Evening at work.
May 28, 2017 9:22:27 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 9:22:27 GMT
Matilda was working the evening session at the library. Miskatonic Library was a 24 hour library but was unstaffed after 21:00, it was quiet as hardly anyone came in after 19:00, but someone needed to be there. Normally that was Matilda, the head librarian always assumed that because she was the youngest then she didn't mind. Of course she minded but she never said anything so here she was at the desk,drinking her cup of tea whilst a few student societies had their meetings. She saw the Student Astronomy society in one corner having their meeting whilst the Medical student society were having a heated discussion on what she heard was ethics within medicine. Maybe they believed the rumour mill about that man who claimed to reanimate bodies, even though it was later claimed to be a hoax.
She looked at her phone in the hope that he called her, not like he would ever do. Maybe she would need to take the lead on this and make the first move and contact Jeremy, keep it casual. Maybe ask if he wanted to go to the The Blue Ballroom or even the Black Dahlia Jazz Club. She gets her phone out ready to send a text but freezes at the last minute. Maybe later she thinks as she gets back to her work. She takes out the other card she picked up from her journal and she looked at the card for Claw Marks. That book shop Dickens owned, maybe she'd go down at some point. As she picks up some books ready to do the shelving.
The clock hit 21:00. Time to leave
She looked at her phone in the hope that he called her, not like he would ever do. Maybe she would need to take the lead on this and make the first move and contact Jeremy, keep it casual. Maybe ask if he wanted to go to the The Blue Ballroom or even the Black Dahlia Jazz Club. She gets her phone out ready to send a text but freezes at the last minute. Maybe later she thinks as she gets back to her work. She takes out the other card she picked up from her journal and she looked at the card for Claw Marks. That book shop Dickens owned, maybe she'd go down at some point. As she picks up some books ready to do the shelving.
The clock hit 21:00. Time to leave