CHAPTER 2 - The Meeting
Oct 14, 2012 22:11:05 GMT -5
Post by teezoen on Oct 14, 2012 22:11:05 GMT -5
ALDER HEATH
This is narration
This is spoken word
This is thought
This is spoken word
This is thought
It had been only a day and a half since my walk and chat with Karen, but even then, I hadn't expected it to be in the forefront of my mind for that long. I've had many other things to think about- making money at the warehouse, trying to work in a little school here and there, keeping the garden in order, helping around the house... not to mention the prescribed viewings of the Games when I'm not busy with all of that. All of which made me busy enough that it would be understandable if I pushed the conversation into the back of my mind, and focused on "more important things".
But the thing was, I hadn't really been able to focus on anything else.
And it wasn't like I had a crush on her. I knew what that felt like. This was different. I wasn't focused on HER so much as how I felt when we were talking. And I remember that we could almost see into each other, know what the other was thinking without even a moment's notice. I had never been good speaking to others, at least, not by my own opinion, but with her, I hadn't had to. It had felt... liberating. Like we had a kind of fellowship I'd never felt before. Even my father and I weren't this close.
But of course, I wasn't with her right now. Right now, I was folding up large wool coats and stuffing them in precise numbers into boxes, then taping them up and loading them onto a cart. The task was not exactly something that required a great deal of thought, or concentration, and so my mind was focused on something else entirely. Karen... and our conversation.
My little daydream was shattered by a call from the Overseer, who waved me over impatiently. I shoved the box I'd been working on up against the wall, and walked through the din of the warehouse around me towards him. He was a younger man, from where I know not, but he was angular, sharp, and grim looking. Very serious type. You didn't really want to deal with him unless you had to.
So when he told me to go get a few specialty shipments and bring them in, I was all over it. It got me away from him, and out of the warehouse. I walked through the large hallways that connected different parts of the complex, headed towards the specialty department. Usually, really high price stuff was done in there, and needed to be packaged very carefully. Apparently, I was just the man for the job.
Opening the door, I saw the ghastly outfits, and grimaced a little before looking them over. Checking to see where the creases would be best to put. Seeing how they'd fit into a shipping container. Which went with which... but I still couldn't get my mind off of her.
But the thing was, I hadn't really been able to focus on anything else.
And it wasn't like I had a crush on her. I knew what that felt like. This was different. I wasn't focused on HER so much as how I felt when we were talking. And I remember that we could almost see into each other, know what the other was thinking without even a moment's notice. I had never been good speaking to others, at least, not by my own opinion, but with her, I hadn't had to. It had felt... liberating. Like we had a kind of fellowship I'd never felt before. Even my father and I weren't this close.
But of course, I wasn't with her right now. Right now, I was folding up large wool coats and stuffing them in precise numbers into boxes, then taping them up and loading them onto a cart. The task was not exactly something that required a great deal of thought, or concentration, and so my mind was focused on something else entirely. Karen... and our conversation.
My little daydream was shattered by a call from the Overseer, who waved me over impatiently. I shoved the box I'd been working on up against the wall, and walked through the din of the warehouse around me towards him. He was a younger man, from where I know not, but he was angular, sharp, and grim looking. Very serious type. You didn't really want to deal with him unless you had to.
So when he told me to go get a few specialty shipments and bring them in, I was all over it. It got me away from him, and out of the warehouse. I walked through the large hallways that connected different parts of the complex, headed towards the specialty department. Usually, really high price stuff was done in there, and needed to be packaged very carefully. Apparently, I was just the man for the job.
Opening the door, I saw the ghastly outfits, and grimaced a little before looking them over. Checking to see where the creases would be best to put. Seeing how they'd fit into a shipping container. Which went with which... but I still couldn't get my mind off of her.