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~ Dark Winds ~
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~Main ~Cast ~Me
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Part 10-
“Nataniel!” Huh? Ah, yes. Agnes. Bringing me downstairs to the little café for the employees. She grabs my sleeve and proceeds to drag me in between the little round tables toward the back. There aren’t that many people present, and I immediately zero in on two young people sitting at yet another table, right next to the window. Well, it wasn’t that hard to find them, since they were the only ones without gray hair. Just kidding *grins*. “Hey guys, this is Nataniel. The new guy from the seventh floor.” “Hi.” Gahh, why did I have to sound so… so shy! Don’t you dare answer that! “Nat, this is Mark, and that’s Nathalia.” “Hey.” “Hello.” The girl looked at me strangely and moved her chair to make place for us. Agnes smirked and pushed me down on the sit next to her, so that I was surrounded by the two girls and facing the guy, err Mark. Four of us. One was missing. Yeah, she told me that before. But I couldn’t remember his name anymore. Before I could formulate a question about him that didn’t sound too suspicious to me, I was interrupted by Nathalia as she leaned on the table toward me. Ah, remember when I said the table were little? Well, her leaning over brought her rather very close to me, and I panicked even more when she smiled, winked, and said “Our names match, honey.” What the heck was I supposed to answer to that? “Don’t pay attention to her. Actually, to neither of them. Nathalia goes for anything that has two feet and a penis, while Agnes is hyper enough for ten people.” Well, Mark wasn’t that bad then. I smirked, while the girls scowled at him and playfully punched him on a shoulder each. “So, how long you’ve been working here?” “First day.” “Ha, I was wondering why I haven’t seen you before then.” “Yes, that would be because he never was here before, you silly girl.” Huff. “Ah shut up, you…you…silly boy.” After more questions and ridiculously hilarious comments, the break ended with me getting three new friends. Self appointed friends, but friends non the less. I had to smile at the sudden good luck that seemed to step into my life. Well, we’ll see what will become of this, but I left with a smile on my face. Until I realized that I hadn’t learned anything about the missing guy, or the stranger with the hat.
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I take away my earlier statement. You know, “nothing in the world could be as bad as putting charts together. Anything was bound to be better than this.” ? Had someone told me the same thing a few minutes ago, I would have had to drawl out a really long “Really?” As I came in today, the boss smiled and beckoned me over. Uh, what’s up? As it turned out, one of the scientist was beginning a new project and needed someone as an assistant to feed his cell culture. She asked me if I wanted to do that. Did I? I said yes. It would give me some experience in that kind of thing at least, if nothing else. I mean, there can’t be anything worse than sitting behind a desk all the time and stapling things together, right? Right? Err, well no. Wrong. I still had the old office job. In addition to that, I had to go down into the basement lab to change the fluid the cells lived in every twelve hours. That meant every morning and evening. 8 am, 8 pm. To have time before classes started. Fuck. I didn’t like waking up in the morning. Sigh. But I needed every job I could get. I couldn’t afford to be picky, especially with one that paid as good as this one did. So I just shut up, came to work right before class and in the evening again, and tried not to fall behind in my homework.
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Not a glimpse. Six days I’ve been working in this dump, and I haven’t seen him yet. I think I’m gonna cry. And I think I need more coco. I’m a dumbass. And I’m slighting my work, which I definitely shouldn’t be doing. Yeah, it is often times boring, but as I said so many times before, it pays well, plus the boss is fair, and the atmosphere is relaxed. Right now, it’s very relaxed, hence the desperate need for hot chocolate. You will understand after working in an underground lab for seven hours straight –it’s Saturday today, hence no classes, and hence the extra hours spent at work-. Alone. But wait, that’s not all. Under the lab, there is a turbine. Right under the table I’m working at. The whole room hums constantly. After a while, I kind of forget about it, until a weird, and loud noise breaks the relative peace and scares the shit out of me. I swear, one of these days, the floor is gonna cave in and dump me down there. I mean, it’s …heck I don’t even know what time it is. There are no windows, my ears are ringing, and I’m yawning as if there was no tomorrow. And, wonder of wonders, the cell culture I’ve been feeding simply died. The work I’ve been doing for almost a whole week now has gone down the drain. Literally. I’ve just cleaned it up, watching as the pinkish red feeding medium swirled down the sink. Sigh. I’ll have to report that to the guy overseeing this experiment. Not a walk in the park. … But he’s understanding. He knows science is more mistakes and good luck than anything else really. Right? He was the one who told me that. So…yeah… I’ll have to start again. But since everyone is gone already, and I still have a little time before I’m supposed to punch my card out, I simply sit down and try to concentrate on the book I’m supposed to finish for one of my classes. But my thoughts turn invariably to him. And I start to wonder if I really saw that tag on his chest that first day. Perhaps I was simply imagining it. But no. I’m sure he really had one. Just like mine, pined above my heart. Perhaps he was fired? … Fuck. Why would he be walking out of the building with his tag on then? He shouldn’t right? Please tell me I’m right? Sigh. I’m hopeless. Did I tell you that? No way am I going to concentrate on my book now. Gahh!! Perhaps I should strangle the guy for making me loose so much of my time. It’s not fair! I can’t keep on living like this! Sigh. So no mysterious beauty making an appearance. Blah. I’ve never been lucky. And the little luck that sometimes did show up never lasted very long. *sigh*. ~*~*~ |