”Fine, fine. Getting over a bug. Shouldn’t have eaten…” he replied to the disembodied voice. Assuming that it belonged to a human, he evaded the entire truth. But, then, it wasn’t untruthful, was it? If vampirism could be considered a disease that one had to ‘get over’. He even laughed, the sound echoing in the bowl of the toilet; until he retched again, bringing up the last of the apple pie – and most of the coffee, too. Such a damned waste.
He waited a full minute before he stood and flushed the toilet, holding the button down to make sure that all the contents were swished and swirled into oblivion. Didn’t want anyone walking in on a toilet bowl that looked like it contained the contents of a shredded stomach, right? The apple did kind of look like flesh…
He shuddered and washed his hands. Washed his face, and swirled his mouth with water – though he didn’t swallow any. He made himself as presentable as possible, before he left the bathroom, half expecting the entire café to have heard the ordeal. He’d have to put on his good-humoured mask.
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She listened quietly behind the door, staying close just in case the man needed anything at all. She was one of those who cared about someone, even a stranger she never met. But the way the man ran off got her concerned. She leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door and sat there waiting. Maybe when the man came out they could talk. Or maybe she could offer him something to drink. Quickly she ran to the bar and asked for a water before she returned back to the same spot, back against the wall.
When she heard the water of the sink start she straightened up and waited. What was she doing exactly? She didn't know the man. Maybe he was human, maybe he was like her. But how would one bring that sort of question up? Well, she usually could tell, maybe she could with him. Or maybe he was actually a human seeing as he, well, threw up probably food. She nibbled her bottom lip nervously as the door opened.
Her arm extended with the water in her hand, looking at the man who came out of the bathroom. "I brought you water. If you want it." She offered him. Maybe he'll take it, or maybe she'll make a fool out of herself and mistake on what he is. Way to go Adelia, you're probably messing this up already. She lowered her hand then and offered a lop-sided smile. "You sure you alright? You ran off quickly.." Her gaze went back to where he belongings were, as well where his was that he asked her to watch. Abandoned, out in the open. Maybe they should get back to their stuff. But first she wanted to make sure he was stable.
When she heard the water of the sink start she straightened up and waited. What was she doing exactly? She didn't know the man. Maybe he was human, maybe he was like her. But how would one bring that sort of question up? Well, she usually could tell, maybe she could with him. Or maybe he was actually a human seeing as he, well, threw up probably food. She nibbled her bottom lip nervously as the door opened.
Her arm extended with the water in her hand, looking at the man who came out of the bathroom. "I brought you water. If you want it." She offered him. Maybe he'll take it, or maybe she'll make a fool out of herself and mistake on what he is. Way to go Adelia, you're probably messing this up already. She lowered her hand then and offered a lop-sided smile. "You sure you alright? You ran off quickly.." Her gaze went back to where he belongings were, as well where his was that he asked her to watch. Abandoned, out in the open. Maybe they should get back to their stuff. But first she wanted to make sure he was stable.
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Robin swayed a little on his feet. Now that he was close to the girl whose aid he had asked for, he was immediately struck by her lack of scent. Well, she smelled pleasantly of all the ordinary things like soap and hair product and whatever subtle perfume she may or may not choose to wear. But there was no heat to her body; no heady scent of fresh blood. Just like a human can pick up the scent of freshly cooked food enough to make them salivate, so too can a vampire. Although he took the water she offered him, he laughed. He laughed comfortably, knowing that he could be open with her.
”I think if I drink this, I will end up hugging the toilet bowl again,” he said, a light smirk gracing his lips. Damnit all to hell, though. He had thrown up whatever blood was left and his gut felt strangely empty. He both did and did not want to go and feed again. Strangely, the act of taking blood was not as satisfying as the act of giving. There was an absence in his life, now, where that addiction used to be. He idly wondered whether there were any vampires out there who fed from other vampires. Whether he could be of service to them…
…but his mind had wandered into unprecedented territory. His attention snapped back to his company, and he nodded.
”Thank you, anyway. Maybe I’ll try. Maybe water is the best thing to start with…” he muttered, thinking out loud. Maybe that’s where he’d been going wrong. He launched immediately into the heavy stuff, wanting to eat how he had eaten before. When maybe, he should have instead started with the small things. Water. Maybe some toast here and there. Rice. Nuts. Small things. Easily digestible things.
”I’m fine now! But we should uhm… our things. Are unattended,” he said, gesturing to their tables with a **** of his head. He wasn’t annoyed that she had abandoned their belongings to come and see to his wellbeing. Robin was rarely annoyed at anything.
”I think if I drink this, I will end up hugging the toilet bowl again,” he said, a light smirk gracing his lips. Damnit all to hell, though. He had thrown up whatever blood was left and his gut felt strangely empty. He both did and did not want to go and feed again. Strangely, the act of taking blood was not as satisfying as the act of giving. There was an absence in his life, now, where that addiction used to be. He idly wondered whether there were any vampires out there who fed from other vampires. Whether he could be of service to them…
…but his mind had wandered into unprecedented territory. His attention snapped back to his company, and he nodded.
”Thank you, anyway. Maybe I’ll try. Maybe water is the best thing to start with…” he muttered, thinking out loud. Maybe that’s where he’d been going wrong. He launched immediately into the heavy stuff, wanting to eat how he had eaten before. When maybe, he should have instead started with the small things. Water. Maybe some toast here and there. Rice. Nuts. Small things. Easily digestible things.
”I’m fine now! But we should uhm… our things. Are unattended,” he said, gesturing to their tables with a **** of his head. He wasn’t annoyed that she had abandoned their belongings to come and see to his wellbeing. Robin was rarely annoyed at anything.
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Re: Too much time (Robin Little)
She blinked a few times when he swayed and held out her hands, just incase he would loose his balance. Damn her kindness, sometimes it got her in trouble, or some would judge her at being too helpful. Her green eyes lifted up to his features, just to make sure he was alright, attempting to read his symptoms. She focused in with her hearing, to see if he was human due to the cause of this so called sickness he had. "No heartbeat." That shocked her the most, but it didn't scare her. In a way, she was glad. She hated hiding secrets from others. And this man, oh was he handsome. Stop Adelia. She spoke to herself and took a small step back from him.
At his laugh, at his smile, it caused her to do the same, easing her nerves. Alright, so he wasn't one of those crazy guys so far. Maybe she could trust him, maybe. They did just meet, well, at an awkward moment in time that is. Probably not the best way one would want to meet another person, but sometimes an unfortunate event can lead to friendship. "Then do take it slow, monsieur." she offered him a light and gentle smile to assure him that if it came down to it, she would stick around just to make sure he was alright again.
She watched him quietly, the vacant look in his eyes. "Monsieur?" When he spoke she eased back into her smile. "Well, try slow, small things, for now." She said, as if she read his mind with the food portion.
The mention of their belongings made her look over at their items, and then around the cafe that they occupied. "Can you walk? Or do you need a little help?" She question, and at that point, her hand extended out for him to take if he needed it. He still seemed a little pale; that made her chuckle. Of course he was, he wasn't a living human being, that she knew. But...was he a vampire? Was he something else? She knew of many creatures that walked around the city. She was warned by that from her Sire.
At his laugh, at his smile, it caused her to do the same, easing her nerves. Alright, so he wasn't one of those crazy guys so far. Maybe she could trust him, maybe. They did just meet, well, at an awkward moment in time that is. Probably not the best way one would want to meet another person, but sometimes an unfortunate event can lead to friendship. "Then do take it slow, monsieur." she offered him a light and gentle smile to assure him that if it came down to it, she would stick around just to make sure he was alright again.
She watched him quietly, the vacant look in his eyes. "Monsieur?" When he spoke she eased back into her smile. "Well, try slow, small things, for now." She said, as if she read his mind with the food portion.
The mention of their belongings made her look over at their items, and then around the cafe that they occupied. "Can you walk? Or do you need a little help?" She question, and at that point, her hand extended out for him to take if he needed it. He still seemed a little pale; that made her chuckle. Of course he was, he wasn't a living human being, that she knew. But...was he a vampire? Was he something else? She knew of many creatures that walked around the city. She was warned by that from her Sire.
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Re: Too much time (Robin Little)
Robin continued to grin. Had he gravitated toward this particular customer because she was so… what was the word? Endearing. Yes, she was endearing. Her features were soft, like a portrait taken in low light, and her eyes were an indefinable colour. Were they brown or were they green? Or were they neither? It was an uncommon colour, anyway, in comparison to Robin’s regular blue. There was a unmistakable French lilt to her accent, and the way she continued to call him Monsieur, as if he were someone of importance. It poked at all the right receptors, and eventually Robin was forced to shake his head. He made sure not to breath too much in the girl’s direction, not wanting her to smell his breath. Which no doubt… what would it smell like? Stale blood? A vampire’s vomit was different to that of a human’s. Robin didn’t dwell on the reasons why.
”Please, call me Robin,” he said. As chuffed as he was at being called Monsieur, it sounded far too grand for the likes of him. Even if it was just the French form of ‘Mister’ or ‘Sir’. He definitely was no ‘Sir’.
”I’m not sure if you’ve ever thrown up in your life,” he started – of course she had to have, unless she was some kind of miracle human who’d never been sick before she was turned. A stupid thing to say, but he continued anyway. ”But you always feel one hundred times better after you’ve emptied the contents of your stomach,” he said with a grin. He felt only a tiny bit woozy, still, but Robin was certain that everything he’d tried to eat was now on its way down into the sewer system. And he himself was right as rain, if a little hungry again. He shook his head and took a couple of steps in the direction of their tables.
”In other words… thank you. But I’m fine. Honestly. I just… literally bit off more than I could chew,” he said with a half a snort.
”Please, call me Robin,” he said. As chuffed as he was at being called Monsieur, it sounded far too grand for the likes of him. Even if it was just the French form of ‘Mister’ or ‘Sir’. He definitely was no ‘Sir’.
”I’m not sure if you’ve ever thrown up in your life,” he started – of course she had to have, unless she was some kind of miracle human who’d never been sick before she was turned. A stupid thing to say, but he continued anyway. ”But you always feel one hundred times better after you’ve emptied the contents of your stomach,” he said with a grin. He felt only a tiny bit woozy, still, but Robin was certain that everything he’d tried to eat was now on its way down into the sewer system. And he himself was right as rain, if a little hungry again. He shook his head and took a couple of steps in the direction of their tables.
”In other words… thank you. But I’m fine. Honestly. I just… literally bit off more than I could chew,” he said with a half a snort.
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Re: Too much time (Robin Little)
Adelia was French, native language, English was her second. Sometimes she would slip in and out from trying to speak English with someone from America - or now Canada - to French without ever realizing it until the other would speak up. Which, the guy named Robin, told her. She gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed at the side of her neck. A gesture she always did, absent mindlessly. Maybe a signal, some other vampires out there got the hint. But with her, the way she...died, was completely different than others. More like, murder. If some would think of it that way.
Even though she was distracted by his words, or the voices around the cafe, the noises behind the bar, her focus was just on the man in front of her. Not only out of kindness, because she yearned to learn more about him, which was unusual with men. When she was human she was that shy, innocent, Christian girl. And now as this immortal, she was open to many, and men she seemed to be more curious about. Probably because he was in some type of way, similar to him. But than again, she wanted to learn more.
"Robin." she repeated his name, letting it roll off her tongue with that soft French accent. There that smile was again. "Well many in their life time I am sure, done just that. I cannot think of any that never. She remembered when she was human, seeing as it's been - what, a possible month in this life? She got sick to the point of nausea. But not yet as a vampire. Her sire told her to stay away from human food and alcohol. Which she didn't care much of alcohol in the first place. But food, nothing she missed much. She was always busy with her studies she use to forget to eat.
When he started to move away she blinked a few times, coming back to reality from her thoughts, and moved after him. Slow down, Adelia she said mentally and slowed her footsteps behind him, until she came upon him a few seconds back to their belongings. Well, she wished in some way he'd taken her hand, just to get some type of feel of...what he is, who he is. Maybe her Path could come in handy? That's stalking! Don't do that! Her hand came up to her face as she covered it. If only she could blush from her thoughts it would show.
"Well, Robin," she looked down at her blackened screen of her laptop. She needed to study more and finish her homework. Damn the human life still lingered in her, but more with her schooling. Damn. Her thoughts were blank at the moment. What was she suppose to say? Or ask? For him to stay and talk...or just to go back to work. Her eyes went back to the man and she smiled lopsided at him. Maybe he would get that possible hint she wanted him to sit down and talk. Maybe not. She was bad at this.
Even though she was distracted by his words, or the voices around the cafe, the noises behind the bar, her focus was just on the man in front of her. Not only out of kindness, because she yearned to learn more about him, which was unusual with men. When she was human she was that shy, innocent, Christian girl. And now as this immortal, she was open to many, and men she seemed to be more curious about. Probably because he was in some type of way, similar to him. But than again, she wanted to learn more.
"Robin." she repeated his name, letting it roll off her tongue with that soft French accent. There that smile was again. "Well many in their life time I am sure, done just that. I cannot think of any that never. She remembered when she was human, seeing as it's been - what, a possible month in this life? She got sick to the point of nausea. But not yet as a vampire. Her sire told her to stay away from human food and alcohol. Which she didn't care much of alcohol in the first place. But food, nothing she missed much. She was always busy with her studies she use to forget to eat.
When he started to move away she blinked a few times, coming back to reality from her thoughts, and moved after him. Slow down, Adelia she said mentally and slowed her footsteps behind him, until she came upon him a few seconds back to their belongings. Well, she wished in some way he'd taken her hand, just to get some type of feel of...what he is, who he is. Maybe her Path could come in handy? That's stalking! Don't do that! Her hand came up to her face as she covered it. If only she could blush from her thoughts it would show.
"Well, Robin," she looked down at her blackened screen of her laptop. She needed to study more and finish her homework. Damn the human life still lingered in her, but more with her schooling. Damn. Her thoughts were blank at the moment. What was she suppose to say? Or ask? For him to stay and talk...or just to go back to work. Her eyes went back to the man and she smiled lopsided at him. Maybe he would get that possible hint she wanted him to sit down and talk. Maybe not. She was bad at this.
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When Robin returned to his table he remembered what he had been doing. Staring at a blank screen and generally questioning the choices he’d made in life. Could he write about vampires? Could he do it in a way that was accessible to a broader audience? Could he do it in a way where his name would go down in history, and he would be remembered? A modern classic, maybe? But then, the point of his need to write was the need to become a kind of Kerouac. A Fitzgerald or a Hemingway. They were all dead, now. They led tumultuous lives and then they died. And maybe their work lived in because they died.
Robin, though, would never die. So what if he did write a book and it was published? What if it did become something acclaimed, win awards? Would he have to travel around for writer’s festivals and book signings? He wouldn’t be able to, would he? Not really. Not feasibly. So maybe he’d have to garner some kind of… mystery. An alias…
It was all far too much to think about, and his head spun. He heard his name behind him and he turned his attention back to the French girl. He hadn’t yet sat down. He turned around, waiting for her to continue. Normally when someone started a sentence with ‘well…’ they intended to continue with something, right? But she didn’t continue. If Robin were a discerning man, he might have thought she even looked a little flustered. Not knowing why she would have any reason to be, however, he didn’t notice.
What he did notice was that she used his name. And as his lips puckered to form a response to her silence, he realised that he couldn’t use hers.
”Well…” he started anyway. ”…girl with the water. I suddenly lost my enthusiasm to work,” he said. There was no reason why she would want to know that. None at all. He glanced down at her laptop.
”What are you working on?” he asked. Procrastination, really. Maybe a way to see if she was really busy, and if she wasn’t… well, he didn’t know. He’d wait and see.
Robin, though, would never die. So what if he did write a book and it was published? What if it did become something acclaimed, win awards? Would he have to travel around for writer’s festivals and book signings? He wouldn’t be able to, would he? Not really. Not feasibly. So maybe he’d have to garner some kind of… mystery. An alias…
It was all far too much to think about, and his head spun. He heard his name behind him and he turned his attention back to the French girl. He hadn’t yet sat down. He turned around, waiting for her to continue. Normally when someone started a sentence with ‘well…’ they intended to continue with something, right? But she didn’t continue. If Robin were a discerning man, he might have thought she even looked a little flustered. Not knowing why she would have any reason to be, however, he didn’t notice.
What he did notice was that she used his name. And as his lips puckered to form a response to her silence, he realised that he couldn’t use hers.
”Well…” he started anyway. ”…girl with the water. I suddenly lost my enthusiasm to work,” he said. There was no reason why she would want to know that. None at all. He glanced down at her laptop.
”What are you working on?” he asked. Procrastination, really. Maybe a way to see if she was really busy, and if she wasn’t… well, he didn’t know. He’d wait and see.