nathan bradley. (doubleface) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-12-01 16:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-charity burbage, x-nathan bradley |
WHO Nathan Bradley & OPEN
WHERE & WHEN Smuggled, backdated to yesterday afternoon.
WHAT Talking Muggle stuff and hanging out.
RATING Low.
Nathan had liked his previous employment as an accountant for two main reasons: One, his hot coworkers, one of whom was now his girlfriend, and two, he liked numbers. His real love with numbers was a little more based in the sciences than banking, but still. Now that he worked in Smuggled, however, he was finding plenty of things to tinker with and experiment on.
He had a mad idea of creating a phone network for the village, but he didn't actually know how a network such as that worked. He only knew how to use it and somewhat manipulate it once it had been established. Still, with all the time he had on his hands now, it was worth a try to at least see what sorts of things were now possible.
And while the rest of the village was mourning people who had come and gone, Nathan was busy doing something a little more relevant to his personal interests. He didn't begrudge anyone being upset, but beyond saying "I'm sorry for your loss," he didn't really know of anything to say or do about it. And you could only say that phrase so many times before it lost its meaning. No, he'd rather just work on his rudimentary experiments. He'd spend some time with Daphne tonight after his shift, but he didn't want to hound her. And besides, this gave him time to think of something to do to cheer her up.
When the little bell above the door jingled and someone walked in, "Afternoon," he greeted from where he was sat at his desk with his feet propped up on top.