RP: Brownies and talk and apologies
Date: February 23, 2011
Characters: Elliot Winters, Carrie Harper
Location: Jones Bakery
Status: Semi-public
Summary: Elliot goes to the bakery.
Completion: Complete
Elliot had finally gotten a call late last night with the news that he would be staying in Dallas-Fort Worth for at least six months. He’d had to get a few strings pulled for it, but his connection also thought he had the perfect thing to get for him after that-the local base housed Naval and Air Force Reserves, but with Elliot’s experience he thought a training position might fit perfectly for awhile at least. Of course, this was always subject to sudden change, but Elliot was feeling vaguely optimistic about it all
That meant he could officially start looking for a place to live, invest in a vehicle (because he’d sold the last one after he deployed over two years ago), and move everything from storage back home (a tentative term used mostly because his sister lived there and he had been planning on staying there before this came up) to here. His books, music, everything. Though apparently a new computer would probably be required, as he doubted his was up to anything anymore.
So he hadn’t slept as much as he should last night, for his mind turning things over and over thinking. He kept coming back to his initial meeting with Fisher at the bakery. It really troubled him, how that had gone. The over the top protectiveness his brother’s friends had shown, when he was supposed to be the one doing the protecting. It troubled him deeply to be viewed as the bad guy.
So today, after a casual meeting, a few errands, and the buying of a paper so he could apartment hunt later, he decided to go by the bakery. It wasn’t quite time for him to eat lunch, but he could definitely stand for a snack. If anything, he wanted to simply reiterate his apologies to the understanding Miss Harper for any misunderstandings that day. And maybe ask her about how Fisher was doing here, independent of his brother’s input.
He entered the store, looking around. He didn’t need the jacket he’d brought, so it was still in the car, leaving him in his older black T-shirt with its very faded United Federation of planets emblem and jeans, a neat presentation despite its simplicity. His tags were tucked down the shirt as always.
Characters: Elliot Winters, Carrie Harper
Location: Jones Bakery
Status: Semi-public
Summary: Elliot goes to the bakery.
Completion: Complete
Elliot had finally gotten a call late last night with the news that he would be staying in Dallas-Fort Worth for at least six months. He’d had to get a few strings pulled for it, but his connection also thought he had the perfect thing to get for him after that-the local base housed Naval and Air Force Reserves, but with Elliot’s experience he thought a training position might fit perfectly for awhile at least. Of course, this was always subject to sudden change, but Elliot was feeling vaguely optimistic about it all
That meant he could officially start looking for a place to live, invest in a vehicle (because he’d sold the last one after he deployed over two years ago), and move everything from storage back home (a tentative term used mostly because his sister lived there and he had been planning on staying there before this came up) to here. His books, music, everything. Though apparently a new computer would probably be required, as he doubted his was up to anything anymore.
So he hadn’t slept as much as he should last night, for his mind turning things over and over thinking. He kept coming back to his initial meeting with Fisher at the bakery. It really troubled him, how that had gone. The over the top protectiveness his brother’s friends had shown, when he was supposed to be the one doing the protecting. It troubled him deeply to be viewed as the bad guy.
So today, after a casual meeting, a few errands, and the buying of a paper so he could apartment hunt later, he decided to go by the bakery. It wasn’t quite time for him to eat lunch, but he could definitely stand for a snack. If anything, he wanted to simply reiterate his apologies to the understanding Miss Harper for any misunderstandings that day. And maybe ask her about how Fisher was doing here, independent of his brother’s input.
He entered the store, looking around. He didn’t need the jacket he’d brought, so it was still in the car, leaving him in his older black T-shirt with its very faded United Federation of planets emblem and jeans, a neat presentation despite its simplicity. His tags were tucked down the shirt as always.
