Liesel Hartwig // Hamlet (sinsremembered) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-15 17:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | guildenstern, hamlet |
Who: Liesel and Gilbert
What: A not-so-chance encounter, more something most people describe as stalking.
Where: A quaint little bookstore somewhere in Seattle.
When: Thursday afternoon.
Warnings: Not at all!
The glare of the sun bore down on her, making her hair glint and her eyes burn a little. She dressed casually, hair down, wearing a cream shift dress, ballet flats and a thick jacket to keep her safe from the chill. Not that there was much of a chill actually, but when you rarely left the house your whole grasp of temperature became a little off after a while. Liesel Hartwig could live with it. She would much prefer to be in her home, of course, but she had a job to do in this case. The woman had been sat alone in her apartment for a week. She couldn't fathom why she hadn't been able to bring herself to move, but she wasn't going to press the issue. This was the reason she lived alone.
It had been on impulse more than anything, a glance at the forums and a realisation that she recognised someone. There was an inkling, of course, that she knew more about the situation than she first dragged out, but she was in no mood to conduct a self-evaluation of another little blackout.
The woman was on her way to a book store. She had planned her journey well, down the street from Aubade, a left, a further left, keeping in the shade so as to prevent too much attention (there were still cameras everywhere) and to the one specific bookstore she had seen him walking into three times this week. And when 'see' is mentioned, consider it to be more 'watched intently'. This wasn't something she did often. But this also wasn't a common occurrence for her, to stalk her half siblings around Seattle. She would consider the slightly more dubious aspects to this later.
The bell rang as she stepped inside, taking in the smell of old novels. She would've been glad to see a family member shared her love of literature and philosophy had it not been for the circumstances. Now, she was disinterested. She waited.
He would appear, eventually. She knew it.