[Contact] Voicemail + Text
"Hello? My name is Alec. Alec Scudder. Hello?"
"Hello? My name is Alec. Alec Scudder. Hello?"
[Contact] Email + Post
Mr Alec Scudder, The Bramford Building #9, O'Connell Street, Darrow
alecscudder@dmail.com
Entry tags:
everything to do with you, down to your clothes
As much as Alec appreciated solitude, he was certainly not immune to feeling the ache of loneliness. Butternut (or 'Boathouse Cat' as Alec had nicknamed her), when she wasn't swatting at the fish swimming in the lake or chasing after mice and squirrels, could be incredibly affectionate toward him, and Alec had grown rather fond of her in return, but the company of a cat couldn't compare to the company of a fellow man - at least not one who was a friend.
There had been no answer to his knocking at the door to Biffy's apartment, so the next place he went looking was the clothing store where he knew Biffy was employed. Alec had never visited before, having no need or desire to wear such formal attire, but he would have a look around if it meant spending even a short amount of time with his good mate.
Looking at the smartly dressed mannequins at the front of store, Alec couldn't help but compare their outfits to the ill-fitting navy blue suit with the red tie which hung in his wardrobe. Alec hated that suit, but it was the only one he owned. He would much prefer a suit like the olive green one in front of him. Or perhaps the sky blue.
There had been no answer to his knocking at the door to Biffy's apartment, so the next place he went looking was the clothing store where he knew Biffy was employed. Alec had never visited before, having no need or desire to wear such formal attire, but he would have a look around if it meant spending even a short amount of time with his good mate.
Looking at the smartly dressed mannequins at the front of store, Alec couldn't help but compare their outfits to the ill-fitting navy blue suit with the red tie which hung in his wardrobe. Alec hated that suit, but it was the only one he owned. He would much prefer a suit like the olive green one in front of him. Or perhaps the sky blue.
Entry tags:
there is at times a magic in identity of position
"That'll be six dollars and twenty five cents."
Alec paid for his tuna salad sandwich and banana. He also had a chocolate bar in the pocket of his work jacket, something with a shiny blue wrapper which had caught his eye from behind the glass of the vending machine. The hot food options were tempting, but he'd tried a few before and found them all to be too salty. Unfortunately, much of the food in Darrow was either too salty or too sweet for Alec, and he hoped he would grow accustomed to it soon.
Another minor annoyance which he hoped to grow more accustomed to were his three co-workers. The other members of the hospital groundskeeping team were all much older than he was, as well as married with children, and he therefore felt excluded from many of their conversations. Sometimes they made jokes which he laughed at, sometimes they made jokes which he found close to cruel, but half of the time they made jokes which made no sense to him at all. They spent every lunch break together at the picnic table by the garage which stored the ride-on lawnmowers, but every single day, Alec found himself wanting not to join them. He always did, though. If they somehow found out that he had chosen to avoid them by sitting alone, it would only make his relationship with them even more uncomfortable.
Slowly making his way toward an exit, Alec looked around at the people sitting in the cafeteria, which was open to patients, visitors, and staff. He focused on a husband and wife sitting with their two young sons, one with a bandaged arm, and found himself thinking fondly of his own family. Behind them sat two older women, their physiognomy leading Alec to suspect they were either sisters or cousins. The two women were gripping tightly to one another's hands and both looked to be on the verge of tears. Alec quickly looked away from them. As he did so, his eyes fell on someone sitting close by. She was a pretty young woman, wearing scrubs, and Alec realised that he had seen her once before. On the day he had arrived in Darrow, she had been one of the people to help him.
He stopped walking and stared, trying to decide whether or not he should go over to her table and say something.
Alec paid for his tuna salad sandwich and banana. He also had a chocolate bar in the pocket of his work jacket, something with a shiny blue wrapper which had caught his eye from behind the glass of the vending machine. The hot food options were tempting, but he'd tried a few before and found them all to be too salty. Unfortunately, much of the food in Darrow was either too salty or too sweet for Alec, and he hoped he would grow accustomed to it soon.
Another minor annoyance which he hoped to grow more accustomed to were his three co-workers. The other members of the hospital groundskeeping team were all much older than he was, as well as married with children, and he therefore felt excluded from many of their conversations. Sometimes they made jokes which he laughed at, sometimes they made jokes which he found close to cruel, but half of the time they made jokes which made no sense to him at all. They spent every lunch break together at the picnic table by the garage which stored the ride-on lawnmowers, but every single day, Alec found himself wanting not to join them. He always did, though. If they somehow found out that he had chosen to avoid them by sitting alone, it would only make his relationship with them even more uncomfortable.
Slowly making his way toward an exit, Alec looked around at the people sitting in the cafeteria, which was open to patients, visitors, and staff. He focused on a husband and wife sitting with their two young sons, one with a bandaged arm, and found himself thinking fondly of his own family. Behind them sat two older women, their physiognomy leading Alec to suspect they were either sisters or cousins. The two women were gripping tightly to one another's hands and both looked to be on the verge of tears. Alec quickly looked away from them. As he did so, his eyes fell on someone sitting close by. She was a pretty young woman, wearing scrubs, and Alec realised that he had seen her once before. On the day he had arrived in Darrow, she had been one of the people to help him.
He stopped walking and stared, trying to decide whether or not he should go over to her table and say something.