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Nov 17, 2018 10:05:29 GMT -6
Post by instinct on Nov 17, 2018 10:05:29 GMT -6
A sunny morning, the same pace and a different day. Its been sometime since that accident that lead to the Baskerville's destruction but there were things that had really left our man... puzzled with a loss for purpose. Who'd new that exploring mysteries can be as dangerous as children playing with volatile fire? I guess he and his peers learned that the hard way. Sitting on a bench in worn out casuals, not torn nor stained but something you'd wear when you're in your own neighborhood, his unemployment started to take a toll, while he takes requests to conduct surveys for different companies, he does not have any sustainable source of income and the only jobs he takes were contract based.
Once the contract is complete and the pay has been given, there's no other work and he scrambles on to find another.
"Could be worse..." and right on cue, bird poop fell on his head.
"Great... I'd die of embarrassment if someone familiar sees me like this now."
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Nov 17, 2018 12:35:05 GMT -6
Post by Beatrice Ramhorn on Nov 17, 2018 12:35:05 GMT -6
It had been a few odd days for the Cernun. Beatrice had been for a while had been feeling an odd itch, an urge to relieve it and it grew stronger as she kept seeing it happen. It was no medical issue or anything in regard to the health of a body at all. Instead it was this feeling of seeing someone, feeling like you met them somewhere and have the strong urge to ask them about who they are to see if it jogs the memory.
Beatrice did know it was not anyone she knew during her nursing school years. After all with nurses being in a higher demand in the country, especially in a world that has fire breathing people and storm calling birds, injuries and accidents are definitely a part and parcel of living in this world. It would be hard to find someone in healthcare not being in some sort of job.
However Beatrice noticed him in the South Park, resting there in slacks and definitely not having a good day. Flipping her golden locks, she approaches the man relaxing on the bench before watching him get a dropping to the face. Grabbing a tissue from her breast pocket, she hands it over to the unfortunate person before her.
"Well um... hello."
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Nov 17, 2018 23:02:03 GMT -6
Post by instinct on Nov 17, 2018 23:02:03 GMT -6
And just before he'd doze off on the bench where he sat, a familiar voice re-opened his eyes as he looked to see a Cernun....
"B-beatrice?" he stuttered as he tried to hide his face with the small book that he's carrying, immediately acting on a different tone as a fool's attempt to deceive her and pretend that he's a different person.
"Why hello miss, how can I help you?" and here's the praying it actually works.
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Nov 22, 2018 18:23:00 GMT -6
Post by Beatrice Ramhorn on Nov 22, 2018 18:23:00 GMT -6
Beatrice immediately recognized the man before her the moment her name was called. Never did the Cernun thought she would meet an old classmate lying in a bench looking dead tired and looking like he is trying to meet end's need. Beatrice cocked an eye at the sudden change of mannerism and tone of voice, and grew suspicious of Boris. Nonetheless she was not easy to fool, she is a nurse after all her job is to identify problems and help solve in to the best of her ability. Rubbing the bridge of her nose she picks up her old friend, easily, and sets him up right and straight on the bench with ease.
"Well Mister Callahan you could help me by explaining what happened to you!" Beatrice folded her arms beneath her bust, not much arm space there to begin with after all. "I thought you had a stable job and everything, I never expected to see you handing flyers and paper advertisements to people on the streets. In my home district no less!"
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