A girl, and a piano. [ NARRATIVE ]

Jun 29, 2009 22:02

Characters: Garnet til Alexandros XVII
Content: Garnet sits and contemplates her situation with Raiel
Location: Garnet's room in Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: mid-day

[ooc: This is intended as a narrative, but if someone really wants to stop by her room and say hello, let me know, and maybe they can talk]

He probably thinks I hate him now. )

odd thomas, garnet til alexandros

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loopmein July 2 2009, 21:59:19 UTC
More than anything, Odd hated secluding into the life of a recluse. It was part of his unfortunate nature. Insanity ran in the family; they kept a track record for retreating from reality. Odd promised he wouldn’t have done something so petty such as that again, since it wasn’t what Stormy would’ve wanted. That was what kept her from moving on, kept her bounded to him even after her death, and he wouldn’t let go.

Some days, Odd regretted letting her go, and on those days he felt guilty for even thinking that way. He had said that it would be okay, she could pass through to Service, onto the next Great Adventure, without him. He would wait for her, even if it meant that death would not bring them together after all. For a girl like that, how could he not at the very least hope? And her last words, the silence that passed through her lips and he heard and recognized them because, sometimes, it almost seemed like they were one person-

Be happy.

And he was. Odd was happy. To find happiness in a god-forsaken place of post-apocalyptic ( ... )

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thedaggersedge July 3 2009, 07:15:45 UTC
Garnet slowly raised her head from the keyboard, the mis-matched notes having died minutes earlier. Once she registered that the sound had been someone knocking on her door, she bolted upright, startled. she wasn't expecting a visitor, only Raiel ever stopped by on a very regular basis, and she did not dare to hope that he'd forgotten their last conversation.

Rising from the piano bench, Garnet smoothed her hair as she made her way to the door. "I'm coming!" she called, as she reached for the knob, pulled the door open...

And her face lit up in a smile. He was a sight for sore eyes.

"Odd! What a pleasant surprise!" she said, and she meant it with all of her heart. It had been far too long since she'd seen him, and he almost never came to see her. In fact, she could not recall a time when he had.

Anxiously, she stepped back, pulling door open wider to allow him inside. "What brings you here?"

Her worries, for the moment, were pushed aside in favor of more pleasant thoughts.

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loopmein July 3 2009, 07:30:54 UTC
Pleasant thoughts would have been nice, sure. Odd could use some of them himself. He also looked like someone who had taken quite a walk all day through a monster-infested city with a bag of heavy manuscripts strapped over his shoulder. Which he was. So that accounted for why he appeared so tired.

“Hey.” Odd returned with a friendly smile as Garnet slid open the door for his entry. He shrugged the bag against the wall, onto the floor and rubbed his shoulder, craning his sore neck as he took a few steps into the empty space of the hotel room.

It’d been awhile since Odd had seen Garnet face-to-face. Sadly he didn’t keep track of who he was seeing anymore or when. Maybe a few times since his breakdown at the cathedral... a state in recent history that he couldn’t say he was proud of anyone seeing him in.

That was all done and over with now, he hoped.

What brought him here, on the other hand... Odd turned to his friend. “I’m not too sure, to be honest. I think my feet just carried me here. That’s all.” No I was just passing by or ( ... )

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thedaggersedge July 3 2009, 07:50:46 UTC
It was only after he'd stepped inside and she closed the door, that she was able to get a good look at him. Maybe it was just that she was still comparing to the last time she'd seen him (unpleasant memories of broken glass, blood, and smashed statue), but it had taken a moment for her to truly registered just how worn down he looked.

The room wasn't completely empty, but it could aptly be described as 'sparse' -- Garnet had no personal possessions, save for the knife on the end-table, and the upright piano against one wall. The rest of the room was the bed, chair, and small table that came with the hotel.

"Well, it's still nice to see you all the same," replied Garnet, the smile dimmed but not gone as she motioned for him to have a seat. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like, but... I'm afraid I don't really have much to offer."

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