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revivalproject2021-05-04 12:39 pm
heypartner) wrote in revivalproject2021-05-04 12:39 pm
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WHO: Cobb Vanth & Others
WHERE: The newspaper offices
WHAT: General work day activities and banter.
WHEN: One day.
WARNINGS: Possible swears.
Every day, almost without fail, Cobb made it to the office at 8:30 am.
"Morning Charlie," he said to the security guard as he walked through the lobby, the sound of his cane echoing off the marble floors and slate ceilings. There were a few others around, judging by the echoing footsteps. The building was never quiet but it wasn't a madhouse just yet.
He could smell some fresh flowers and a vanilla chia latte with two shots of expresso as he passed the reception desk which told him who was manning the phones this early. "Morning Jo."
"Morning Mr. Vanth," answered the young African-American woman. He couldn't see her. He couldn't see anything but she had told him once when he commented on how it sounded like she had beads in her hair. She wore her hair in dreadlocks with beads. Cobb 'saw' the world through sound and sense most of the time.
"You're gonna call me Cobb one of these days," he teased playfully on his way to the elevators.
"Of course I will, Mr. Vanth," she replied dryly without looking his way.
He chuckled, cane still leading the way. When it bumped the wall for the elevator bank he reached his hand forward, running his fingers along it until it went from wood paneling to metal. A little swipe of his fingers and he found the buttons to call the elevator. Luckily, those buttons never changed. And this early there was no one offering to get the buttons for him either.
They meant well but he was perfectly capable of handling elevator buttons by himself.
The elevator pinged and he stepped in. Another search with his fingers reading the braille off to the side of the buttons he found the right floor, pushed, and then waited for the familiar sensation of the elevator moving. He went over a few story ideas in his head while the elevator went up. When it stopped and the door opened he stepped off.
He walked into the office, enveloped in familiar scents and sensations. He could walk around the desks here without needing his cane. The layout was imprinted into his mind. It blazed in his senses as well but he didn't rely on that when he was in a familiar place. He could go to his desk but he went to the little breakroom and made coffee first.
With his heightened sense of smell he could brew it without burning the grounds. Unlike some of the people in this newsroom who always, always burned it without fail whenever they made a pot.
With fresh coffee he made his way to his desk and settled in. Time to start the work day.
WHERE: The newspaper offices
WHAT: General work day activities and banter.
WHEN: One day.
WARNINGS: Possible swears.
Every day, almost without fail, Cobb made it to the office at 8:30 am.
"Morning Charlie," he said to the security guard as he walked through the lobby, the sound of his cane echoing off the marble floors and slate ceilings. There were a few others around, judging by the echoing footsteps. The building was never quiet but it wasn't a madhouse just yet.
He could smell some fresh flowers and a vanilla chia latte with two shots of expresso as he passed the reception desk which told him who was manning the phones this early. "Morning Jo."
"Morning Mr. Vanth," answered the young African-American woman. He couldn't see her. He couldn't see anything but she had told him once when he commented on how it sounded like she had beads in her hair. She wore her hair in dreadlocks with beads. Cobb 'saw' the world through sound and sense most of the time.
"You're gonna call me Cobb one of these days," he teased playfully on his way to the elevators.
"Of course I will, Mr. Vanth," she replied dryly without looking his way.
He chuckled, cane still leading the way. When it bumped the wall for the elevator bank he reached his hand forward, running his fingers along it until it went from wood paneling to metal. A little swipe of his fingers and he found the buttons to call the elevator. Luckily, those buttons never changed. And this early there was no one offering to get the buttons for him either.
They meant well but he was perfectly capable of handling elevator buttons by himself.
The elevator pinged and he stepped in. Another search with his fingers reading the braille off to the side of the buttons he found the right floor, pushed, and then waited for the familiar sensation of the elevator moving. He went over a few story ideas in his head while the elevator went up. When it stopped and the door opened he stepped off.
He walked into the office, enveloped in familiar scents and sensations. He could walk around the desks here without needing his cane. The layout was imprinted into his mind. It blazed in his senses as well but he didn't rely on that when he was in a familiar place. He could go to his desk but he went to the little breakroom and made coffee first.
With his heightened sense of smell he could brew it without burning the grounds. Unlike some of the people in this newsroom who always, always burned it without fail whenever they made a pot.
With fresh coffee he made his way to his desk and settled in. Time to start the work day.
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Very slowly she pushed some of her magic into the fabric and threads she could feel around her. Just in case she needed to defend herself or escape quickly.
"You believe me not in possession of my facilities?"
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They were almost to the hospital so hopefully she would stay settled while they're driving the last few blocks.
"Something is wrong, right?" Maybe keeping her talking would keep her calm. Cobb was hopeful some part of Lark remembered him as a friend.
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She needed answers, not being confined as was often done to those whose minds were not well.
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He wouldn't let anyone hurt Lark. "For a blind man, I can hit real hard with this cane."
Really, he's just here to help her find herself again. Whatever that took.
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The utter confidence in her voice was unavoidable and undeniable.