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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 1, 2011 22:14:13 GMT -5
The canine could feel eyes on him as he walked towards the counter. People were staring. At him. And the girl. He had to admit that he was odd now, but really? He choked back the thoughts of terror as the milk was propped on the counter and he dished out the coins for it.
He turned to see the girl's best smile. If anyone else had been wearing that look he would have felt comfort, however, that was not the case. A small part of Wyatt wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, thankfully he was capable of ignoring that part of himself.
Then Milena "asked" him to come home with her.
The man behind the counter made a sound of mild amusement as he bagged the bottle for Wyatt. The pug mix swallowed hard as he tried to think straight. He was not going to go to a strange young girl's house. She could honestly be a serial killer who started young.
"As much as I would love to go home with you, I'm afraid I can't. I need to go to my office at work." That was a good enough lie to cover up his terror, right? And if he went there he could just hang out with the late night shift until the girl got bored of him. "You could come with me if you like."
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Post by Bee on Jul 2, 2011 0:42:13 GMT -5
For a moment she was wretched with disappointment at Mr. Wyatt's noncompliance, but she was a smart girl and an instant later a new plan began to form in her mind, better than even the one she had had before. What appeared to be a setback was actually a very good opportunity. At the very least, she could come out of this knowing where he worked, and with this information in hand she could come visit one day, perhaps the very day after he forgot about her, and when he remembered her they would have a beautiful reunion. She would agree to supply the laughter if he supplied the tears.
Also her father was a detective; it would not be difficult to discover where he lived. She had a mind for long-term planning.
And short-term planning.
And planning of decidedly middling length.
Planning was also something that belonged to Milena.
"Milena will continue to protect you as you make this journey," she said, agreeably. "She would like to see what frightmuffin does for a living. She has a hunch that it is not an exciting thing, is this a hypothesis which is accurate?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 4, 2011 21:52:57 GMT -5
The canine slipped the bag around his neck so the milk would be somewhat safe and he could chat with the bizarre girl. He started to move, at least he could get where he was going while talking.
"I wouldn't exactly consider my job boring," He began with his ears pressed against his head rather tightly. "I actually work at an insane asylum. It's the sort of work that keeps me on my toes. I don't deal with the more violent people committed, but I still have to deal with some rather insane people."
It wasn't exactly something he wanted to announce to the world, but maybe it would be enough to make Milena leave him alone? Probably not, it was a pretty hopeless situation. She was far from normal, and only a normal person would be phased by such information and even then some people would be curious.
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Post by Bee on Jul 7, 2011 0:30:02 GMT -5
Milena gave him a look of wide-eyed curiosity as she walked along beside him. She was quite delighted by this revelation actually; this was much more interesting than if he were something prosaic like a secretary. It opened so very many more doors. He had even managed to surprise her a little bit, which was a strange sensation, like bugs crawling all over her. It was not entirely unpleasant though; she liked the bugs.
She could imagine it, really, the job fraying slowly at his nerves. He seemed to have such a tenuous mental constitution anyway. She would be so happy to be there with him, to help along the slow decay, and spring when the time was right. She was getting so many plans she did not know how she was possibly going to implement them all.
"Mr. Wyatt has the best friends," she concluded, even if his friends weren't the most interesting ones. "Milena is excited to see them. She has met an insane person before. He made very good conversation with Milena before he stabbed his friend. Do you have stabbings often?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 8, 2011 0:33:48 GMT -5
The canine's ears twitched as he listened to the Milena. For a brief moment his eyes widened at the comment about stabbing. Maybe that was one of the reasons why the girl was so utterly bizarre? Maybe some people were just born strange.
"Actually, I got the job because of a stabbing of an orderly, but I've been assured that was a freak accident and such things don't happen often," He pause. to shake his head, the bag around his neck rustling loudly. "Then a doctor got stabbed with a fountain pen yesterday. So I think stabbings happen with the more violent fairly often, draw your own conclusion though... and if anyone asks don't let them know I told you."
Not like anyone would ask. The girls at the front desk would probably fawn over someone like her.
The walk to the Asylum was a short one. The building wasn't anything that stood out, it was well taken care of, and seemed to be a little more upscale than the rest of the area. Of course that illusion was dispelled when someone read the neatly painted sign.
Wyatt unlocked the door, and opened it for Milena, motioning for her to go first. "Don't go too far without me, the head night nurse might throw a fit."
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Post by Bee on Jul 14, 2011 13:33:44 GMT -5
This place was lacking in several key areas even if stabbings occurred much more frequently than her new friend was apparently willing to give credit for. The atmosphere was in desperate need of improvement for one thing--there was clearly less peeling wallpaper than was required; hardly any bloodstains that she could see at all; and absolutely no wayward patients crawling down the halls and moaning wretchedly as they dug their bleeding fingers into the threadbare carpet, in search of a shank or dropped morsels of food. Milena was certain that a few unlocked doors would solve most of this problem but it was distressing nevertheless.
"It is offensive in Milena's sight," she said, with quiet outrage. She needed to find some keys. She looked at Mr. Wyatt. His office was probably full of keys. If not, this "head night nurse" person seemed promising. "Where is the office of Mr. Wyatt? Milena will help him with his business."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 25, 2011 15:58:26 GMT -5
The canine's brow rose entirely with surprise from the young girl's reaction. Was she up to something? That was perfectly possible considering how "off" she was. Oh suits, what had he gotten himself into?
"It's a bit past the front desk," He said after a brief moment of contemplation. The pug mix led the way down the hall, of course there weren't many places to go, the building was set up so a visitor or employee had to check in with the front desk first. There was a young Torquehelm bird sitting in the chair behind the desk. She seemed to be doing some paper work before she noticed the two Selkies.
"Didn't expect to see you tonight Wyatt!" she chirped. "Who's your friend?"
Wyatt looked vaguely uncomfortable as he seemed to try to come up with a valid reason for returning to work. Why was Mabel the only one at the desk? Why couldn't someone useful be there? "I forgot something in my office, and I needed to check with the night nurse to see if I could pick up a few more hours. This is Milena."
"Nice to meet you!" the woman said as she fumbled about for a visitors tag.
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