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Post by Caroline Grus on Feb 9, 2013 21:12:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Most of the questions Caroline asked had no special meaning, no dark secret to reveal and no impressive mystery to discover. Simple questions like that one served to shed some light on both her natural, instinctive curiosity and her need to know more about those surrounding her. As a man who was in the service of justice, Yuri Petrov seemed like he wasn't exactly sure where Sternbild's justice ended and where his own justice started. Maybe he thought the two to be the same? Impossible. They were both grown-ups, adults, they were both aware that things don't work that way and no one is fully content with the way things go. Good and bad were relative terms, even philosophy boasted that matter at some point in time, and she kept her mouth shut, giving the man in return a simple, but grateful smile for his involuntarily kind words.
"Theoretically." She repeated almost mechanically as she pursed her lips, the word feeling unnatural on her tongue. She wasn't a person of theory, that was for sure, and she had strayed away from that path a long, long time ago. Maybe, through some kind of divine intervention, the screen of her cellphone lit up and let her know she was receiving a call, also saving her the trouble of having to properly explain what exactly she had meant with that word. Or, was it that she didn't mean anything special by it? A fickle being, always in the search of some kind of meaning to the things around her, Caroline had forgotten that there were people who simply did not have the same drive as she did. That they had other things that motivated them.
The prospect of a future meeting with someone as interesting and intriguing as Yuri Petrov made her feel a little better. She wouldn't have outwardly admitted it, but she was feeling rather lonely, despite her habit of talking to strangers and being nice to old ladies: there was no one she could have dinner with and talk about stupid things or other things of the sort. Out of politeness, she rose from her seat and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry I could not be of more help, Mr. Petrov." | [atrb=valign,top] words. 412 tag. yuri notes. <3
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Post by Yuri Petrov on Feb 9, 2013 22:53:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] IT'S ME COMBINING NUMBERS IT'S ME JUST PLAYING GOD IT'S ME WHO'S MAKING RULES HERE I CANNOT COME UNDONE YOU SHOULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN Head inclined attentively, Yuri watched the professor impassively. As she echoed his word, he gave a small nod. "Indeed," He stated plainly. Really, he had a hard time summoning up a scenario that would require the woman to contact him outside of the context of his job. The judge was simply unused to social calls. Even the parties he attended were for work-related reasons, and the nights out on the town always had some sort of ulterior motive for his hidden hobbies. Still, perhaps remaining in contact with this teacher could be useful. She may end up having information he could utilize at some point in the future. At the very least, it would give him someone to talk to outside of work besides his mother. Not that he needed anyone to talk to, of course.
When Caroline's phone lit up, he took it as a convenient time to politely excuse himself. "There is nothing to apologize for. Do keep me in mind should any problems arise, yes?" His professional smile lingered on his lips, and he bowed his head to Caroline politely, "Until next we meet." Straightening his posture, he pivoted and made his way towards the door, slipping through the threshold and out into the hall. There were still plenty of faculty to speak to...this was going to be a long afternoon.
225 WORDS TAGGED Caroline; short exit post is short sorry ;n; |
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