Dec 11, 2006 04:04
*Andrew's sitting in a booth, a half-finished plate of meatball-and-mozzarella Hot Pockets at his elbow.*
*He's ignoring them for the moment in favor of chewing on the end of his pen, and studying the half-finished list he's working on.*
andrew wells,
cooper,
kira clemens
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"You know about, er... the strange stuff, yeah?"
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Cooper. Hi. Uh, the Weird Scary Time kind of stuff? Yeah. Why?
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He scratches behind one ear.
"And shambling. And, er, diving onto people like Christmas dinner."
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You're talking about zombies?
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There is a girl here in a patchwork poncho with books in front of her.
There is a girl here with a stack of hardback volumes sitting in front of her, and a notebook. She's balancing a very thick copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide on her head.
. . . Kira is an art student. She has not needed to get together the concentration required for an effort like this in some time. And she's now yelping and diving to catch it. It is a borrowed book, and she remembers Jill's last lecture on so much as dog-earing a page.
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*Andrew is too late to catch the book, sadly.*
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"Whew! Thanks. It's borrowed."
If it were her copy, well. . . she could get lost in the index alone, but not at all in the happy sense. It would have gone out a window a long time ago.
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*It's amazing how he can go from apology to startled question in midbreath.*
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