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Post by Milk on Mar 21, 2009 2:07:50 GMT -5
Lilly pulled her long black hair back into it's latest fashion- bun, barrettes for bangs, then a bandana over it. She closed her locker door after staring at her marred reflection- the small scars on her face, one decent-sized one going down her lips, and one going from the center of her forehead down and across her right cheek bone. Her green eyes lowered as she knelt down to tie her boots, then headed on out to her custodial cart to get ready to clean all night.
The small woman stepped out and looked around the mostly empty hallway, sighing softly before reaching the cart and pushing it to the elevator. She started from the top floor, then worked her way down.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 21, 2009 2:26:32 GMT -5
Watching the girl from his office seat enclosed in his cubicle, Leon wondered as he had so many times before what tragic past the girl must have had that bestowed upon her the burden of carrying such obvious scars. He had always imagined the life of a janitor, wether male or female, wasn't exactly filled with tales of suspense and excitement. Perhaps this made the mysterious past of this girl even more intriguing- the knowledge that she could not have always led such a simple, repetitive life. Running his fingers through his dark brown hair, Leon's deep blue eyes scanned the surrounding cubicles, checking for any remaining workers. Once he was sure there'd be no one to report his actions to his superiors, Leon slowly got up from his office chair, pretending to get up and stretch. Walking over to the water dispenser, he took a paper cup from next to the dispenser and slowly began filling it with water, watching the woman from out of the corner of his eyes. In all honesty, he was surprised she hadn't caught him staring at her by now. He'd been staying late every night this week just to catch a glimpse of the girl, which was not something he did normally. Leon wasn't the type to go out of his way to meet somebody, he figured if they were interested in him, they'd make a point to introduce themselves- if not, then they were none of his concern.
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Post by Milk on Mar 21, 2009 2:36:45 GMT -5
Lilly glanced up at the man by the water dispenser. She had seen him here often, but never thought much of it. She didn't think too much of men, especially after growing up the way she did. She glanced around to see who else was there, then moved on to set up the vacuum. Once set up, she approached the man- she usually tried not to start with vacuuming, but she was feeling tired and wanted to go home as soon as acceptably possible. She swallowed as she approached, eyebrows creasing together as she tried to form the sentence in normal language. Once found, she stopped in her steps and looked up at the man. "I have to vacuum, sir, and I would like to know if you are in- doing- something important right now?" Her green eyes met his for a moment, before flickering away submissively.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 21, 2009 2:51:15 GMT -5
Surprised that the seemingly shy cleaning girl had approached him, Leon straitened his posture slightly, acutely aware of the fact that the girl was addressing him. "What's your name?" Leon asked, ignoring the girl's initial question. He knew that, as nothing more than part of the cleaning crew, the woman was probably unaware of the actual transactions taking place in the building. It seemed only right to at least pay her the respect of knowing her name, considering she had probably been working for who know's how many years.
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Post by Milk on Mar 21, 2009 3:04:29 GMT -5
Lilly's expression became baffled, then slowly grew into one of realization. That's right, she thought, They know your workers here. "My name is Lilly. What is yours?" she answered, tilting her head to the side which exposed a nasty scar on her neck that went down further, but the rest was hidden under clothes.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 21, 2009 3:11:01 GMT -5
"Leon," he responded, his voice calm and steady. He made sure not to let his gaze drift from her eyes to the scars on her face, holding a conversation with her as if they didn't exist altogether. "How long have you worked here?" Leon asked, wondering exactly how many years she'd managed to sneak under his radar and remain unnoticed.
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Post by Milk on Mar 21, 2009 3:20:17 GMT -5
"I just started about...one month ago," she answered, after counting on her fingers the length of time she was here. She looked back up at him. She wondered why he was taking an interest in her for a moment, then inwardly sighed- the scars. It was always the scars. "You can ask, about the scars, you know," she murmured, eyes downcast. She had no qualms sharing her past with others. It was their reactions that frightened her.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 21, 2009 12:20:25 GMT -5
Flinching inwardly, he cursed himself for being so obvious in his intentions. He had never meant to offend the girl. "No." he said, not wanting to be like all of the other people she probably attracted because of pure curiosity. "Actually, I was hoping after you were done here, you would let me take you out to dinner. I can even help you with what you have left here. I've pretty much finished all my work for the day." Surprised by what was coming out of his mouth, he wondered to himself why he'd developed such an intense interest in a total stranger. Most days, people he were good friends with were lucky if they could even get him to give them the time of day. He had never been someone who particularly enjoyed the company of others. He preferred to be alone. Most of the people he encountered appeared to him to be annoying or ignorant. He would tolerate them, but derived no pleasure from making small talk and pretending to be interested in a conversation that bored him. Perhaps thats what caught him off guard the most with her- he wanted to know more about her, and not just because of her scars. She seemed so small and frail standing before him- he wondered how anyone could even think of harming something so fragile, so delicate.
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Post by Milk on Mar 21, 2009 15:42:32 GMT -5
Lilly shook her head. "I can clean this place on my own. And I have food in my home, so I do not need to be taken to dinner," she answered, but secretly was using the slave logic to tell him no. If her job was to clean, it was hers alone, and slaves seldom ate out. Lilly was saving her money for a pet. She flinched at her logic, a guilty look spreading over her face momentarily, before settling down inwardly. She had promised to try to stop using slave logic. "You are more than welcome to come to my home if you need food," she offered, thinking he was out of food in his home and that's why he wanted to go out to dinner. But then why ask her? She lowered her eyes in thought. Normal people were so very confusing with their intentions.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 21, 2009 15:48:12 GMT -5
"No..." he said, confused by the mixed messages she was sending him. "I don't want to have dinner with you because I don't have any food at my house, I want to have dinner with you because I would like to get to know you. " Well, she certainly wasn't the most friendly individual. Then again, hr probably wouldn't like her if she was.
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Post by Milk on Mar 21, 2009 15:52:06 GMT -5
Lilly looked a bit confused, scratching her arm as she analyzed his words. Get to know her? They worked together, and wasn't that bad? Or was that with sexual relationships? What had the men- the Liberation- told her about this. It clicked in after a moment. That's right. When you want to get to know someone, you go out with them on...on...dates, that word, she thought and nodded to herself, proud she was slowly learning. "Oh, okay, that's fine then I guess. Where would we be eating?" she asked.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 21, 2009 16:02:18 GMT -5
"Well, theres a small italian resteraunt a few blocks down the street. We wouldn't have to go to far and its quite a nice place. Do you like italian food?" he asked, wondering if he should have sugguested a different type of food. "If you don't, we can go somewhere else. I don't really have a preference. " Analyzing her facial features, he attempted to decipher the emotions hidden behind her features, knowing she defintely wasn't the type to be forthcomming with her private thoughts and emotions.
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Post by Milk on Mar 21, 2009 16:04:06 GMT -5
"I'm fine with Italian," she answered, when the closest she had ever gotten to Italian in her life was old Spaghetti. "It's not...fancy, is it?" She only had jeans and a t-shirt and jacket to wear after work was over. She didn't want to be somewhere fancy in her tattered everyday clothes.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 21, 2009 16:13:58 GMT -5
"No, the atmosphere of the place is very comforable." he said, leading her towards the elevator that would take them down to the first floor. "Are you done, or do you still have more work to do?" he asked, wondering what all her job entailed.
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Post by Milk on Mar 21, 2009 16:16:13 GMT -5
"I still have more work to do," she answered and moved away from him. "I'll just meet you there or something," she said as she approached the vacuum so she could start on that.
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