Hello Hello {Fleur}
Posted: 05 Feb 2016, 23:20
Harper Rock was quite a change from Boston. It was colder, and there were things that didn't make sense, though there were things in Boston that hadn't made sense either. On holiday, it seemed more of a sentance than a vacation, as her supervisor seemed to force her, since she tended to be a workaholic, and it became unhealthy at times, as to how many hours she put into it. The hotel was atrocious and unkept, of which Quinn was in the lobby, as she would fix it, even if she wasn't supposed to. The magazines would slowly become organized, straightened, and put in an order that made sense. First they were organized in an alphabetical order, and then by date. Once this was done to the woman's approval, she would organize them by color.
Quinn needed order, she loved it. It was why she was prone to putting every single bit of information from work in a well organized spreadsheet. It was because a spreadsheet demanded order. Unlike the outside world. There were too many variables that changed, and created chaos. Perhaps that was why Quinn hated to leave her office, and she felt uncomfortable around people. People weren't able to be organized in neat and orderly forms, at least in methods that this woman seemed to require.
A thought of home nearly destroyed Quinn's mood, causing her to quickly finish reorganizing the magazines and running to the phone. She needed to call home. She needed to make sure everything was where it should be, and to be sure that nothing was left unattended to. Fumbling for changes, as she reached the payphone, she inserted the change, then dialed home. It took a few seconds, and then there was a voice at the other end, it sounding somewhat sleepy. The man that was tasked to apartment-watch sounded like he had just woken up. "George. Good, you're still there. I'm calling to make sure everything is going well, and to make sure that the lights are off in rooms you are not in. Also, make sure the windows are closed tight, and that all of the light switches, when you are not using them, are in the downward position."
The phone clicked, and the man had hung up on her, perhaps so used to the woman's actions and mannerisms. " ... Hello? George? Are you still there?"
Quinn needed order, she loved it. It was why she was prone to putting every single bit of information from work in a well organized spreadsheet. It was because a spreadsheet demanded order. Unlike the outside world. There were too many variables that changed, and created chaos. Perhaps that was why Quinn hated to leave her office, and she felt uncomfortable around people. People weren't able to be organized in neat and orderly forms, at least in methods that this woman seemed to require.
A thought of home nearly destroyed Quinn's mood, causing her to quickly finish reorganizing the magazines and running to the phone. She needed to call home. She needed to make sure everything was where it should be, and to be sure that nothing was left unattended to. Fumbling for changes, as she reached the payphone, she inserted the change, then dialed home. It took a few seconds, and then there was a voice at the other end, it sounding somewhat sleepy. The man that was tasked to apartment-watch sounded like he had just woken up. "George. Good, you're still there. I'm calling to make sure everything is going well, and to make sure that the lights are off in rooms you are not in. Also, make sure the windows are closed tight, and that all of the light switches, when you are not using them, are in the downward position."
The phone clicked, and the man had hung up on her, perhaps so used to the woman's actions and mannerisms. " ... Hello? George? Are you still there?"