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birthright_rpg2013-09-13 04:00 pm
cian_oneill) wrote in birthright_rpg2013-09-13 04:00 pm
Courier run
Odd jobs was definitely a part of Cian's work description, but he didn't mind this sort of thing so much. It gave him a chance to get on his bike and ride, even if it was just up to Searchlight.
He pulled up outside the library, opened the pannier on the side of his bike and pulled out the bundle of books that had to be returned. Some family had forgotten the concept of borrowing from the library meant actually returning them at some point, and had just left them in the room at the resort when they had checked out.
He took off his helmet and leather jacket, leaving them on the seat of the bike, and tucked the bundle under his arm. The heel of his boot crunched on the gritty pavement outside the library, and the rush of cool air that hit him as he walked inside was welcome. There was no-one at the counter when he walked in so he stood and waited, making the most of the air conditioning, before heading back outside on his next errand.
He pulled up outside the library, opened the pannier on the side of his bike and pulled out the bundle of books that had to be returned. Some family had forgotten the concept of borrowing from the library meant actually returning them at some point, and had just left them in the room at the resort when they had checked out.
He took off his helmet and leather jacket, leaving them on the seat of the bike, and tucked the bundle under his arm. The heel of his boot crunched on the gritty pavement outside the library, and the rush of cool air that hit him as he walked inside was welcome. There was no-one at the counter when he walked in so he stood and waited, making the most of the air conditioning, before heading back outside on his next errand.
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"I was born in a commune just outside of Seattle," she told Cian, averting her gaze because this was hard for her. "Mama met Papa while he was doing history research, and they moved in together in the compound. Everything was really great for a while. And then they found out I was a half-breed and that it was because of Papa's genes. They said we had to leave."
Shame. Echo was used to shame. At the way she'd been treated, the way it made her feel, the way people she had thought were friends had looked at her. As if she were a freak. It made her heart hurt.
She looked up into his face, curiosity battling it out with caution. "Does it hurt when you shift? Is that why your back's bothering you?"
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"'n that's pretty lame, turnin' y' family out f' tha'," he continued, a small crease appearing as he frowned slightly. "You 'n y' pa weren't rippin' folks head off were y'?" he asked, not fully understanding the status of the commune, or why they would turf anyone out.