Late worker
As they left the station, Vincent told that the spartan look of the station was due to the fact that nobody cared that much with the cleaning, explaining the fact of the magazines being out of order:
- The locals don't give that much importance to the lack of neatness. They like to play it calmly, if you will.
It wasn't such a big station, after all. They went to a small, ivory coloured, Volkswagen Beetle that was parked at the street's corner.
- The front seat is ruined. If you don't mind, you'll have to go in the back seat. - said Vincent.
Dan saw that the front's seat stuffing was gone, probably due to the hole in the canvas. "It's no wonder, this can's older than I am!", he minded. Soon, they were in their way, through the desert streets.
As Dan commented about the fact that the town seemed uninhabited, the man observed him through the rear mirror, attentively, not missing any of his moves, making the moment uneasy and really cringe worthy.
- With the heat wave that has been felt lately, people try to find more fresh places to stay, I guess. - That explanation was a bit lame, but the air inside the car seemed unbreathable. There was something more to him than just being a low key employee, perhaps. As an observer himself, Dan reproached being stared at. There was nothing unusual about him, was there?... Dan was about 6ft, with a slender figure, despite having a bit of a belly, slightly big expressive brown eyes, a big forehead, and straight metallic gold coloured hair, he used almost always disheveled. To decrease the tension, he began cuddling the smelly Hyas, the stray.
They were arriving to a block full of two story cottages. The side walks had leafy trees lined up almost mathematically. They seemed to be orange trees, or maybe plane trees. Vincent slowed the car:
- This is the dormitory side of the complex, where we stay when we're not in the lab. This is also where we receive personal visitors, because, as you understand, there are firm policies that prevent strangers from entering the research site.
- I see.
Vincent stopped the car in front a grey-blue house:
- This is the house that five of us, the assistants of the V wing, share. Your sister, Ms Medetre, three others and myself. Your sister has an admirable and inspiring dedication, and frequently works in the complex for endless hours.
- I don't think that to be a family trait.
Vincent ignored the comment and carried on giving explanations:
- I'm going to direct you to her room; there you can wait for her; I must ask you, Mr. Medetre, for you to be quiet, since some of our colleagues are resting.
They went in, foot by foot. The house was immersed in silence. Dan expected to hear the sound of keyboard strokes, or computer noise, as one researcher should be finishing some drafts, or something else. But everything was totally still; "not much dedication going on in here", thought Dan. As they were going up the stairs, Hyas released a small growl, and halted, hissing.
Dan, very embarrassed, told:
- It's a new, strange place to him... and he must be hungry.
When they entered Autumn's room, Vincent turned the light on and excused himself, saying:
- I'm going downstairs, to the kitchen, to prepare something for the cat and for yourself, Mr Medetre.
- Oh, I didn't mean to cause trouble.
- Don't worry, it's no trouble at all; you've just arrived from a long journey - and saying that, he closed the room's door and left. Dan put his ear against the door and could barely hear him going down the stairs. He was really a careful person.
Dan went to the bedside table and turned the chandelier on the table on, then he turned the other lights off.
Hyas went to the window and began scratching the window's glass. Dan, afraid that the sound would awake the sleeping employees, rapidly went over to open the window. Hyas immediately went outside and climbed down the water drains and the first floor roof.
- What are you doing, you dumb animal ? - said an annoyed Dan.
All of a sudden, a hideous, repulsive, monstrous-like bellow, coming from nowhere, echoed throughout the street, crossing the room window and giving him the scare of his life. He backed up and fell onto the floor, trembling, his stomach aching, searching a place to hide without knowing why.
- The locals don't give that much importance to the lack of neatness. They like to play it calmly, if you will.
It wasn't such a big station, after all. They went to a small, ivory coloured, Volkswagen Beetle that was parked at the street's corner.
- The front seat is ruined. If you don't mind, you'll have to go in the back seat. - said Vincent.
Dan saw that the front's seat stuffing was gone, probably due to the hole in the canvas. "It's no wonder, this can's older than I am!", he minded. Soon, they were in their way, through the desert streets.
As Dan commented about the fact that the town seemed uninhabited, the man observed him through the rear mirror, attentively, not missing any of his moves, making the moment uneasy and really cringe worthy.
- With the heat wave that has been felt lately, people try to find more fresh places to stay, I guess. - That explanation was a bit lame, but the air inside the car seemed unbreathable. There was something more to him than just being a low key employee, perhaps. As an observer himself, Dan reproached being stared at. There was nothing unusual about him, was there?... Dan was about 6ft, with a slender figure, despite having a bit of a belly, slightly big expressive brown eyes, a big forehead, and straight metallic gold coloured hair, he used almost always disheveled. To decrease the tension, he began cuddling the smelly Hyas, the stray.
They were arriving to a block full of two story cottages. The side walks had leafy trees lined up almost mathematically. They seemed to be orange trees, or maybe plane trees. Vincent slowed the car:
- This is the dormitory side of the complex, where we stay when we're not in the lab. This is also where we receive personal visitors, because, as you understand, there are firm policies that prevent strangers from entering the research site.
- I see.
Vincent stopped the car in front a grey-blue house:
- This is the house that five of us, the assistants of the V wing, share. Your sister, Ms Medetre, three others and myself. Your sister has an admirable and inspiring dedication, and frequently works in the complex for endless hours.
- I don't think that to be a family trait.
Vincent ignored the comment and carried on giving explanations:
- I'm going to direct you to her room; there you can wait for her; I must ask you, Mr. Medetre, for you to be quiet, since some of our colleagues are resting.
They went in, foot by foot. The house was immersed in silence. Dan expected to hear the sound of keyboard strokes, or computer noise, as one researcher should be finishing some drafts, or something else. But everything was totally still; "not much dedication going on in here", thought Dan. As they were going up the stairs, Hyas released a small growl, and halted, hissing.
Dan, very embarrassed, told:
- It's a new, strange place to him... and he must be hungry.
When they entered Autumn's room, Vincent turned the light on and excused himself, saying:
- I'm going downstairs, to the kitchen, to prepare something for the cat and for yourself, Mr Medetre.
- Oh, I didn't mean to cause trouble.
- Don't worry, it's no trouble at all; you've just arrived from a long journey - and saying that, he closed the room's door and left. Dan put his ear against the door and could barely hear him going down the stairs. He was really a careful person.
Dan went to the bedside table and turned the chandelier on the table on, then he turned the other lights off.
Hyas went to the window and began scratching the window's glass. Dan, afraid that the sound would awake the sleeping employees, rapidly went over to open the window. Hyas immediately went outside and climbed down the water drains and the first floor roof.
- What are you doing, you dumb animal ? - said an annoyed Dan.
All of a sudden, a hideous, repulsive, monstrous-like bellow, coming from nowhere, echoed throughout the street, crossing the room window and giving him the scare of his life. He backed up and fell onto the floor, trembling, his stomach aching, searching a place to hide without knowing why.
posted by tensayoki @ 01:03
