Flint (pollux_flint) wrote in oblivion_rp, @ 2010-02-11 02:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-12-27, flint, lizzy |
Who: Lizzy and Flint
When: around 3PM, December 27th 2009
Where: starting at Cyamites, D Deck
Flint's well-intentioned afternoon walk had almost immediately brought him to Cyamites. He'd thought about finding the library. Yet as soon as he ducked his head into the coffee bar, he knew this was as good a place as any to spend some time. He'd promised his colleagues he wouldn't hide himself away in his stateroom. He'd never said anything about finding other hiding places.
The hospitable, strong aroma of coffee beckoned him in; the warm atmosphere and comfortable furniture made him stay. With a hot beverage and tucked into an unoccupied corner, he wiled away a couple of hours doing not much of anything at all. He had his headphones on and plugged into his iPhone, listening to music. The headphones were as good a conversation deterrent as anything.
Flint brought his journal, thinking he'd attempt another entry... but he all he did was reread the inscription several times and mentally scowl. No actual writing got done, though he'd dutifully opened it. After doodling idly on the corner of a page, Flint shrugged and gave up. He shoved the playing card bookmark back into place and shoved the brown leather-bound book away from him.
For the rest of his time in Cyamites, he stared off into space, thinking. His face was bland and gave no hint of the anxiety he felt whenever someone chose a table close by and very few people did. From a distance, he observed the people that passed. He listened to his music and was generally content.
As 3PM rolled around, the psychology professor got tired of people-watching and decided to walk elsewhere. Maybe it was the predominantly brown decor that made him not see it -- or, just as likely, it was his unconscious unwillingness to have the thing around -- but when Flint stood he remembered to pick up the blazer he'd been wearing over his white button-down shirt... and he completely forgot his journal. The book remained on the table as he slowly limped away.