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Re: Too much time (Robin Little)

Posted: 10 Nov 2015, 04:21
by Adelia (DELETED 7140)
She ran her fingers along her laptop, feeling the smooth surface along her finger tips. Though her mind was elsewhere, away from reality, unaware that the man was looking at her and still next to her. When she heard his voice she blinked a few times as she returned to reality again, glancing up at him then with a small smile. "That happens when you get occupied with sickness." She grabbed her bag to place the laptop inside. She wasn't packing up to leave, just to put it away to keep her hands occupied. "Just homework, some English." She blew a strand of her from her face, mostly in boredness with the mention of her homework. She didn't like school work. Why was she even still in college, she had eternity. Silly girl.

Her gaze looked over to where the man's belongings where and then looked at him once again. "What were you occupied with? Anything, important?" She was quite curious as to what he was working on now. He was quite the...curious was as well. He gave this vibe that she felt, something he was trying to hide. If there was only a way to get into his mind, to know what he was thinking, who he really is. Well she knew sort of, but wasn't sure if she was right. There were so many questions she had. Adelia just wait, be patient she thought to herself.

She grabbed her things and idly went over to where his belongings were, without asking if he wanted her to join him. She was straight forward like that, Adelia was never a shy conservative woman. She set her things down and motion him to join.

Re: Too much time (Robin Little)

Posted: 21 Nov 2015, 03:01
by Robin Little
Robin himself wasn’t a shy, conservative man. He figured people were all the same – he didn’t have to be intimidated by anyone, because everyone else was just the same as he was. They had their own anxieties, their own problems and their own flaws. No one was perfect. It made it easier to be confident around them, even though there was no way to ever truly know a person. People were always so locked up in their own private worlds that they may as well be walking on this earth alone. And Robin was among them. Oh, he knew he could be completely oblivious to the woes of others, at times.

So when the girl joined him, he wasn’t surprised, and nor was he bothered. A little confused, maybe. She had joined him, and still hadn’t given him her name even though he’d hinted rather strongly that it was something that he didn’t have. Maybe she was socially inept. Or maybe she had just failed to pick up on the hint, given that English was her second language.

He shrugged as he got comfortable, but did not move to show the girl his work. There wasn’t much going on there, and it wasn’t anything he thought he could be proud of.

”I try to write things. To be a writer,” he said. It had been his preoccupation for the majority of his adult life. He wished he could get paid for being a procrastinator instead. He’d be a millionaire by now.

”When the whole world is kind of turned on its head, though, it’s hard to re-adjust and re-evaluate. It’s hard to write about something that you’re not sure you understand yet…” he said. He didn’t know quite how to explain himself. A writer is always told to write what they know, and everything Robin knew has been blown out of the water. It’s what he thought he knew. And now he knew better. He continued to watch the girl, his hand resting possessively over the keyboard of his laptop.

”I’m sorry but…” he laughed. ”Are you not telling me your name on purpose?”