and if you have a minute why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know? WHO: elizabeth & sawyer WHERE: dirty randy's pawn shop WHEN: 3 july, afternoon WHAT: elizabeth is anxiously wandering around town and ends up visiting sawyer WARNINGS: none that i can think of!
As quiet as things had been around Marrowood lately, you would think that’d be a good time to get caught up on some much needed relaxation. It seemed as though a few people had been taking advantage of just that-- heading off to the bar to socialise, some of them talking about going to a party in the park, and a few of them just generally have a good time. Or, as good a time as one could have in a place like Marrowood at least.
Elizabeth was not one of those people. In fact, the relative peace they were experiencing only put her that much more on edge, and not to mention the appearance of Atlas. No matter what he said to her, no matter who he talked to, she knew it was him. It had to be him. There was no way that there was an Atlas existing in the same place as Jefferson and Emma.
Ever since he’d arrived, Elizabeth had wracked her brain trying to remember all the doors she saw behind. Day and night, she became nearly obsessed with it. She barely slept, spent all of her time at the library, and she drank coffee and took up chain-smoking. But as hard as she tried, she couldn’t remember a single instance of seeing through a doorway that led to the place Jefferson had described. It just wasn’t possible.
To say she was anxious was a fantastic understatement. She’d dodged Booker’s questioning gaze, and every single time he had opened his mouth she found a way to evade his concerns. It was cold, and it was crass, and it was unfair the way she was treating Booker. As much as she wanted to tell him what was on her mind, she knew that was not an option. It just wasn’t, because the last time someone had harmed her, he’d decided to handle it by smashing their head into a bird bath and drowning them. That was just how Booker DeWitt was wired.
She had left the library rather abruptly, having decided that it was well taken care of with Hermione there, and she figured the others who had said they wanted to work there would do just that. There the briefest pause before she left, as she considered telling Booker that she was going for a walk, but ultimately she brushed the thought aside. He might have wanted to go along with her, or at least followed her, and that was not something she wanted to deal with. No, Elizabeth needed to clear her mind.
Marrowood was such a strange place, both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. She had seen so many places in her life, even just as an observer, but nothing was quite like Marrowood. She didn’t imagine anything would ever be able to compare. As she walked down the streets, she found herself eyeing the people she passed, both the dead-eyed natives and the others that been brought here against their will. She passed Ouijawood Park and Crystal Lake, giving a curt nod to the crossbow guy she’d been acquainted with weeks before as she walked by. Elizabeth had no real destination, and she only stopped when she started to go by a relatively familiar sign.
After a brief deliberation, she decided to go to the building, her eyes taking in the relatively small establishment as she entered. She had never really even been in a place that accepted trades-- a pawn shop, she thought it was called-- and so it was a fairly new experience. She moved to the counter, to the expressionless being behind it, and cleared her throat lightly.
“Is Mr. Sawyer here?” she asked. There was no immediate response, and Elizabeth glanced around, pursing her lips before trying again. “Excuse me-- is Mr. Sawyer available?”
This time, the man gave her a broad, empty smile and she turned her head slightly. She kept her eyes on him for a moment, before letting out an exasperated sigh. Maybe it was a stupid idea to come here, and the thought caused her to turn back for the door.