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Author Topic: An Odd Understanding  (Read 815 times)

Nauroval

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An Odd Understanding
« on: November 13, 2017, 04:11:07 PM »
Nicole Avis’ heels clacked down the pavement with a not too hard tread, yet something in the sound even communicating her displeasure! Orrin had left her stranded by way of his “job” and an unreliable car. Again!

And no, she would not give him the satisfaction of making a big thing about it, or calling one of his taxi friends who would just send him by for the sole purpose of gloating at her!

Of course the car is his fault..., Nicole fummed to herself as she walked along, he promised to fix it and...oh bother these heels!. She stopped to switch them out for her emergency flats, which helped her pace also. Nicole continued along the pavement, everything about her giving off the air of a woman not to be messed with.

Yet even in her agitated state she had a clear sense and view (more a sense) of those around her, even in her peripherals. Nicole could weave skillfully through any crowd and seem almost not there. She supposed it must be something of a family trait, for Orrin could do much the same with his car, she knew; though she would never tell him she noticed any similarities...or half worried he might crash. After all, despite his good reflexes, he had. Even if only when he tried to drive past Middleton town limits.

It was very true, as proved by that time Orrin  came in search of his keys, that her workplace was within walking distance of her and Orrin’s flat; but that didn’t mean either enjoyed having to walk there, and in Middleton’s temperamental weather!

It was actually surprisingly nice out. For Middleton, and hadn’t rained. Yet.

Still, it could, and if it did Nicole was going to be in an even worse mood!

It was all of this, and the morning's frustrations, that combined to perhaps lower Nicole's guard and let...small things slip through. Small things like pigeon's. The birds had just landed, within Nicole's line of sight, and ahead of her on the path, to peck at the ground and search out bread and other left overs.

Nicole was not in the mood today, and something about the whole thing struck her as very insulting and almost disrespectful! How dare they! Even, and especially, small fodder birds such as them, only good for larger animals to catch, knew to keep out of her way!

A bit odd a thought, but again Nicole didn't pause to ponder this and for once flew off the handle with her first response. Which was to throw her purse (and a well aimed stomp) at them as they scattered. "Stupid...scatterbrained...get out of here!". It was only after completing the action, that Nicole became self aware and quickly and discretely glanced about, but none seemed to have seen her, except maybe that girl on the corner, who had just exited the coffee shop (though she looked a bit young for coffee herself) and stood by the street light as if debating where to go with her drink.

Thing was, it wasn't just the fact that she had been caught out at all, Nicole's gaze, once going past the girl, fixed on it and the look of mild shock. Mild shock that still seemed to sort of understand, because as the two locked gazes, she almost expected the girl to smile wryly and in defense of her.

All just a confusing feel of the moment, and Nicole probably hadn't paused that long because as she next felt herself rammed into she associated it with her previous action. How...who was defending the pigeons...?, then she tumbled to the ground, after her just thrown purse. Her purse! Nicole found it, so knew it hadn't been a robbery, and pulled the purse to her even as she heard other feet rushing up.
« Last Edit: November 14, 2017, 04:17:38 PM by Nauroval »

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Re: An Odd Understanding
« Reply #1 on: November 14, 2017, 04:18:07 PM »
{Again, most to all of the back-ground stuff fluid for any and all changes that may or may not occur ^^}

Harper Auster had, for a few moments atleast, put aside her self assigned mission of finding her cousin, Thomas, and somehow...making amends. Honestly the latter part of the plan was even more hazy and she wasn't sure what she would do once she did find him, or say for that matter, but...it would come when she did, she was sure.

And Pumpkin Spiced Latte-no coffee was going to help her with that! Somehow. Harper still hadn't become a coffee drinker, still in her teens and it still tasting nasty, but thankfully coffee stores could doctor up flavor-of-fall-lattes with more sugar and milk and no coffee and make a drink that was just like a mid-day treat to carry around with you.

She had a few notes and names jotted down in her phone's notes and might have got on about trying to find some way to reach out to and help her cousin, the one she had never known about for all these years!

For most of her childhood, Harper had known something went on between the adults around her, and mainly her father and the uncle she hardly saw. They were poorer (not by much comparison wise, but it seemed it) and Harper's father had seemed to feel it his brother and sister-in-law's own faults. Because of irresponsibility. Irresponsibility that went to the point of having given up one of their twins just for said purpose of not being able to care for it. They had said.

How did you even choose though!

The irony was, Harper wasn't really close to the one cousin she did have, though she hardly saw him either, but she most certainly had to find the one lost cousin of hers! Let him know that not all his family had given up on him!

Though she wouldn't blame him if he didn't care.

Still, she had to try! And Harper herself didn't fully know why she had such a feeling that they would understand a lot about each other once and if they did meet.

Yet at the moment she wasn’t actively focused on said mission, and sort of because of dead-ends. It was Saturday and she was supposed to just be enjoying her weekend.

Paused by the street light, and yes debating what next, and whether to head to the park or not, Harper sipped her drink, and had her mission forced upon her focus once more.

It wasn’t clear at first, and as she just watched a lady rushing down the pavement who next threw her purse at flock of pigeons in her way. Thing was, it didn’t strike Harper as odd. More than that, something made Harper’s gaze fix on the woman immediately after scanning her surroundings and scanning past her.

A wary intimidation was the first thought. Not fear, but awareness of making sure...well she wasn’t treated like the pigeons. Much as she sort of understood that reaction. She would have smiled, if someone didn’t barrel down the walkway, next knocking the woman over in his haste.

She'd seen him before, Harper knew, but where...

Then it came to her, he had been one of the ones she'd put a question to and who had told her she'd be better off not prying into such things and anything to do with Auster. It had been a bit jarring given that was her last name too. What exactly had he been doing to put such a stigma to the name?

Of course Harper had more clues than she wanted to that, and knew at least it was Something, even if she knew Nothing.

The man was gone by the time these thoughts had time to process, and adding further confusion, and clues, another darted after him and for some reason Harper had paused to make sure it wasn't her cousin or something. It wasn't. Though, again, given all the man who had currently darted by had said, Harper wouldn't be surprised if Thomas knew the other. Worked with him even...

Part of her darting forward once both had rushed by might have been seeking further clues, but she quickly enough dropped any ulterior to it and realized it would just cause more trouble if she followed them or anything. And she couldn't anyway, they had darted by too fast. Still, for some reason she gave a further glance up the street, before finally putting all of her focus to the woman she had jogged over to help.

”Here! Ma’am! Um...let me help you up...”, Harper only got awkward after she was there and as she said it, and held out a hand.
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Re: An Odd Understanding
« Reply #2 on: February 28, 2018, 03:40:48 AM »
Whatever Nicole would have thought further on the odd pause she and the girl by the corner had, everything with being rammed into shoved it out of her head. Once making sure her purse was secure and safe, she was all set to go about getting up when she saw and heard the same girl rushing over.

Oh great...she was doing just what she wanted to avoid, causing a scene. Looking helpless.

"I'm fine, thank you!", why did she feel she was being doubly rude the second she said that?, that brushing aside this one's help was the height of unfair? She should be...making allowances, and complete explanations...while explaining she was fine. The woman glanced up again, and for some reason let the girl helped her to her feet. She gave a short nod once she was righted once more. "Thankyou".

A pause. She somehow felt she should say more.

Glancing over to the girl proper again, she felt that sense again of...something. She wasn't sure what. It was akin the feeling she could figure her out, by everything external about her, and the way she was standing, but...also deeper than that. And that first thought didn't make sense.

Wasn't Nicole Avis, of all people, an advocate for advanced characteristics and people being able to surprise you?

In theory she realized, day to day she tended to condense it down into a simpler mode of working herself. Hunches were viable means of communication and reading a bad mood off Orrin or her boss within walking in the door usually correct.

Nicole paused, a bit caught. She really should get on to work, was going to be (and was) late as it was, but...

She scanned the girl over once more, No, there was simply something here she had to discover. She could run into the girl again...it was a small town, but Nicole also knew better than to trust to that. People were also hard to pin down moment to moment.

Coffee was out. She had a cup...

Well introductions were always a good place to start. "I'm Nicole Avis", Not Nicky! Don't listen to my brother if you meet him. She thought, but didn't say.

Nicole took a moment more, thinking through what else to add (and what not to!). She'd already thanked the girl, so she instead glanced after the trouble maker to have knocked her down. "Some people just are in such a hurry, they have no respect for others!". It was a comment inviting agreeing, but if the girl was also polite enough to not, Nicole wouldn't judge. She could do well to recall such manners herself.

Nicole ignored this self delivered thought. "Well, but I'm glad to see you have manners", she nodded to the girl again.

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