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Week Twenty- Sunday
Who: Fisher and Ita
What: Stirring up memories from the ashes
Where: The Caf
When: Dinner
Rating: PG 13
Fisher couldn't finish the salisbury steak, despite its deliciousness. He was too busy ignoring people. Halcyon Halls was actually a lot less crowded than Fisher had anticipated, as far as ghosts were concerned. He had expected... well actually he hadn't know what to expect, but the lack of scary peoples was a nice break. It was so strange to be in a place where he was knowingly protected from harm. Right now, though, he couldn't finish his meal because someone (a dead someone) was bothering the crap out of him. He didn't feel like being a messenger boy, but he had promised the old guy who'd paid his tuition that he would work on his abilities, maybe learn to control them.
Sighing moodily, Fisher got up from his table and brought his tray to the dish chute. He was trying to subtly get a look at whoever he had to bring news to. She was a very pretty girl, younger than him, although her eyes held much experience. Well, that wasn't surprising, considering the circumstances. Her brilliant blonde hair was swept over her shoulder. She was chatting happily with a few people. Fisher was a little jealous how comfortable she looked with them. It wasn't fair what he was about to do, but it had to be done. Apparently.
He walked up behind her, trying to make some noise so she would hear him coming. He cleared his throat. "Um, are you Ita?" he asked, his voice on the borderline between nervous and inconvenienced. He waited for the girl to face him before adding,"Can I talk to you? Like... over there?" He gestured vaguely toward the door. He'd done this a few times- delivered messages- and no one ever took it well. No sense in making a scene in front of these people. He could at least give her that dignity.
What: Stirring up memories from the ashes
Where: The Caf
When: Dinner
Rating: PG 13
Fisher couldn't finish the salisbury steak, despite its deliciousness. He was too busy ignoring people. Halcyon Halls was actually a lot less crowded than Fisher had anticipated, as far as ghosts were concerned. He had expected... well actually he hadn't know what to expect, but the lack of scary peoples was a nice break. It was so strange to be in a place where he was knowingly protected from harm. Right now, though, he couldn't finish his meal because someone (a dead someone) was bothering the crap out of him. He didn't feel like being a messenger boy, but he had promised the old guy who'd paid his tuition that he would work on his abilities, maybe learn to control them.
Sighing moodily, Fisher got up from his table and brought his tray to the dish chute. He was trying to subtly get a look at whoever he had to bring news to. She was a very pretty girl, younger than him, although her eyes held much experience. Well, that wasn't surprising, considering the circumstances. Her brilliant blonde hair was swept over her shoulder. She was chatting happily with a few people. Fisher was a little jealous how comfortable she looked with them. It wasn't fair what he was about to do, but it had to be done. Apparently.
He walked up behind her, trying to make some noise so she would hear him coming. He cleared his throat. "Um, are you Ita?" he asked, his voice on the borderline between nervous and inconvenienced. He waited for the girl to face him before adding,"Can I talk to you? Like... over there?" He gestured vaguely toward the door. He'd done this a few times- delivered messages- and no one ever took it well. No sense in making a scene in front of these people. He could at least give her that dignity.