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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 22:57:28 GMT
Same with her. Her computer friends told her where to go and helped her with some basic things but when it came to the work, it was all her. "Do you get lonely working by yourself?" she asked, spinning in a circle. She wasn't really lonely while working. But afterwards...That could be tough.
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 25, 2013 23:00:17 GMT
"Not really. I don't mind having the office all to myself." he sipped his coffee again.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 25, 2013 23:04:49 GMT
"That's good!" She spun faster, shaking the cup in her hand. The liquid was far enough down by now that it didn't spill. She was a fast drinker. "Sometimes I do wonder what it would be like to work with other people, though. I wonder if it would be nice. But then maybe I'd hate the people I was forced to work with and they'd drive me crazy."
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 26, 2013 19:20:33 GMT
"Tried working with another guy. It, uh..." John paused, remembering the somewhat horrible fate Chaz Kramer had met with. "It didn't really work out."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 27, 2013 1:12:07 GMT
"You didn't get along with him, he quit, or he died? Which was it?" she asked curiously, unaware of how rude her question would likely appear.
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 27, 2013 14:06:31 GMT
"It was a long time ago." John said, wishing not to linger on the conversation.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 27, 2013 19:35:29 GMT
"It sounds like you miss him," she said, spinning faster. "Or maybe not miss him specifically but miss working with someone. Usually if people don't want to talk about something it means they're sad or dissatisfied."
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 27, 2013 21:34:37 GMT
"I came to do a job, not for therapy." John grumbled. "Sorry."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 28, 2013 17:47:23 GMT
"I wouldn't know anything about therapy! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you!" The word therapy certainly upset her. Her uncle had tried to make her go to therapy on a number of occasions but therapy was dreadful and stupid. People just kept asking her was wrong. Wasn't it obvious? Her parents had been murdered. They knew that! And just...She didn't like the way they looked at her, the way they spoke to her, like she wasn't a person but a problem to be solved.
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 28, 2013 20:39:42 GMT
John said nothing. Instead, he kept looking. "Nothing on this end."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 29, 2013 0:41:41 GMT
Alice stopped spinning long enough to double check matters on her end. "Nothing that I can see," she said in a singsong voice. She resumed spinning and tried to drown out all thoughts of therapy. Therapy. A sickening and disgusting word. Therapy...A place where people tried to tell you how you should feel, how you should think. Who you should be. Alice had given them nothing to work with. Not a single word. They'd twist whatever she said anyway.
She sighed. "I'm really sorry. But not much typically happens during the daytime. Until night falls...I don't know if anything interesting will happen."
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 29, 2013 20:37:53 GMT
"It's not your fault." John said, not betraying a hint of emotion.
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 30, 2013 0:17:14 GMT
"Um...Is there anything you want me to do?" she asked nervously. She felt like she'd upset him somehow. He had mentioned therapy after all. No happy person used that word. But she couldn't figure for the life of her what she'd done to distress him.
"Um...Mr. Constantine..." she started hesitantly. "Um...I think maybe...I think...It's possible I've offended you and if so I'm really sorry! I um...How can I fix it?" she asked helplessly.
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 30, 2013 22:05:49 GMT
"Well, for starters, I could use another coffee." John said, his mood lightening considerably, which was difficult when one was John Constantine. "Though I won't say no to anything stronger, if you have it."
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Post by Alice Challen on Aug 31, 2013 0:02:23 GMT
Alice beamed. "I'll make you another coffee!" she promised. "And um...stronger stuff...I do have some. I thought that maybe one day I'd have company!" she said excitedly. "I thought that maybe I was being a little overly optimistic but you're here! So what type of stronger stuff do you like?" She had bought an assortment, dreaming of the day she'd have a friend over.
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