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Post by charlie annalise richards on Feb 11, 2012 22:21:11 GMT -5
She brightened, snapping her fingers. But she got it wrong the first time, so she snapped them again. "There! Like uh.. uh.." The name was on the tip of her tongue. It was something she would have known, had she been a hundred and thirty years younger. Or at least, it would have came to her faster. "A trip to the library is what we need." She said, settling back against the tree. She smiled up at him and his kind words, folding her hands together in her lap. She felt bad, putting her problems off on him. But sometimes she just needed a little support. Someone to tell her she was doing a good job. Jacob was grateful, on occasion. But no one has ever really told her she was going to do fine. She saw her manager step out, and wave her over. She slowly got to her feet, then held her hands out to him, offering to help him up.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 11, 2012 22:24:54 GMT -5
It was rather ironic, considering. This name could quite possibly be Oliver's name, or his former name at least, and yet it closer to Charlie's mind than it was his own.
...except no, that wasn't true. If he saw or heard his name, he'd recognize it. Oliver was coming to realize that almost everything was brought on by some sort of trigger. So maybe a trip to the library would do some good after all. "I think that's a good idea. Might trigger something for me too." If they even knew where to start. This was the first time Oliver put this much thought into his dreams, and he was happy that he had.
Oliver smiled when Charlie offered to help him up, and accepted her offer. Pulling himself up with her help, he shot her a grin. "Thanks."
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Post by charlie annalise richards on Feb 11, 2012 22:36:25 GMT -5
"You're welcome!" She said with a broad smile, then bounced back over to her manager. She skipped inside the door and around the desk before taking her seat again. She smoothed her skirt down, watching him as he walked back in. "Why don't you go see what the library has on Airplanes and gliders? Oh, and the Air Force. Get the lady at the desk to print you out a list. And we can split it in half after I get off and-"
"You're working late, Richards." Her manager said, walking back into his office.
"Or tomorrow." She said with a shrug, obviously used to being over talked.
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