Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2021 13:12:32 GMT -6
The perpetual winter outside Léry’s no longer bothered Herman, and neither did the ambient shuddering and crackling of old machinery. Many of the noises through the halls actually had become a bit soothing in a way. A constant background to his downtime in between his experiments. However, knowing the difference between the rummaging of a stray corrupted rat from its cage and the meticulous searching of fingers under the cover of a loud gust of wind was integral. He didn’t get visitors often, if at all, and most usually didn’t come with the intention of giving him decent company. He did usually just let them pass, but he was finally itching to see who was gracing his presence from time to time and salvaging stuff from the long defunct medical supplies.
Heavy footsteps glided over the cracked tiles as he drew closer, the rummaging continuing as if his growing presence was either unknown to them or, even more interestingly, it was acknowledged but only in passing. He rounded the corner and peered into the doorway, and with a quick glance spotted a woman sitting, unscrewing bits and pieces and laying them out in piles of her own categorization.
He almost didn’t want to say anything. She seemed so focused on her task, and it was a moment he could have gathered a little bit more information with. However the sight of her was tugging at his brain, eager to pick into someone new. He’d only seen glimpses of her, and heard of her in passing too, so her name felt a bit strange to say out loud. “Ms… Young?”
Heavy footsteps glided over the cracked tiles as he drew closer, the rummaging continuing as if his growing presence was either unknown to them or, even more interestingly, it was acknowledged but only in passing. He rounded the corner and peered into the doorway, and with a quick glance spotted a woman sitting, unscrewing bits and pieces and laying them out in piles of her own categorization.
He almost didn’t want to say anything. She seemed so focused on her task, and it was a moment he could have gathered a little bit more information with. However the sight of her was tugging at his brain, eager to pick into someone new. He’d only seen glimpses of her, and heard of her in passing too, so her name felt a bit strange to say out loud. “Ms… Young?”
