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undergrounds2015-05-27 07:53 pm
livelongenough) wrote in undergrounds2015-05-27 07:53 pm
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A Whisper in the Walls (Closed; for Clara)
"Yes, I understand. I'm very interested in it. I'd love to see the property. Yes, yes. The cost is fine. No, I won't need any financing. Saturday? Wonderful. Ten AM? Perfect. I'll be there. Thank you very much."
It had been a long time since he had bought property. Abe had gotten the shop in New York, and that, like this, had been paid for outright. It was better to stay out of debt. Credit was important, yes, but he'd manage to find another way to do that. Finance a car, perhaps. Something much less demanding than a business.
Clothes, too, would be useful. Open a few cards, make some purchases, pay them off. Keep it very clean, very streamlined, but that was always the difficulty of setting himself up in a city for the first time in almost thirty years. He hated having to do it, but, sometimes, it was necessary. Like when there was no way he could have survived a situation.
If Jo had found him at Abe's, everything would have fallen apart.
He hung up his office phone -- which was the only one he had, no mobile whatsoever -- and looked up. He knew he'd sensed something, and he saw it now. A particular ghost he'd met during the school's first official event he'd attended.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. How are you?"
It had been a long time since he had bought property. Abe had gotten the shop in New York, and that, like this, had been paid for outright. It was better to stay out of debt. Credit was important, yes, but he'd manage to find another way to do that. Finance a car, perhaps. Something much less demanding than a business.
Clothes, too, would be useful. Open a few cards, make some purchases, pay them off. Keep it very clean, very streamlined, but that was always the difficulty of setting himself up in a city for the first time in almost thirty years. He hated having to do it, but, sometimes, it was necessary. Like when there was no way he could have survived a situation.
If Jo had found him at Abe's, everything would have fallen apart.
He hung up his office phone -- which was the only one he had, no mobile whatsoever -- and looked up. He knew he'd sensed something, and he saw it now. A particular ghost he'd met during the school's first official event he'd attended.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. How are you?"
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And yet she finds herself unable to stop frowning when she comes to visit Dr. Morgan, her almost see through face grave and heavy with lines that were etched into her skin. There's no real need for her to wring her hands or hold herself, rubbing her arms, but it doesn't stop her from doing it.
"Hello, Dr. Morgan." Here she finally tried to smile and it didn't work out. The smile falls flat and she continues to drum her fingers against her arm instead. "I must be a bother to you already! Asking you to look out for Magra and now wanting to ask you about this funny clinic I just heard about. It might be my nerves getting the best of me but the way the poor student acted when he was talking to a friend. It got me so worried--"
Enough to babble a bit, it seems.
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