Remy Bridges (remy_bridges) wrote in astor_ridge, @ 2011-01-03 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | lei, lei and remy, remy |
Who Lei Campbell and Remy Bridges
What ASL lesson
When Late Tuesday afternoon, January 4
Where Astor Ridge lobby
Status G, likely // In progress
2011 was more resembling the monsoon period in some faraway country than American winter, so far. The torrential rain had been falling since January first and showed no sign of stopping - except for brief moments not an then, when the sky remained gloomy and grey - even four days in. Remy was still glad it was rain and not snow, knowing such an amount of snow would mean very limited time to rest for him and the other maintenance staff. In all honesty, he was a busy man already, as tenants would stop him in the hall to complain about the crappy internet and cable connections that had come with the rain, and he could only tell them there wasn't too much he could do that hadn't already been done. They could only fix the in-building connections, the outer ones was not in their control. Remy did however understand and to an extent agree with the complaints, even though he was quite satisfied with relaxing with a book and a cup of hot chocolate. Working electricity was a good thing though.
There were of course things you could do that didn't depend on electricity - like learning sign language, for instance. This was Remy's intention this afternoon and he was seated in front of one of the fireplaces in the lobby, two cups of coffee on the small table in front on him. One for him and one for Lei, whom he was waiting for. Even though it hadn't been his idea originally that he learn to talk with his hands, he'd happily agreed to try when Lei had suggested it. He'd never given it thought, but the fact that his British accent would make it hard for her to properly understand him when lip reading did make sense. Besides, sign language was a good thing to know, in general.
The warmth radiating from the fireplace was very pleasant for someone who'd spent most of the day trying to fix faulty heaters in no less than four twelfth-floor apartment and a drafty window up on the twentieth. Remy sat with his elbow resting on the back of the armchair he was in, head resting in his hand as he stared into the fireplace, thinking of nothing in particular. It was nice to clear your head sometimes.