Johanna Brauers (
johannabrauers) wrote2014-06-28 05:18 pm
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There's no internet in the house.
Johanna still hasn't unpacked yet, her car full of the boxes and laundry baskets and suitcases she'd thrown her things into before hitting the road, but she figured that out quickly enough. It's kind of a priority, after all. Getting settled can wait. She thinks it's going to be a long time before this place feels like home, anyway, a house that should be far too large for one person to inhabit by themselves, that she's still not quite sure how she came into possession of. Technically speaking, on paper, sure, it all makes sense. Some old great-aunt died and left her everything. But she'd never so much as heard of the woman before getting a message from her lawyer, let alone met her, and now, suddenly, it's like she's meant to pick up where some stranger left off, stepping into the remnants of a life she doesn't know the first thing about. A small part of her had hoped that she might immediately sense some connection, like finding something that she'd been missing, but she mostly just felt out of place, as if she were an intruder on the property that she has to keep reminding herself belongs to her now.
Of course, it doesn't help that it doesn't seem like anything that would be hers. It's clear that nothing's been done to the place in a long, long time, much of the house in disrepair, and far from organized. Estella must have been some kind of pack rat, with all she held onto. An animal lover, too, based on the five cats that took her by surprise, that she doesn't have the first idea what to do with. And then there's the internet problem. It isn't even a lack of router, something she could fix easily. She's not sure the house is wired for it at all, and if she's going to live here, she refuses to be completely disconnected.
Later, she'll have to call and see about getting that changed. For now, though, she's got her laptop in a messenger bag over her shoulder, heading down the sidewalk. If she's going to live here now, she might as well try to get the lay of the land. Wandering aimlessly only does a person so much good, though, and eventually, at a corner, she stops the first person she sees. "Hi, excuse me," she says, "do you know if there's anywhere around here with free wifi?"
Johanna still hasn't unpacked yet, her car full of the boxes and laundry baskets and suitcases she'd thrown her things into before hitting the road, but she figured that out quickly enough. It's kind of a priority, after all. Getting settled can wait. She thinks it's going to be a long time before this place feels like home, anyway, a house that should be far too large for one person to inhabit by themselves, that she's still not quite sure how she came into possession of. Technically speaking, on paper, sure, it all makes sense. Some old great-aunt died and left her everything. But she'd never so much as heard of the woman before getting a message from her lawyer, let alone met her, and now, suddenly, it's like she's meant to pick up where some stranger left off, stepping into the remnants of a life she doesn't know the first thing about. A small part of her had hoped that she might immediately sense some connection, like finding something that she'd been missing, but she mostly just felt out of place, as if she were an intruder on the property that she has to keep reminding herself belongs to her now.
Of course, it doesn't help that it doesn't seem like anything that would be hers. It's clear that nothing's been done to the place in a long, long time, much of the house in disrepair, and far from organized. Estella must have been some kind of pack rat, with all she held onto. An animal lover, too, based on the five cats that took her by surprise, that she doesn't have the first idea what to do with. And then there's the internet problem. It isn't even a lack of router, something she could fix easily. She's not sure the house is wired for it at all, and if she's going to live here, she refuses to be completely disconnected.
Later, she'll have to call and see about getting that changed. For now, though, she's got her laptop in a messenger bag over her shoulder, heading down the sidewalk. If she's going to live here now, she might as well try to get the lay of the land. Wandering aimlessly only does a person so much good, though, and eventually, at a corner, she stops the first person she sees. "Hi, excuse me," she says, "do you know if there's anywhere around here with free wifi?"
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The woman looks as new as Daisy still feels, bookbag over her shoulder and a look of confusion on her face. Daisy finds herself intrigued, wondering what brought her to Siren Cove in the first place.
"I can show you, if you like?"
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Not in the mood to head back home just yet, she's wondering where she might head next as she exits the park and crosses the street. Her car is parked in a nearby lot but she decides to start walking in the opposite direction. The festival can't be the only thing happening in town today. Given that she isn't headed anywhere in particular, and is in no hurry, she doesn't mind being stopped as she approaches a corner, even if it is by a complete stranger.
"Um, sure, let's see," she says, scratching her head as she thinks. "There's Quill, if you're alright with the whole coffee shop environment. Or the public library, if you prefer the quiet."
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"I'm headed there now, if you need a guide."
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"First day back and I doubt I'll be of much use with re-shelving so it only seems right to show you the way." The truth is, he'd asked to come back simply because he'd known he can't keep Joel from actually focusing on running his own store for much longer and besides that, the library has always been a place of refuge for him. Now that the safety of his own has been comprised, he'll take the alternative.
He takes a few steps in the right direction, nodding for her to follow. "It's this way. I was going to stop at the Cove Cafe on the way, if you don't mind."
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Still, she can't just shove past someone who's obviously bothered enough to stop random strangers.
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But as she brought her hand down, she jostled her purse and she remembered, "Oh, but I've got thins thing." She opened the large bag and started rummaging around. "It's one of those cell-phone hot-spots, it's got great wifi so long as it has bars. If it's important, I can let you borrow it."
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She looks a fright, too, because one side of her face is a myriad of colors ranging from dark bluish-black to yellow, and she's got a still dark black eye. Still she's readjusting herself when someone says Excuse me and Raleigh looks up and smiles, even if she seems tired. "Yeah - I think the coffee shop has some, and so does the library. She tips her head to the left for the library, because it was only a few blocks away. "Coffee shop's just down the street, there's little bistro tables out in front."
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"Thank you," she says. "I've just been wandering aimlessly."
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She was still new enough that she couldn't say for sure what the name was or if it for sure had wifi but even in this town a coffee shop would have wireless, right? The girl must be about as new as she was.
"I can show you where it is, if you want. Probably can't tell you though, still getting used to the town so my directions would be a bit shit."
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Genevieve guessed that she fit both sides of that. While she was new in town her family had roots here for a while, never mind that she didn't really see them all that much. Her mom had been the black sheep of the family.
"And it's not a problem. Who couldn't use another cup frappuccino, right?"
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But now she wasn't here anymore and some stranger stepped out and stormed off. Maybe she needed help moving? "Hey! You live here now?"
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For a second, though, he can't answer, faintly panicked by the thought of having to show her before he crushes that emotion and offers her a nod. "Uh, y-yeah, the... the library. It's not far." There are other places -- not his store, he's made sure to put a password on everything -- but the library is the closest. And if she's new, if she doesn't know where she is in relation to the building, he can't very well just leave her standing here with little else.
"I'm going there now," he says. He's carrying a bag with lunch to share with Spencer and though she can't possibly know what's in the bag of his intentions, he feels his cheeks flushing regardless. "I can show you the way."
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"You're new in Siren Cove?" he asks, looking down at the sidewalk as he leads her in the direction of the library. He's never sure if the new faces in town are new residents or simply summer tourists. Even some of those he's come to recognize, in particular the ones who come into the store, asking for cheesy books on witchcraft or protective charms he has to mass produce starting in July.
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