Sascha Connolly, Ph.D. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bohemiarhapsody) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-08-29 19:58:00 |
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Thursday: February 7, 2008
Who: Sascha and Logan
When: Mid-morning
Where: The library
What: Someone's having a change of heart (and possibly employment)
Sascha had been discharged from the Medical Pavilion nearly three days ago, but he was still trying to readjust. The encounter with Danté seemed to have knocked a few screws loose in his head- figuratively speaking, of course, although he had a nice shiner over his left eye to show for it as well- and no matter what he did, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was...off. Wrong. Not quite right.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that seemed so off, but he was beginning to think that maybe it was just him. Maybe he was all wrong. And this place, this job, was really starting to grate on his nerves. He paused for a moment in his mental wangst-ing to shoot a rubber band at Rowan, smirking victoriously as it hit its target smack dab between the elf's shoulder blades. Rowan turned around to glare and gesture rudely at Sascha, and the telepath couldn't help but chuckle. He had taught his elven friend everything he knew about library hijinks and flashed middle fingers, after all.
His amusement was only temporary, though, and within minutes Sascha was back to shelving books and sulking. Sure, he loved books, and he loved being around people, too, but this was almost like torture. He was one of those people who was just born to talk- a lot- and the library was a horrible setting for that particular activity. He wanted to interact with people, to show them just what it was about the books he loved that made him love them, to...to...
He didn't quite get to finish his thought because at just that moment, someone who hadn't noticed him crouched on the floor in front of adult fiction, bookcase 'G' tripped right over him and knocked the both of them to the floor. Brilliant.
Who: Sascha and Logan
When: Mid-morning
Where: The library
What: Someone's having a change of heart (and possibly employment)
Sascha had been discharged from the Medical Pavilion nearly three days ago, but he was still trying to readjust. The encounter with Danté seemed to have knocked a few screws loose in his head- figuratively speaking, of course, although he had a nice shiner over his left eye to show for it as well- and no matter what he did, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was...off. Wrong. Not quite right.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that seemed so off, but he was beginning to think that maybe it was just him. Maybe he was all wrong. And this place, this job, was really starting to grate on his nerves. He paused for a moment in his mental wangst-ing to shoot a rubber band at Rowan, smirking victoriously as it hit its target smack dab between the elf's shoulder blades. Rowan turned around to glare and gesture rudely at Sascha, and the telepath couldn't help but chuckle. He had taught his elven friend everything he knew about library hijinks and flashed middle fingers, after all.
His amusement was only temporary, though, and within minutes Sascha was back to shelving books and sulking. Sure, he loved books, and he loved being around people, too, but this was almost like torture. He was one of those people who was just born to talk- a lot- and the library was a horrible setting for that particular activity. He wanted to interact with people, to show them just what it was about the books he loved that made him love them, to...to...
He didn't quite get to finish his thought because at just that moment, someone who hadn't noticed him crouched on the floor in front of adult fiction, bookcase 'G' tripped right over him and knocked the both of them to the floor. Brilliant.