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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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“No, I didn’t want to worry him. Especially since he had some pretty strange dreams last night. Last thing he needs is to hear about my facial hair.”
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And why not? Those two were a real close family. Cobb hoped Ezra was doing okay. Maybe he was just stressed about school. It happened to Merrin sometimes.
Then again, Merrin had nightmares about the slaughter of her family which was understandable. The event had brought them together though. Good things out of tragedy.
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And maybe talk about it some more if it’s still bothering him. Ben was a little worried about Ezra, but surely it’ll blow over in a few days? His brother hasn’t had nightmares that bothered him like this since he was little so it was weird.
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"What about you, Ben? Besides the beard you doin' alright?" He liked to look after the people he worked with. Cobb didn't run the paper. He wasn't even an editor or department manager but he still tried to make sure everyone in the office was okay.
He cared.
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“What about you? Merrin is getting all grown up now that she’s an intern. How do you feel about that?”
Ben knows that Cobb cares. But the thing is that he does too.
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Cobb had no idea what he'd do when Merrin moved out. It would happen eventually. He'd have free time and quiet in his place again and he would probably hate it. He'd miss her presence.
"Maybe I'll join a bowling league. It would be pretty funny." A blind man bowling. Definitely funny to Cobb.
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"Are you kidding? You joining a bowling league? Don't do that to them. You would wipe the floor with them." Ben's tone changing to a more jovial one as he's clearly amused by the idea of it.
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There it was. There's the fun guy Cobb worked with.
"That's what makes it fun. No point in playing a game I'm gonna lose." Vanth Family Monopoly nights were ruthless.