Post by Ryphna St-John on Oct 3, 2009 20:06:28 GMT -5
Hey all!
So I have decided to keep my word count here... and maybe some extract of what I am writing for your enjoyement. Just to make one thing clean too: english isn't my first language and as I am writing without looking back some people might found that some sentence don't make great sense.... Sorry about that.
So I am at 2219 words!
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Rain was pouring on the wagon windows, bluring the landscape and giving to the young passenger a distorded vision of the world in wich she was about to enter.
She couldn't stop herself from thinking about what had brought her into this train. Only a day ago she was quietly working at the factory, putting together the pages of the next book to go to binding. The day had started as every other day of her quiet life but surprises were to come her way.
First her supervisor came to see them and warn them of an important client visiting the installations. It was quite surprising since most of the client didn't really mind about the way the factory operated, as long as the result was satisfying. They quickly cleaned their work station and kept working, everyone a little nervous to know who was the client and if he would indeed come to see what they were doing.
Her supervison had been fast to warn them when the director had come by with a tall young man. The stranger had a black suit who made him seem even slimer then he was already. Charm seemed to surround his every movement and his malicious smile made the young womens heart skip a beat. He carried a tall hat and a cane wich would surely make him look even taller. There was a red shine in his black hair who were just long enough to brush his shoulders.
The young man turned around, holding his free hand to a young lady who was soon to appear in the door frame. She was truly beautifull with long dark hair and pale blue eyes, her skin was fair and the simple black dress she whore with her travel coat showed her as delicate and sofisticate all at once.
In the noise and chaos of the factiry, the young women looked almost as still as a statue. She stepped in quietly and looked around dreamfully.
Her pale blue eyes seemed empty, as if she would have rather dream then be in this place. The man with her was always quick to fill the blanks left by her silence as the director kept asking her questions. When she walked slowly across the room up to Celania work station, her steps sounded clear, decided but not exactly present.
She looked at Celania without really seeing her, as if her gaze passed through the young women standing in front of her. Looking down at her work a slight shine of interest appeared in her gaze. She pointed the book the young women was preparing.
"It is a novel…"
Looking at one of the page, reading the words from the random place in the story, the young women smiled softly a love for words visible in her pale features.
"~Do you like it? " she asked in a whisper, turning away from the two men as if not to show them that she was talking to the young worker.
"One of her best work. She is a brillant autor."
"~She is…."
As the young lady turned to leave, Celania had a strange impression that sent a shiver running down her spine. The two man took the young lady away, continuing their visit across the rest of the factory.
The day went on and the young women forgot about the visit. It was way after the end of the day, as she placed the last folded sheets on the pile, when she realised she was now alone in her departement. It was not really a surprise, she often worked late. She looked out the small window over her supervisor desk, only glimer of the outside world in the factory, as she was expecting rain had started to fall hard in the gray streets of the metropolis. Nothing she could do but hope to find a way home without beeing too soaked.
Placing the cover on top of the book she would be binding the next day, the young women heard steps comming down the hall. The shuffles of a dress was accompagning the clear sound of hard soil shoes. Celania recognized some of the steps as the manager's. Voice were soon heard as the steps came closer.
"I am surprised you wanted to see the factory again. At this time of day things are a lot quieter since everyone have left for the day. I am very sorry that you don't get to see the equipment working."
"No need to be sorry. "
The voice froze the young women on the spot, it was the same voice that was whispering to her earlier in the day, but this time she sounded more confident, more in control of the situation.
The small group soon arrived at the folding and hand binding departement where they found Celania standing quietly at her work station.
"Well, well. Miss Anson. I didn't expect to find anyone here so late."
"I am sorry, Mr Director, I wanted to finish folding my work for tomorrow. I am leaving now…" She quickly steped toward her coat hanging on the wall when the young man and the lady steped in behind the director.
"Don't be such in a hurry, Miss… " Started the lady.
"Anson. Celania Anson, she is one of our best Hand Binder…." The director completed, giving the young lady more information then she would have needed. The young lady nodded slowly, observing the young women but this time with a different gaze then before. This time her eyes so blue were quite present and she felt again her gaze pierce her to the soul, looking at her deepest self.
A small light came in her dark gaze, she seemed to recognize the young women. She slowly walked up to her, her steps so silent that it gave the impression she was walking on clouds.She looked down at the cover of the book that was neatly set on the table.
Celania wasn't sure where to stand. She would have liked to leave the director and his guests to their business but somehow it seemed she was implied in those business without knowing why.
The young man looked the girl from head to toes.
"Is she the one you choosed for Miss St-Johns work?"
The old man nodded quietly and the young worker holded her breath in surprise. Turning shy eyes toward the young lady who was now turning delicately the pages set on the table, an idea stroke her. Was this young women Miss St-John? Could she really be the women who wrote all those story she had carefully binded hundreds of times?
The lady looked at the young women carefully, as if analysing her very soul. A half smile passed across her face and she noded to the director before turning to leave the room for the next place to visit.
Celania stayed in shock a moment, shaking herself out of her stupor she took her coat from the wall.
"I agree… It is somewhat disturbing to meet her."
The young women jumped in surprise, turning to find herself face to face with the young man.
"Let me help you with this….. " He took her coat from her hand and helped her put it on.
Celania felt shivers pass on her skin as his hands deposed her coat delicately over her skin.
"Why are you here so late? Don't you think you would worry your family to walk home so late under the storm?"
She shook her head vaguely, not really wanting to tell that she had no one who would wait for her anyway.
"I see… Allow us to give you a ride home."
The young women turned to look at the young man who offered her a charming smile.
"I would hate to impose myself…" She stepped back quickly, trying to keep her composture.
"MIss St-John is quite pleased by the work you do binding her books. She came back tonight to see more of your work"
The girl blushed brightly, turning her eyes away to hide her shyness. Such a great compliment comming from the writer she admired most had to be exagerated. Surely the young man just tryed to convince her to accept his offer. But then again the lady did recognized her and she did came back late at night to revisit the factory.
"Let me introduce myself… Kolif Silvason, I am at the service of Miss St-John…"
His smile was bright and charming, he offered his arm to the young women and she accepted, entranced.
"It will give me some time to talk to you about something…."
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So I have decided to keep my word count here... and maybe some extract of what I am writing for your enjoyement. Just to make one thing clean too: english isn't my first language and as I am writing without looking back some people might found that some sentence don't make great sense.... Sorry about that.
So I am at 2219 words!
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Rain was pouring on the wagon windows, bluring the landscape and giving to the young passenger a distorded vision of the world in wich she was about to enter.
She couldn't stop herself from thinking about what had brought her into this train. Only a day ago she was quietly working at the factory, putting together the pages of the next book to go to binding. The day had started as every other day of her quiet life but surprises were to come her way.
First her supervisor came to see them and warn them of an important client visiting the installations. It was quite surprising since most of the client didn't really mind about the way the factory operated, as long as the result was satisfying. They quickly cleaned their work station and kept working, everyone a little nervous to know who was the client and if he would indeed come to see what they were doing.
Her supervison had been fast to warn them when the director had come by with a tall young man. The stranger had a black suit who made him seem even slimer then he was already. Charm seemed to surround his every movement and his malicious smile made the young womens heart skip a beat. He carried a tall hat and a cane wich would surely make him look even taller. There was a red shine in his black hair who were just long enough to brush his shoulders.
The young man turned around, holding his free hand to a young lady who was soon to appear in the door frame. She was truly beautifull with long dark hair and pale blue eyes, her skin was fair and the simple black dress she whore with her travel coat showed her as delicate and sofisticate all at once.
In the noise and chaos of the factiry, the young women looked almost as still as a statue. She stepped in quietly and looked around dreamfully.
Her pale blue eyes seemed empty, as if she would have rather dream then be in this place. The man with her was always quick to fill the blanks left by her silence as the director kept asking her questions. When she walked slowly across the room up to Celania work station, her steps sounded clear, decided but not exactly present.
She looked at Celania without really seeing her, as if her gaze passed through the young women standing in front of her. Looking down at her work a slight shine of interest appeared in her gaze. She pointed the book the young women was preparing.
"It is a novel…"
Looking at one of the page, reading the words from the random place in the story, the young women smiled softly a love for words visible in her pale features.
"~Do you like it? " she asked in a whisper, turning away from the two men as if not to show them that she was talking to the young worker.
"One of her best work. She is a brillant autor."
"~She is…."
As the young lady turned to leave, Celania had a strange impression that sent a shiver running down her spine. The two man took the young lady away, continuing their visit across the rest of the factory.
The day went on and the young women forgot about the visit. It was way after the end of the day, as she placed the last folded sheets on the pile, when she realised she was now alone in her departement. It was not really a surprise, she often worked late. She looked out the small window over her supervisor desk, only glimer of the outside world in the factory, as she was expecting rain had started to fall hard in the gray streets of the metropolis. Nothing she could do but hope to find a way home without beeing too soaked.
Placing the cover on top of the book she would be binding the next day, the young women heard steps comming down the hall. The shuffles of a dress was accompagning the clear sound of hard soil shoes. Celania recognized some of the steps as the manager's. Voice were soon heard as the steps came closer.
"I am surprised you wanted to see the factory again. At this time of day things are a lot quieter since everyone have left for the day. I am very sorry that you don't get to see the equipment working."
"No need to be sorry. "
The voice froze the young women on the spot, it was the same voice that was whispering to her earlier in the day, but this time she sounded more confident, more in control of the situation.
The small group soon arrived at the folding and hand binding departement where they found Celania standing quietly at her work station.
"Well, well. Miss Anson. I didn't expect to find anyone here so late."
"I am sorry, Mr Director, I wanted to finish folding my work for tomorrow. I am leaving now…" She quickly steped toward her coat hanging on the wall when the young man and the lady steped in behind the director.
"Don't be such in a hurry, Miss… " Started the lady.
"Anson. Celania Anson, she is one of our best Hand Binder…." The director completed, giving the young lady more information then she would have needed. The young lady nodded slowly, observing the young women but this time with a different gaze then before. This time her eyes so blue were quite present and she felt again her gaze pierce her to the soul, looking at her deepest self.
A small light came in her dark gaze, she seemed to recognize the young women. She slowly walked up to her, her steps so silent that it gave the impression she was walking on clouds.She looked down at the cover of the book that was neatly set on the table.
Celania wasn't sure where to stand. She would have liked to leave the director and his guests to their business but somehow it seemed she was implied in those business without knowing why.
The young man looked the girl from head to toes.
"Is she the one you choosed for Miss St-Johns work?"
The old man nodded quietly and the young worker holded her breath in surprise. Turning shy eyes toward the young lady who was now turning delicately the pages set on the table, an idea stroke her. Was this young women Miss St-John? Could she really be the women who wrote all those story she had carefully binded hundreds of times?
The lady looked at the young women carefully, as if analysing her very soul. A half smile passed across her face and she noded to the director before turning to leave the room for the next place to visit.
Celania stayed in shock a moment, shaking herself out of her stupor she took her coat from the wall.
"I agree… It is somewhat disturbing to meet her."
The young women jumped in surprise, turning to find herself face to face with the young man.
"Let me help you with this….. " He took her coat from her hand and helped her put it on.
Celania felt shivers pass on her skin as his hands deposed her coat delicately over her skin.
"Why are you here so late? Don't you think you would worry your family to walk home so late under the storm?"
She shook her head vaguely, not really wanting to tell that she had no one who would wait for her anyway.
"I see… Allow us to give you a ride home."
The young women turned to look at the young man who offered her a charming smile.
"I would hate to impose myself…" She stepped back quickly, trying to keep her composture.
"MIss St-John is quite pleased by the work you do binding her books. She came back tonight to see more of your work"
The girl blushed brightly, turning her eyes away to hide her shyness. Such a great compliment comming from the writer she admired most had to be exagerated. Surely the young man just tryed to convince her to accept his offer. But then again the lady did recognized her and she did came back late at night to revisit the factory.
"Let me introduce myself… Kolif Silvason, I am at the service of Miss St-John…"
His smile was bright and charming, he offered his arm to the young women and she accepted, entranced.
"It will give me some time to talk to you about something…."
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