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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 27, 2010 21:47:26 GMT -8
"That would be me. Sorry again for my terrible spelling and grammar." Tamika smiled slightly, a bit amused that the first guy she found online that had seen shadows was the same guy she had agreed to work with in real life. Then she turned toward Atlas for the first time since she got in the car.
"You know, as much as I hate to admit it, AshestoAshes did have a point. Despite the fact that anyone could see the blog, it being on a Greenweb server does imply that most of the people that go on it are probably from Greenvale. I wonder if we'll end up seeing our favorite cross dressing, malt liquor drinking net troll in real life."
After a bit, Tamika sighed and then ran her hand through her hair. "I might as well just bite the bullet and say it.""Look, really, I'm sorry. Not just for today, but for saying that you might not be useful before. To be honest, you probably saved my ass with the mansion thing today. If I'd gone alone I'm not sure that I'd ever have gotten out of that mansion again. It's just..." she tried to think of an excuse, but failed. "I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass."
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Post by Atlas on Dec 27, 2010 22:41:43 GMT -8
Atlas chuckled. "I figured. I'm going to send a letter to Greenweb to see if they can fit their blog system with a spelling and grammar check. At the very least, I'm going to hire someone to proofread your posts."
He thought about what AshesToAshes was saying. Perhaps the man did have a point, as big a jackass as he was. "I hope we don't meet him. Doesn't sound like a pleasant person. Though it might put me on an even footing with him. Truth be told, I'm not very good at debating on the internet. It's rather different than debating in a court room. No room for reading the other person's reactions, and sarcasm is completely lost on the internet." he sighed. He leaned back a bit in his car seat. "The only good thing is that remarks about one's mother are acceptable on the internet. Everytime I did the same in a court room, it always came back to bite me in the ass later. I feel bad for AshesToAshes' parents, though..." he mused.
He sat back for a bit. Even going downwards, Stewart's driveway wasn't exactly a quick drive. "You could practically fit a whole community along this driveway. How does he have the patience to deal with this thing every day." he thought.
He had listened to Tamika's apology. Pain in the ass was hardly the term Atlas would use to describe her. Perhaps impulsive, but certainly not a pain.
"If I recall correctly, you helped me out quite considerably with Mister Stewart puzzle. If I didn't have you with me, I would have still been playing an over-sized incomplete game of chess." he smiled. "Besides, it's...comforting to at least know someone else has experienced these supernatural occurrences and will at least believe me when I talk about them. I've spent too much of my life facing my own trials alone..." he paused a bit. His mind was fast forwarding through his life, from childhood where he bullied, to law school where he studied alone obsessively, to his career in the city. He had very few friends, and he left them all behind when he moved to Greenvale. The other people he could really talk to were his mother and brother.
And maybe Tamika as well.
"You're not a bad person, Tamika. You can be impulsive at times, but there is definitely a sharp mind in there as well."
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 28, 2010 2:55:23 GMT -8
Tamika found it interesting that Atlas had faced most of life alone. He didn't seem unfriendly to her and would have expected him to have at least several friends. Or at least more than her none.
"Yeah, same goes for me as well. I think the last person who I worked with was...my brother." She remembered how he kept helping her, especially after the many times dad got drunk and beat. And most of all during her suicide attempt. Tamika rubbed her wrists and looked at Atlas.
"'Not a bad person.' Yeah, tell that to all the people I left behind in Chicago and Philadelphia." Atlas's words, though she knew they were meant as compliments, only served to remind her how different things would be if he knew a few of the things she'd done. "Yeah, at best he'd just tell me to stay away from him. Worst, he'd sick the FBI on me." "Thanks Atlas," she said, sounding a tad bit depressed. Then she went back to staring out her side window.
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Post by Atlas on Dec 28, 2010 7:18:13 GMT -8
Atlas couldn't help but notice that after she talked about her brother, she had rubbed her wrists. "Hmm...something about her past...she attempted suicide at one point. But why? She doesn't seem like a person with a troubled past."
She also sound a tad depressed when she had thanked him. "What did I say?" he wondered. Something was eating away at Tamika and he didn't know what. He didn't feel like asking yet though. He wasn't entirely sure if she trusted him yet.
The car ride remained silent until they reached the parking lot at the bottom. Atlas had gotten out of the car in order to say goodbye to Tamika. "Well, I'll see you sometime later today. I have to get back to the office. Law business isn't going to run itself." he grinned.
"Goodbye Tamika. I hope the rest of your day is better."
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 28, 2010 7:34:22 GMT -8
"Thanks, I hope so too. Later Atlas." Tamika smiled then headed back to her Celica. "Well, he doesn't seem too angry with me. And I got to explain things to Micheal. Maybe this morning hasn't been a complete failure." Yet she still remembered how Mr. Stewart had threatened her. As she pulled out of the lot and back onto the main road, she swore that she was never going back to this mansion again.
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Post by Atlas on Dec 28, 2010 8:29:23 GMT -8
Atlas got back into his car to drive away behind Tamika. He let out a yawn as he turned on the ignition. He wasn't looking forward to working today, though hopefully, he'd be able to make up for the sleep tonight.
He still had some thoughts on his mind thought... "What was the reason I came to Greenvale anyways..."
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