bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
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Yes, Zoe was in her office on a Saturday.

No, she didn't mind much.

Because yes, she was charging the powers that be overtime for these hours.

The door is open for anyone who needs her.

[Feel free to drop by, but the door's mainly open for...yeah, I'm not even going to finish that joke. *g*]

Date: 2006-09-03 06:12 am (UTC)
notajar: (croup and vandemar)
From: [personal profile] notajar
"London." Door smiles a little wistfully. "The underside of London. It's home. But not safe, not now." She glances down at her hands for a second, then back up at Zoe, because she wants to be safe, but there's right and wrong, as well.

"If I stay here, though, I can't promise here will stay safe. The...creatures...I was running from wouldn't hesitate to hurt anyone they thought could lead them to me." Then she shakes her head. "No, that's not quite right. They'd hesitate, but only to enjoy it a bit longer."

Date: 2006-09-03 06:55 am (UTC)
notajar: (considering)
From: [personal profile] notajar
Door thinks about that, then she thinks that if she thinks too much about it, she'll think about things she daren't think about yet. She'll slow down, and she can't do that, not...yet.

"What... do I do?" she finally asks. "I've never been to a school before."

Date: 2006-09-03 06:02 pm (UTC)
notajar: (scholar)
From: [personal profile] notajar
Door nods as she leafs through the descriptions. "I've read about schools in books. Just we don't really have them in London Below." She chokes for a moment on whether or not she can say the words, but they do come out smoothly enough when she opens her mouth again. "My parents taught us things like this. Reading, history, maths." Opening, she doesn't add.

Date: 2006-09-03 10:25 pm (UTC)
notajar: (hmm)
From: [personal profile] notajar
It's safe, they keep telling Door. It's certainly strange, and judging from most of the accents, it's far enough away from London Below that the only way she'll be found is if someone tells them she's here.

And then there's this matter of her 'guardian.'

"I suppose I do," Door says, the decision making itself as she speaks. She indicates herself with a twist of her wrist. "What you see is what you get, though. Going back to my house alone would be suicidal, and I've no money for new clothes, or books. I don't even know how de Carabas is paying for this."

Date: 2006-09-03 11:29 pm (UTC)
notajar: (considering)
From: [personal profile] notajar
Door studies the sheet of paper, only half comprehending what she's looking at, but still aware that represents more real-world money than she's ever seen, and far more than a man like the Marquis de Carabas could lay his hands on. And if he had managed it somehow...

"He owed my father a favour," she says, shaking her head in confusion and handing back the paper. "But not that big a favour. What's he going to want from me, I wonder." The last, she mutters to herself more than to Zoe, before looking up again. "Sorry, you won't know that, of course."

Date: 2006-09-04 02:46 am (UTC)
notajar: (de carabas)
From: [personal profile] notajar
"I doubt he wants to hurt me; he's just...self-motivated," Door explains. "To say the least."

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