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I'd definitely take a look at it.
Might want to stop making new events until the next timeskip is over. I feel it coming soon.
Someone was going to take the other spot next door to the Reeses, but they are no longer joining. So, edited Catherine's location. Howdy neighbors.
The walk back to his apartment was growing more painful the longer it went on, and Elliot was about ready to find a place on the curb to sit and rest up for awhile when a vehicle pulled up beside him. Was this salvation? Was there truly a benevolent God above? He turned, expecting to see an old friend from back before he left town, but instead he was surprised to find...
... Whatshisname from the diner earlier. Sure, the man had shot him a dirty look or two while Sophi was making a scene, but he still helped Elliot steady himself, and now...
"Need a lift? Your dog can go in the backseat, if you like."
... Whatshisname seemed to be offering him a ride as well. Was he an angel sent from heaven? Elliot wouldn't have cared if he were Satan at that particular moment. Still, he hesitated, glancing down at the dog beside him. Sure, it seemed docile enough so far, but who knew if it would start ripping up the man's upholstery the second they got in the car. The dog cocked it's head as if to answer him, and Elliot shrugged in return. Instead he turned his attention to Whatshisname with a grin.
"You're sure? I really appreciate it, the leg's killing me."
He made his way over the the vehicle and opened the back seat, giving the dog a whistle and a nod towards the vehicle when it hesitated. Immediately afterwards it hopped in, dug at the floor a little and sat, eyes never leaving Elliot as he made his way over the the passenger door and climbed into the car himself, noting with admiration how nice it looked.
"You keep a clean ride! I feel a bit bad about letting the dog in here now."
Anthony smiled, waiting patiently. The man had a cane, it would take time. Drumming on the wheel with his fingertips, he unlocked the doors for the guy and his dog. Rolling the window back up, he replied, "Of course! It's no trouble at all."
Anthony didn't know why he was helping the guy, after what he had done to Sophi. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even know what had happened between the two.
.... In the end, did it really even matter? Either way, if he knew or not, he would've invited him to catch a ride in his car, because it was apparent that the man, with his cane and his limp, wouldn't be able to make it wherever he was going.
Snapping out of his thoughts by the car door closing, he listened to Elliot's statement. Graciously accepting, and pulling off slowly so he would have time to buckle himself in, if he wanted, he said, "Well, I don't really like to have a messy car in general, and if I happen to have a passenger, such as yourself, I want to keep it ready."
Eyes still on the road, he gave Elliot a sideways smirk. "First off, where are you headed, and secondly, I know your name, from the... incident at the diner, but I don't think you got mine. It's Anthony, Anthony Noll." Reaching an intersection, he waited for Elliot to give him directions or continue the conversation.
Ah, Anthony... Noll. Nope, don't know him.
So the man was a stranger after all, it certainly wasn't a name he was familiar with. Thinking of the diner made his stomach twist, so he reached back to scratch the dog's ears to distract himself. He would have to deal with Sophia eventually, even if it was just to give her closure before parting ways, which judging by how things went this morning was the most likely outcome.
"Go ahead on to the west side of town, and it's good to finally catch your name. Sorry you had to see that earlier... Sophi's always been a bit of a volatile one, although maybe not so slap happy."
Elliot had always been reserved, Sophi had always been... outgoing, to say the least. She couldn't have been older than ten when they met. He wasn't that much older than her, but back then a year felt like a decade. He had been caught in a phase of childhood angst, brooding on his front porch reading Catcher in the Rye religiously. Eventually though, the neighbor girl set her sights on him.
"Hey, stop reading already and come play with me!"
"... Why? You're just a little kid."
"Becaaaaaause~!"
And then he was dragged off, manhandled by this younger girl. Of course he escaped the first chance he got, but there she was again, the next day. Interupting the contemplation of his childhood angst. It was so... unfair at the time. He wasn't athletic yet (In fact, it could be said the only reason he took up athletics was because Sophi was so fond of being fit) and he had no defense to her reckless enthusiasm.
"So, uh, Anthony. How long have you been in town now? I think we would have gone to school together if you were from around here."
Anthony nodded and followed the other man's directions. Good to know, but Sophia didn't seem.... volatile to him, rather, exuberant and energetic. But different viewpoints and all that.
Driving silently, listening to Elliot talk, he began to drift off, but was again pulled back to reality by his passenger's voice. God, what was with him today? He had been sleeping regularly, and he had taken his meds today, so what was it? "Oh, I've been in town for what, three years now? I got a scholarship in my senior year of Highschool in a little place called Bend. Only a few hours' drive from here. Anyway, I left early because things got absolutely CRAZY right after I graduated, and I decided, 'What the hell?', and came here. Got a job at the University, so it keeps the commute simple, y'know?" He didn't get into the specifics of exactly what was so crazy that caused him to leave town early, but it was a touchy subject, anyone could see.
Anthony blinked hard, and turned a corner, the streets on this side of town relatively empty this time of year. "So, that's a cute dog ya got there. Had her long?"
"Bend? I actually know someone from there. Nice woman, good cook. That town seems to breed good people."
It was true, so far he'd met two people today from Bend, and both had gone out of their way to help him. Maybe one day he'd have to visit the place. As for the dog...
Elliot turned to look at it when Anthony made his inquiry. Was the animal a she? The dog cocked it's head as he bent down for a closer look. First confused, it seemed to get the gist of what he was doing and let out a warning.
"Grrrrr..."
That alone was enough to answer his question. So, it was a she. Interesting. He supposed it needed a name, since there was no collar around her neck. When he was younger and still a dabbling playwright, names had always stumped him harder than anything else he tried to put to paper. What flowed right, what fit the character? Here though, there was no hesitation. Elizabeth. She'd been his light at the end of the tunnel these last five years, and kept him from despair. Saying goodbye to her was the hardest part of coming back to Millington for him, but without her he probably wouldn't have had the strength to make the decision in the first place.
"I really haven't had Lizzy very long, but I have a good feeling about her. You know, just one of those things."
At the sound of her name, Lizzy let out a Woof! of approval, apparently it had been a good choice.
"You work at the university though? I planned to go there once. I still need to find myself a job in town somewhere. I don't think the diner will exactly work out like I planned."
"Thank you, and for the most part, it does." While Elliot's comments about his hometown were flattering, he'd rather not dwell on... certain individuals from there. His quatrefoil tattoo began to itch, so he thought about something else.
Smiling at the mention of the dog, Anthony said, "I had always wanted a dog. Once, by uncle had a big fluffy Husky he always brought by when he visited. He had the same kind of look that Lizzy has. She's a good dog, I can tell." Anthony's memories of the Husky were vivid and bright, one of the few good memories he had of that time. Romping around the house, playing in the backyard, crying in the woods with only the dog for company.
"Well, I don't think we need another assistant in the library, but I heard that the staff in the cafe are looking for a worker. Dunno for what job, but I heard they're hiring. Maaaybe my professor needs an assistant or something. You want me to recommend you? I know quite a few people at the University... Oh! Your question! Yeah, I work in the library, but I also take classes there. I don't have any core classes anymore, so I can focus on my major, Industrial Design. It's pretty fun, designing things and making them in the Shop."
What he didn't say was that he was considering changing majors to Graphic Arts, because while he was skilled at it, making things with his hands just wasn't his passion, even though he hadn't drawn since... them.
Elliot nodded along as his companion talked about university. The offer to get a word in for a job was polite, but that was one task he'd rather do for himself. He'd already taken advantage of the kindness of others too much today. He still had some of his spoiled stubborn pride from his younger years.
"Thanks for the offer to put a word in, I'll keep that on the backburner while I look. We should be coming up on my place pretty soon here, I live at the Millcreek Hallow complex, you can drop me off anywhere outside."
They were clearly in the western side of town by now. It would've taken ages for him to reach here with his leg in the shape it was in. Five years ago he would have stubbornly refused any charity, but he had since matured past that nonsense. Idiocy like that was what cause much of his current situation to begin with. He took a second to double check that everything he got from Nana was in order, and gave a final look to Lizzy as if to say; Are you ready?
"Oh, okay. And you live here too? I was going to head here after dropping you off! What a coincidence, we're neighbors! I'm currently in room 2B." Anthony was unusually enthused by this development. Normally, he wouldn't be this excited by a random stranger he was friendly with being his neighbor, but he was.
They turned onto the road on which the Millreek Hallow complex lay, the buildings standing tall, visible from quite a bit away. There were more people moving around outside on foot, now, in the afternoon, and he slowed down for the myriad of pedestrians which came with the territory of living in an apartment complex. Turning into the parking lot, Anthony turned the car off, and unlocking all of the doors, put it into park. Stepping out of the car, he walked over to Elliot's side, casually closing the driver's side door as he did. "Well, it was nice meeting you officially, Elliot. See you around?"
Neighbors huh? Elliot hadn't given much thought to actually going to meet the people he lived by. Even after years of dealing with the Reeses next door he wasn't exactly eager to be making new acquaintances. Still, he could certainly have a worse neighbor than this, especially in this part of town. He took Anthony's hand and gave it a shake once they were out of the car, Lizzy falling into place beside him.
"The pleasure's mine. Looking forward to getting to know you better sometime."
Pain was throbbing through his leg already, so he wasted no time in making his way to the front door. A nice few hours relaxing in bed sounded like heaven right about then. Maybe he could even get some unpacking done before the end of the day.
Nah.
... Whatshisname from the diner earlier. Sure, the man had shot him a dirty look or two while Sophi was making a scene, but he still helped Elliot steady himself, and now...
"Need a lift? Your dog can go in the backseat, if you like."
... Whatshisname seemed to be offering him a ride as well. Was he an angel sent from heaven? Elliot wouldn't have cared if he were Satan at that particular moment. Still, he hesitated, glancing down at the dog beside him. Sure, it seemed docile enough so far, but who knew if it would start ripping up the man's upholstery the second they got in the car. The dog cocked it's head as if to answer him, and Elliot shrugged in return. Instead he turned his attention to Whatshisname with a grin.
"You're sure? I really appreciate it, the leg's killing me."
He made his way over the the vehicle and opened the back seat, giving the dog a whistle and a nod towards the vehicle when it hesitated. Immediately afterwards it hopped in, dug at the floor a little and sat, eyes never leaving Elliot as he made his way over the the passenger door and climbed into the car himself, noting with admiration how nice it looked.
"You keep a clean ride! I feel a bit bad about letting the dog in here now."
Anthony smiled, waiting patiently. The man had a cane, it would take time. Drumming on the wheel with his fingertips, he unlocked the doors for the guy and his dog. Rolling the window back up, he replied, "Of course! It's no trouble at all."
Anthony didn't know why he was helping the guy, after what he had done to Sophi. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even know what had happened between the two.
.... In the end, did it really even matter? Either way, if he knew or not, he would've invited him to catch a ride in his car, because it was apparent that the man, with his cane and his limp, wouldn't be able to make it wherever he was going.
Snapping out of his thoughts by the car door closing, he listened to Elliot's statement. Graciously accepting, and pulling off slowly so he would have time to buckle himself in, if he wanted, he said, "Well, I don't really like to have a messy car in general, and if I happen to have a passenger, such as yourself, I want to keep it ready."
Eyes still on the road, he gave Elliot a sideways smirk. "First off, where are you headed, and secondly, I know your name, from the... incident at the diner, but I don't think you got mine. It's Anthony, Anthony Noll." Reaching an intersection, he waited for Elliot to give him directions or continue the conversation.
Ah, Anthony... Noll. Nope, don't know him.
So the man was a stranger after all, it certainly wasn't a name he was familiar with. Thinking of the diner made his stomach twist, so he reached back to scratch the dog's ears to distract himself. He would have to deal with Sophia eventually, even if it was just to give her closure before parting ways, which judging by how things went this morning was the most likely outcome.
"Go ahead on to the west side of town, and it's good to finally catch your name. Sorry you had to see that earlier... Sophi's always been a bit of a volatile one, although maybe not so slap happy."
Elliot had always been reserved, Sophi had always been... outgoing, to say the least. She couldn't have been older than ten when they met. He wasn't that much older than her, but back then a year felt like a decade. He had been caught in a phase of childhood angst, brooding on his front porch reading Catcher in the Rye religiously. Eventually though, the neighbor girl set her sights on him.
"Hey, stop reading already and come play with me!"
"... Why? You're just a little kid."
"Becaaaaaause~!"
And then he was dragged off, manhandled by this younger girl. Of course he escaped the first chance he got, but there she was again, the next day. Interupting the contemplation of his childhood angst. It was so... unfair at the time. He wasn't athletic yet (In fact, it could be said the only reason he took up athletics was because Sophi was so fond of being fit) and he had no defense to her reckless enthusiasm.
"So, uh, Anthony. How long have you been in town now? I think we would have gone to school together if you were from around here."
Anthony nodded and followed the other man's directions. Good to know, but Sophia didn't seem.... volatile to him, rather, exuberant and energetic. But different viewpoints and all that.
Driving silently, listening to Elliot talk, he began to drift off, but was again pulled back to reality by his passenger's voice. God, what was with him today? He had been sleeping regularly, and he had taken his meds today, so what was it? "Oh, I've been in town for what, three years now? I got a scholarship in my senior year of Highschool in a little place called Bend. Only a few hours' drive from here. Anyway, I left early because things got absolutely CRAZY right after I graduated, and I decided, 'What the hell?', and came here. Got a job at the University, so it keeps the commute simple, y'know?" He didn't get into the specifics of exactly what was so crazy that caused him to leave town early, but it was a touchy subject, anyone could see.
Anthony blinked hard, and turned a corner, the streets on this side of town relatively empty this time of year. "So, that's a cute dog ya got there. Had her long?"
"Bend? I actually know someone from there. Nice woman, good cook. That town seems to breed good people."
It was true, so far he'd met two people today from Bend, and both had gone out of their way to help him. Maybe one day he'd have to visit the place. As for the dog...
Elliot turned to look at it when Anthony made his inquiry. Was the animal a she? The dog cocked it's head as he bent down for a closer look. First confused, it seemed to get the gist of what he was doing and let out a warning.
"Grrrrr..."
That alone was enough to answer his question. So, it was a she. Interesting. He supposed it needed a name, since there was no collar around her neck. When he was younger and still a dabbling playwright, names had always stumped him harder than anything else he tried to put to paper. What flowed right, what fit the character? Here though, there was no hesitation. Elizabeth. She'd been his light at the end of the tunnel these last five years, and kept him from despair. Saying goodbye to her was the hardest part of coming back to Millington for him, but without her he probably wouldn't have had the strength to make the decision in the first place.
"I really haven't had Lizzy very long, but I have a good feeling about her. You know, just one of those things."
At the sound of her name, Lizzy let out a Woof! of approval, apparently it had been a good choice.
"You work at the university though? I planned to go there once. I still need to find myself a job in town somewhere. I don't think the diner will exactly work out like I planned."
"Thank you, and for the most part, it does." While Elliot's comments about his hometown were flattering, he'd rather not dwell on... certain individuals from there. His quatrefoil tattoo began to itch, so he thought about something else.
Smiling at the mention of the dog, Anthony said, "I had always wanted a dog. Once, by uncle had a big fluffy Husky he always brought by when he visited. He had the same kind of look that Lizzy has. She's a good dog, I can tell." Anthony's memories of the Husky were vivid and bright, one of the few good memories he had of that time. Romping around the house, playing in the backyard, crying in the woods with only the dog for company.
"Well, I don't think we need another assistant in the library, but I heard that the staff in the cafe are looking for a worker. Dunno for what job, but I heard they're hiring. Maaaybe my professor needs an assistant or something. You want me to recommend you? I know quite a few people at the University... Oh! Your question! Yeah, I work in the library, but I also take classes there. I don't have any core classes anymore, so I can focus on my major, Industrial Design. It's pretty fun, designing things and making them in the Shop."
What he didn't say was that he was considering changing majors to Graphic Arts, because while he was skilled at it, making things with his hands just wasn't his passion, even though he hadn't drawn since... them.
Elliot nodded along as his companion talked about university. The offer to get a word in for a job was polite, but that was one task he'd rather do for himself. He'd already taken advantage of the kindness of others too much today. He still had some of his spoiled stubborn pride from his younger years.
"Thanks for the offer to put a word in, I'll keep that on the backburner while I look. We should be coming up on my place pretty soon here, I live at the Millcreek Hallow complex, you can drop me off anywhere outside."
They were clearly in the western side of town by now. It would've taken ages for him to reach here with his leg in the shape it was in. Five years ago he would have stubbornly refused any charity, but he had since matured past that nonsense. Idiocy like that was what cause much of his current situation to begin with. He took a second to double check that everything he got from Nana was in order, and gave a final look to Lizzy as if to say; Are you ready?
"Oh, okay. And you live here too? I was going to head here after dropping you off! What a coincidence, we're neighbors! I'm currently in room 2B." Anthony was unusually enthused by this development. Normally, he wouldn't be this excited by a random stranger he was friendly with being his neighbor, but he was.
They turned onto the road on which the Millreek Hallow complex lay, the buildings standing tall, visible from quite a bit away. There were more people moving around outside on foot, now, in the afternoon, and he slowed down for the myriad of pedestrians which came with the territory of living in an apartment complex. Turning into the parking lot, Anthony turned the car off, and unlocking all of the doors, put it into park. Stepping out of the car, he walked over to Elliot's side, casually closing the driver's side door as he did. "Well, it was nice meeting you officially, Elliot. See you around?"
Neighbors huh? Elliot hadn't given much thought to actually going to meet the people he lived by. Even after years of dealing with the Reeses next door he wasn't exactly eager to be making new acquaintances. Still, he could certainly have a worse neighbor than this, especially in this part of town. He took Anthony's hand and gave it a shake once they were out of the car, Lizzy falling into place beside him.
"The pleasure's mine. Looking forward to getting to know you better sometime."
Pain was throbbing through his leg already, so he wasted no time in making his way to the front door. A nice few hours relaxing in bed sounded like heaven right about then. Maybe he could even get some unpacking done before the end of the day.
Nah.
Is this even a question?
Well, I certainly am.
Oh, I'm a big Prog Rock fan. While not exactly well known in these parts of the world, Triana is pretty much Spain's Pink Floyd.
EDIT: As for his voice, it may take me awhile to find a proper comparison.
EDIT: As for his voice, it may take me awhile to find a proper comparison.
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