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Post by Felicity Hjort on Sept 28, 2008 23:29:43 GMT -5
July 28, 2009 10:42am
Running to Diagon Alley, Felicity pushed past people on the streets of London, past those in the Alley, trying to rush to where she needed to be. There were so many things wrong, so many things in her life at that moment that weren't well and the only person she could think of other than Drew was located where she was going. Or rather the pretty blonde hoped he was located in that particular area that day and didn't have it off. Though, she had all plans on interrupting his working anyway and begging him to take a break, she needed him, she needed to hear him talk to her. She didn't want someone to tell her it was going to be all right, she wanted to hear the truth, underlying with the tiniest of promise that might not hold true, but she needed to hear what he always gave her, the truth that wasn't always promising.
When it first happened, she thought of Drew, he knew what was going on, Felicity had told him all ready of what she had accidentally heard, but she after what happened, knowing Drew was still in pursuit of finding a job she wasn't sure where he'd be and she didn't want to wait for Dustan to find him. Instead, she took off from home, without word to anyone and went in search of the one person that would give her the best truth he could, that wouldn't be all that wonderful to hear, but was what she needed.
Shoving a group of people out of her way, Felicity pushed open the door of the Quality Quidditch Supplies store, tears streaming down her face as light brown eyes searched every aisle she passed in search of her friend. The only thing she grabbed from her room when she left was a letter, one that she had cried over many times when she read it. This wasn't the reason she'd come, but the letter told her where he was working, and she had so many questions about it that she couldn't ask in a return letter, and hadn't asked.
"Corey?" she called out, hoping that if he didn't at least hear her, someone would know where he was, and that he was actually working that day. "Corey Faulkland?"
(Closed to C.A.F.)
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Corey Faulkland
Wizard
Quality Quidditch Supplies Clerk
Life is like a roulette wheel: Seventeen. Red.[on:Good show!][of:Bugger...]
Posts: 682
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Sept 29, 2008 0:59:39 GMT -5
It was late July already and with August quite literally just around the corner it meant soon the summer would deal another double-edged blade through the doors of Quality Quidditch Supplies. Well, maybe it was his mental door that was taking the sword, first there was the wave after wave of Hogwarts students gearing up for the tryout season, then there were the wishes he had of being able to join them. Merlin he should've just tried to go pro like Rolen had and at least taken the gambit before relinquishing himself to this minimum wage hell that was clerical work.
That was his entire job really: clean the windows, run the register, sell merchandise, keep the back organized… Yes there were other people who held the same jobs and responsibilities as he, but he was the only one really willing to break his back for the more miniscule and appearance related work. He didn’t get paid a penny more than they did, and probably was the only reason Mac still had them on staff but that was a price he was willing to pay. After all, their laziness was his job security. But now, on to the present task of the day: Stock the shelves before the lunch bonanza came and made a rubbish of everything – not that such an event was actually avoidable. Still, he could at least make it all look remotely organized.
Secure the snitches, align and resort the brooms by model/relocate if necessary, stack the polishes, clean the windows for the hundredth or so time and last but not least check the stock in the back for anything ‘missing’ from the front. Everything but the windows he’d only have to do once - those he’d still have to do another hundred times more before the day was done – and that was the upside of it all, not that anyone would believe it. He had just gotten the Cleansweeps back where they belonged – and found a defective one in the process – as the chime above the door sounded and a voice rang out through the shop that made everything remotely job related become unimportant.
“Corey? Corey Faulkland?”
Actually, it wasn’t so much the voice, but more so the identity behind the voice whom he hadn’t expected to ever come anywhere near him, especially given their correspondence record. But the unexpected seemed to come standard with the friendship with Felicity Hjort, so maybe this moment really shouldn’t have surprised him all that much. Work could now officially wait, it would have to, he knew that just by the tone in her voice. Although the fact that she was even there, interrupting his workday and well…there…kinda said a lot too.
“Davey, I’m takin’ fifteen!” Corey called as a black locked chap poked his head out of the back to find out just why the job-oriented one was throwing himself out the door, spying the blonde girl almost immediately.
“Right…you do that then. Hell, take thirty, the windows’ll still be smudged when you get back, if you come back that is.”
“Jus’ stow it an’ do the job Mac pays yi for…yi owe me five favors an’way. Call this one.”
Finally; the Hogwarts graduate looked directly at whom he thought might still be a hallucination of his mind.
“Yi need to talk, then?”
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Sept 29, 2008 2:40:24 GMT -5
Before even seeing the stumbling older boy come through one of the aisles she had yet to cross, Felicity heard hi voice first, almost an immediate response to her calling for him. Had he heard her or was it merely coincidence that he was taking his break at that very moment? The brown eyes turned rapt attention to an answering voice, presumably Davey, before their quick return to the familiar face she longed to see. Felicity could hear the tone of the other boy's voice, the suggestion he was trying to make, but she appreciated Corey's quicker backhanded voice, making everything seem as though it could be as the other thought, but at the same time defending the idea that nothing was there. Well, nothing like Davey was assuming.
When his eyes returned to her face, Felicity could feel his surprise, but yet, was that thrill and dread at her presence? She wasn't sure, but she hoped he wanted to see her, because she was in need of seeing him. His words were not meant in real question, or at least she doubted they were, he had a tendency to state the obvious in question format, but she didn't mind.
Heading straight toward him, Felicity didn't care who saw or stared, she needed her friend, she needed Corey right then. As soon as he was within reach, she nearly collapsed against him, leaning her head against his shoulder, burying her face close to his neck. She had grown since last seeing the former Head Boy and she noticed how her height and his was barely different, which made a huge contrast from her standing so close to Drew. In Drew's proximity she would be burying her face into his chest, but with Corey, she fit perfectly against the crook of his neck.
Nodding slightly, she could feel her tears smear against him as she moved, unwilling to back too far away, for fear he'd disappear before her.
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Corey Faulkland
Wizard
Quality Quidditch Supplies Clerk
Life is like a roulette wheel: Seventeen. Red.[on:Good show!][of:Bugger...]
Posts: 682
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Oct 11, 2008 3:06:53 GMT -5
Yes, he'd admit it if called out that he had a small habit of questioning the obvious but it was definitely better to be certain than to make an git of himself in public - or private for that matter. In truth he was still amazed she'd shown her face near him at all, yet alone actually wanted to talk. Though her face seemed to say she needed it, he thought himself to really be the last of the first she would go to. Besides, unless it was his fault somehow, wasn't this supposed to be part of Drew's unwritten job description - unless Drew was somehow the problem? No, that was far too unlikely. Maybe he was just closer; it wouldn't be the first time in history that convenience trumped class in the short-string of things.
A half second more of uncertain staring; feet frozen to the ground as she came directly at him and suddenly his ribs felt the need to come close to imploding - along with every emotional wall of militia he'd managed to rally within his brain over the past fifteen seconds. On the verge of tears, not speaking a word, managing to plaster a vague look of concern onto Davey's face? Yeah. She definitely needed to talk because no one could manage that last part about anything job related.
'Alrigh'... Alrigh' yeah we can talk." Corey began having once again found himself in a situation he was completely unprepared for. She had a habit of dragging these kind of moments kicking and screaming to him but since he never knew what she would bring, it was impossible to be ready. Merlin the girl was a curse to his luck but a blessing as a friend; what kind of math was there to explain that sum? "Le's talk outside, hm, while the day's decen'? Should still be a bench out there, go on an' I'll be right by. Eh?"
He doubted she had any intention of agreeing with that but he really didn't want her to see him clock McCreery across the mouth. Of course; that could wait till later, and probably would but he also needed a second to collect himself at this point.
Maybe even two.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Oct 12, 2008 17:13:49 GMT -5
In the case of Felicity, while awkward situations tended to lead her relationships, obliviousness clouded her mind so she hardly recognized moments for what they were. Ever since her first encounter with Corey Faulkland such moments defined just who they were together and to each other. She was the surrounding winds of a bad storm to him, every moment--serious, fun, upsetting--was thrown at the older boy in gusts. To her he was merely the lull of the storm, the calming scene that brought hope, but also peril. Blunt, honest, painstakingly sarcastic, there was something about the nature he maintained in which Felicity could not get enough of.
Bumping, running, jumping, startling. It was all in Felicity's nature to greet with delight. The contrast was as different as Robert Frost's writing to that of Stephan King's. As different as night to day, but each needed the other to survive. If it hadn't been for Corey those few days in January, would Felicity have survived the nights?
The embrace was, as per the norm, one-sided. Felicity's side. In a way, she found the oddity comforting. The slight tensing, the almost inability to give into something as physical as a hug, at that moment, it was more comforting than if she was wrapped securely in Drew's arms. But Drew's words would've been to the affect of It'll be okay, whereas with Corey, it would be different. How did Drew know whether it'd be all right or not? At least Corey was sickeningly realistic with her. If he didn't know, he admitted it, he didn't say something just to fill a gap. He was honest. And being realistically honest was what she needed.
However, when he spoke, Felicity's grasp became tighter, unwilling to let go. How many times had he said something to the affect of let go and I'll still be here, and she actually listened? The one time that stuck out in her mind was that night in the forest.
Shaking her head vehemently at him, she refused. Either she'd stay there until he was ready, or he'd go with her right then. But either way, she wasn't about to let go, not when she knew how well she fit in the crook of his neck, where her face was easy to bury, and his scent, like Drew's, was awfully strong right there.
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Corey Faulkland
Wizard
Quality Quidditch Supplies Clerk
Life is like a roulette wheel: Seventeen. Red.[on:Good show!][of:Bugger...]
Posts: 682
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Post by Corey Faulkland on Oct 17, 2008 0:36:29 GMT -5
Had he really somehow made karma this sodden with him over the years that he couldn't even get two seconds worth of air into his surprisingly still intact chest cavity? Really, this was taking whatever grudge it had against him a bit too far. He was trying to do some help here and even though that was what he'd always been trying to do - today more than ever - a bit of good karma certainly wouldn't hurt. It appeared that he'd have to deal with McCreery later, and really he could wait, it could wait. After all, no one here had ever actually seem him more than vaguely frustrated so it wasn't like he was going to run off anyplace. He might not do his job, but laziness wasn't anything for Corey to muck over. Plus, it was pretty obvious Felicity needed him right now much more than he needed a set of bloody knuckles.
The young man found himself smiling slightly while embracing her a bit tighter; comfortingly. "Alrigh' then...le's go talk at tha' bench anyway eh?... I don' think ye wan' anyone else other than me to really hear," Corey offered quietly. "Sides, as much as I love standin' here...Mac sees me like this my head's likely to be on a dinner plate." As much as he wished that second part to be the jest it sounded, Mac was an odd man to work for. If you took a break, you took a break, but if it didn't look like a break, he wanted to know why. It didn't make alot of sense to him, but then; questioning his employer on his thinking didn't make alot of smart sense either. It would be...awkward...not to mention a likely lead cause to his unemployment and he certainly couldn't afford that to happen when he was putting up half the rent for a flat every month. No, questioning Mac, was definitely out of the question. But enough of him, he was gone for the day - at least, Corey sure as hell hoped he was.
"C'mon...folks ou' there are too busy focusin' on everythin' else on their lists right' now."
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Oct 17, 2008 22:36:38 GMT -5
Feeling his arms finally around her, Felicity actually felt almost like this was where she really was supposed to be. While she knew seeking out Drew would've been the first of her options in most cases, waiting for Dustan to find him and then for Drew to arrive would take much too long and she needed out of her home. Arriving at his Aunt's just wasn't proper, not without an official invitation to drop in, and she didn't want to waste any time. Corey she could find, she knew where he was supposed to be, and if he wasn't where she needed him to be, she could ask around and find him. Someone would know who she was looking for and where he'd be located. Luckily, he was right where she needed him to be though.
Sniffling slightly, she nodded, just once. His voice soft and reaching her ear in a harmonic tune she'd missed the last year. Where had he been? Her friend, someone who gave her odd feelings at times, but they'd been so awkward around one another she was never quite sure where they stood. While her ways differed completely from his, she really didn't think he minded as much as griped and complained about her, but there were times she couldn't tell.
Untangling her arms from around his neck, they wound themselves down around his middle, nudging the rest of her body to his side where she could still hide and be attached to him at the same time. It was how she often walked with Drew when something was wrong, but as he was so much taller she fit right in where no one could see her; with Corey, their heights being so close, she fit in beside him but went noticeable to others. For a few reasons, the blonde didn't mind. Drew would understand, he knew she loved Corey's company and that they were friends, he might be hurt that she turned to Corey for this situation, but he would understand and forgive her.
Tugging at him gently as she took a step, Felicity hoped he wouldn't mind her clinging as she was, but she really didn't think he'd appreciate her climbing on his back and hiding and clinging.
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