Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-05-16 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | errol partridge, winifred burkle |
Curiosity (Errol)
Fred felt a little more relaxed. She did her best to avoid the theater, hoping to keep from bumping into the second Eric or Erik or Erich...that name really wasn't her friend at the moment, even if she'd only met two in the City so far. She was curious, which was certainly her downfall; she knew curiosity did kill this particular Fred shaped kitty, and she had to work to keep from letting it do so again. She was curious about the dancing, yet she knew that she could find the truth some other way.
She hadn't any real direction for this particular jaunt. She had considered going to see Annie to show off the tablet she'd been allowed to keep, but the City didn't seem that interested in letting her. Then again, she wasn't trying too hard to get there. She held the tablet close to her, much like she had her clipboard before it. Now, she just walked along, smiling to herself.
Now if she could avoid the crazy. Maybe something a little more comforting?
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Errol's apartment was back where he'd left it, more or less, and the landlord took his long disappearance in stride. All of his belongings, few enough though they were, were inside when he opened the door. While Errol was a habitually neat person and not given to clutter, he noted that the few things that he remembered leaving out--a book on a table, his coat left over the back of a chair--were still there, as if he'd never left. He rested his hand on the black Cleric's coat for a moment before gathering it up and hanging it in his closet.
He stood aimlessly for a few minutes before deciding to go for a walk. He still couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea that he'd been gone for so long. Years, it seemed. Logically, it made sense. If the City was what Beauty said it was, and arriving as he had he didn't have much reason to doubt outlandish claims, there was no reason to believe that something as odd as being sent away and then returned could have happened. But he needed to see the City for himself. See what had changed. Cement it in his mind.
He left his apartment and turned down one of the City's streets with no destination in mind, keeping a brisk pace and looking at everything. If nothing else, he had always enjoyed the sights of the City.
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Fred hadn't been looking for anyone, but then someone she was fairly certain she recognized walked by and crossed the street. She blinked. This was how things happened; she knew it was, yet she had to follow. She settled into step behind him, wondering if it was really him. She hadn't gotten to know him awfully well, but she would be very glad if it was indeed him.
She followed a little while longer before giving in. She could do the whole trailing a suspect thing if she wanted; only she didn't really want to. She wanted to know if it was him.
"Errol?" She realized her voice might have been soft, and she tried again. "Errol!" She nearly winced as she yelled at some man that might not be him at all.