Doctor Noah Joseph Roberts (fatherandson) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-07-08 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-08 |
Who: Noah Roberts and Rowena Scott
Where: Pelurious Paws/Noah's Home
When: June 8th / 2009 - 2:30pm
Rating: Slight R, just to be safe
Noah sat at his desk in the parlor looking over papers. He had a stack of them sitting in front of him and they were slightly daunting. He'd managed to see a lot of patients in the last few days and that meant billing them. Unfortunately, Noah hated paperwork. He was the type of guy who had always despised going to the doctors because of the forms they made you fill out, he hated filling out applications when he'd been looking for jobs prior to becoming a veterinarian and he was definitely a guy that waited until the very last moment to file his taxes. Noah knew he needed to deal with all of this stuff soon, but the idea just made him cringe. He had sat down at ten this morning, having no patients booked for the day as he'd been out at the Peter's farm in the early AM helping him with a sick cow, and at the time he had no idea how long it'd take. So when he'd returned at nine, letting the sitter go home, he figured he'd get some paper work done.
However after sitting there for the past four and a half hours, he had three patients out of forty billed and he'd managed to fill up a whole page of paper with doodles. He looked over at the last six months of filing and came to the most rational decision he could make...He had to hire a receptionist.
Thinking that this was likely the very best solution (rather then just doing it himself) he wandered outside to collect the morning paper that he'd left, cup of rapidly cooling coffee in his hand. It had been a long time since he'd used classifieds. He could use a temp agency, but they usually charged an arm and a leg and with the recession he knew if he could hire somebody and pay them decently, he'd likely be able to find a lot of capable people to do the job. Sitting down on his front steps he opened the paper looking for the section that held the job postings. He'd need to figure out how to word it, he'd never hired somebody before. Taking a sip of his coffee, he made a face. It was colder then he'd realized. He placed his hand around the mug and without letting the fire spark he let his hand get extremely hot until the coffee inside the ceramic mug began to steam again. He brought the liquid to his lips and though it was near boiling in temperature, he took a long slug of it. He'd never been burned in his life, one good thing about being an Elemental.
His thoughts wandered though, to the day before when he'd phoned Rowena, hoping that she'd want to come out with him. Sunday had been a day where he'd had nothing to do and he was hoping to have Rowena over, perhaps for dinner but she'd not answered her phone all day and when he finally did get a hold of her her decline for dinner was rather abrupt. He wasn't sure what to make of it. The night when he'd told her he was a Fire Elemental was the last time that they'd spoken, and he wasn't entirely sure if she was okay with it or not. She had said she was, but perhaps she'd been lying. It made for Noah to be rather confused. And unhappy. The day after he'd told her he'd realized how big of a mistake it very well could have been and he'd lapsed. He was lucky though, there had been no overnight guests in his care, but he'd easily found a small furry critter that had been out behind their house... There was now a small pile of ash and a rather large burn mark in the grass where where the critter had frozen in fear when it had been surrounded in flames, and then had begun to burn, it's screams of pain echoed in Noah's brain, even now, two days later.
He was apathetic towards the animal's death, but he was annoyed at himself that he'd relied on his murderous crutch because of letting Rowena find out his secret. And now with her having turned him down it was making him more uncomfortable. Perhaps she was making it tougher like he'd told her to, but there was something different there, something that didn't quite fit. And it obviously all together it was bothering Noah, a lot. He sat looking across his lawn though, when he saw a familiar car turn the corner at the end of the block and he straightened, waiting to see if it stopped or kept right on going...