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kateohara in estdeus_innobis

Blow, blow, thou winter wind

Jan 20, 2010 19:50

Wednesday lunchtimeI look out of the window again and bite my lip. The snow is still falling, and I am certain that in the last hour it has begun to get thicker. The wind has picked up, too, and just as I think that the door flies open, a gust of cold air and snow blowing in. The bell rings madly, and I shut the door with effort, making sure that ( Read more... )

foxton, genny, westin, tess, syl, !threadbomb, kate

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syl_thorn January 20 2010, 20:03:58 UTC

Bloody fuckin'ell, I had t'pick today t'head inta town, didn't I?

All I wanted wuz some lunch't th'cafe, a few sundries from th'gen'ral store, mebbe pass by Glass' place 'n ask'er 'bout'er hubby. But 'bout halfway 'tween th'Lot 'n th'town, th'snow started comin' down, an't's only been gettin' harder. I don't like th'look'a'at sky at fuckin' all. Thought 'bout turnin' back, but by'at time I wuz closer t'town'n th'Lot, an' figured I oughta stick wit' what's safest.

Gen'ral store's closest...an'I don't even think 'til I get in about Tess' girlfriend bein' th'owner. Hell. This's gonna be fun.

"Afternoon," I says, brushin' th'snow from m'coat 'n shakin' m'hair. "Great weather."

mister_foxton January 20 2010, 20:37:48 UTC

It is quite remarkably cold. The town is attractive in the snow, but the cold is already working its way through my top coat to the bone, and only my bone-handled cane keeps me from slipping on the slicker pieces of roadway. I think perhaps I will step into Miss O'Hara's store, to warm myself before returning home.

"Most inclement weather, Miss O'Hara," I say as I close the door behind me, tapping the snow off my shoes. As I turn I see that there's another woman here, tall and dark-haired: "Good afternoon, ma'am." It is pleasantly warm in here, at least.

kateohara January 20 2010, 20:55:07 UTC

I glance up when the door opens, automatically smiling. My face doesn't drop, but I feel myself go still.

"Good afternoon," I say to Syl. Then the door opens again, and in comes Mr Manqueller. He is a slightly... strange gentleman, but always very polite.

"Hello," I say. "It is indeed an unpleasant day," I say. "I have a feeling the snow will only get worse," I say. "How can I help you both?"

syl_thorn January 20 2010, 23:14:40 UTC

Oh yeah, we ain't forgivin'n forgettin' anytime soon. She says "Good afternoon." t'me inna tone't re-freezes th'ice crystals in m'hair. Thankfully, 'nother fella comes in b'hind me. Red-haired, kinda weedy.

"Most inclement weather, Miss O'Hara," 'e says, stampin' snow offis shoes, "Good afternoon, ma'am." 'e nods t'me.

I nod back. Kate starts talkin' 'gain. "Hello. It is indeed an unpleasant day. I have a feeling the snow will only get worse. How can I help you both?"

Well, we's at more'n two words. 'at's a start. "Need some coffee," I says, "some cheesecloth, sugar if'n y'got it, salt...ethanol if'n y'got't, honey, olive oil." Might's well stock up. Runnin' low onna lotta th'basic supplies. Look out th'window...fuck's, comin' down harder...

mister_foxton January 21 2010, 01:36:59 UTC

Well, I think there may be a little bad feeling between these two ladies. Miss O'Hara is a lady of strong opinions, I've found. Or perhaps it is simply that the other is surely from the carnival, though I would not hitherto have thought Miss O'Hara to be so unreasonable.

The tall woman order some goods, but I shake my head. "Only a moment in your warm shop, I'm afraid, Miss O'Hara - but I'm sure I might find something for myself. You are always so well-stocked." It is only polite to make a purchase. "You had some fancy soaps, as I recall - perhaps Mrs Betton would like one." She always seems to smell of lavender water or similar.

I glance out of the window. "Dear me," I say mildly, though my thoughts are somewhat more strongly phrased, "such snow! I feel most strongly for the farmers, in such weather. But we shall have problems enough in town, if this continues long."

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tess_thiess January 23 2010, 23:46:13 UTC

I'm sick 'a sittin' here, with just a candle. It got cold and unlike Syl I can't just magic it warm, so I'm just keepin' the stove warm and huddlin' close t'it all bundled up.

But I'd rather be with Kate, waitin' out the storm with her 'n a pot 'v tea. So I pull on a jacket 'n a cloak and blow a spell 'cross a smooth white stone. I tuck it inside a mitten and when I step close t'the General Store it gets warmer. I dunt think I'll get lost, even 'f it's all white, since I just need t'follow the street.

I trudge through the snow, pushin' hard 'gainst the wind and mutterin' a song t'help me through. It ain't like when I took Kate outside in the rain, but it makes the walk easier.

The Store's just a big mass in the storm when I get there, the windows dark 'n the door shut. I pull at it, but the bolt must be shot even 'f I can't hear it rattle over the wind. I bang my fist on it, hopin' she hears me.

kateohara January 24 2010, 17:43:53 UTC

Everyone takes a coffee except for Mr Sagert. He takes Genny's hand very gingerly, and I wonder if perhaps he is wary of carnival folk. Some people are.

There is a thumping noise outside, and at first I think it's the wind battering snow against the wall, but then I realise it sounds like knocking. I unlock the door and open it, and in comes Tess, covered in snow. I shut the door behind her.

"Tess!" I say, catching her hands. "You're freezing," I note, her fingers icy in mine. "Sit down and have some coffee," I add, leading her over to my stool by the counter and giving her the coffee Mr Sagert passed on.

tess_thiess January 26 2010, 01:40:31 UTC

The door opens and I'm near swept inside with the wind, and Kate's pushin' the door closed behind me. "Tess!" I push back my hood and smile at her as she catches at my hands. "Hey, Kate. I figured it'd be nicer here than back at the apartment." She scolds me, but not seriously. "You're freezing - sit down and have some coffee," she orders, takin' me over t'the counter and passin' me a cup 'v coffee.

I shrug my cloak off, since it's a bit damp, but leave my jacket hangin' loose. It's only then that I get a good look 'round. Two gentlemen, one 'a who's that devil Foxton Manqueller. His family's old, sure, but they've always put us off, fer all they've lived here fer ages. I dunt know the other one, though I've seen him 'round town. There's that girl Genny from the carnival, and - damn. "Afternoon, Syl," I say, flashin' a glance at Kate.

syl_thorn January 26 2010, 03:17:30 UTC

"We have not, no," says th'pale fella. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you have the advantage of me...?"

"Syl Thorn," I says. "Work't th'Carn'val." I says, takin' some sugar from th'jar. "An' you? Where'd you'n Genny run inta each other?" Jes' tryin' t'be polite. Might's well find somethin' t'bloody talk 'bout. Genny starts showin'im 'er sketches...glad t'see she's sketchin' somethin' b'sides Tez, frankly. If'n she wants t'worship'im'at's her nevermind, but't's good t'see'er doin' somethin' for'er.

There's a poundin' on th'door, an' Kate runs t'open't. Figure jes' 'bout tumbles in, all covered'n snow. Don't see who't is 'til Kate cries, "Tess!"

Oh, bloody hell, this jes' keeps jumpin' up th'bloody awkward scale. Looks like Tess has th'same thought. Minute she gets th'snow off'n grabs a coffee, she looks't me, an'en looks't Kate real fast. "Afternoon, Syl," she says.

"Hiya Tess." I says. Feel like addin' I ain't gonna bloody rip yer clothes off 'n jam yer head 'tween m'thighs, so don't bloody look't me like I am. But I ( ... )

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