Post by davinmcguigan on May 16, 2012 20:58:46 GMT -5
Davin stood outside the small bookshop, hand poised and ready above the handle of the door with a small stack of comics tucked underneath the opposite arm. Now, there’s nothing wrong with a slight hesitation at a door- many would be foolish not to pause and think upon venturing into new places….the poor artist’s state, however, was well beyond that of a mere moment of doubt. With yet another tick of the clock, it was a little over three minutes that she stood in such a paralyzed state. So close was she to passing through the threshold with a mere pull of an arm that it was almost laughable to know how far her mind was from making such a leap. How easy it would have been just to walk away; To turn around and retreat back into her small apartment. Her blankets would be warm and inviting, her sketchbook waiting to be marked with a stroke of a pen, a cup of tea settled by her side….oh, the temptation was nothing short of awaiting heaven. Yet, she could not. There was more at stake at this visit than Davin preferred: Her job.
The call had arrived early in the morning to stir the lass from her slumber. Without the sun peeking over the horizon, Davin stumbled around in the dark with all the grace of a blind elephant. “About time you woke up, you lazy piece of carp.” The voice was pleasantly familiar, yet irksome all the same. Figures her boss would call so early in the morning. Without so much a small coffee in her system, the only reply the artist could muster was some unintelligent mumble. “Oh, shut up and listen.” David did just that. “Listen, I want a book signing done. Get one started in where’er you’re resting right now. Fax me the details once you get this done.” A pause filled the room with silence, then. Half was it was due to the previous command her boss just barked, and the other was from the fear of socialization. Davin’s boss took it as a reason to proceed. “Oh, and by the way, if you fail me on this, find a job in America.”
And, with that, Davin’s fate was sealed with a click.
…And so here we return- the socially awkward artist still standing in front of the door. Just when she was about to give up and return back home with the sour taste of defeat, a couple of girls exited the store in giggles. The lass did not know how or when her feet decided to move on their own but she soon found herself standing by a fallen pile of books. Crouched near them was a man with his back to her. From a glance, his build looked trustworthy enough while his actions carried certain fluidity to them.
“Um, hello?” Her voice came out as a squeak while brown eyes grew wide in fear. “Do you work here?”
[ooc: A poor post, my apologies
I came down with a bad cold recently but felt like I needed to get something down.]
The call had arrived early in the morning to stir the lass from her slumber. Without the sun peeking over the horizon, Davin stumbled around in the dark with all the grace of a blind elephant. “About time you woke up, you lazy piece of carp.” The voice was pleasantly familiar, yet irksome all the same. Figures her boss would call so early in the morning. Without so much a small coffee in her system, the only reply the artist could muster was some unintelligent mumble. “Oh, shut up and listen.” David did just that. “Listen, I want a book signing done. Get one started in where’er you’re resting right now. Fax me the details once you get this done.” A pause filled the room with silence, then. Half was it was due to the previous command her boss just barked, and the other was from the fear of socialization. Davin’s boss took it as a reason to proceed. “Oh, and by the way, if you fail me on this, find a job in America.”
And, with that, Davin’s fate was sealed with a click.
…And so here we return- the socially awkward artist still standing in front of the door. Just when she was about to give up and return back home with the sour taste of defeat, a couple of girls exited the store in giggles. The lass did not know how or when her feet decided to move on their own but she soon found herself standing by a fallen pile of books. Crouched near them was a man with his back to her. From a glance, his build looked trustworthy enough while his actions carried certain fluidity to them.
“Um, hello?” Her voice came out as a squeak while brown eyes grew wide in fear. “Do you work here?”
[ooc: A poor post, my apologies
I came down with a bad cold recently but felt like I needed to get something down.]