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| Scene Title | Crossing Paths |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Agnes and Abby cross in the Nite Owl, but from it comes an opportunity for employment. |
| Date | August 12, 2009 |
The Nite owl is having one of it's rare moments of quiet in it's 24 hour operation status. Since it tends to be populated by law enforcement, and those people tend to be out at all hours, it stays open still 24 hours a day. Natasha the red headed waitress walks away from a booth in the middle of the long and thin diner, taking the time to wipe the tables in the morning Lull.
A wavy haired blond is at the table, medical textbooks spread out on the table spread out and open, scribbling notes. One notebook teeters precariously on the edge, in danger of being on the floor is Abigail doesn't pay attention. The little gold cross around her neck dangles as she moves her arm and transfer's knowledge from the books to the binder and paper. A proverbial black cloud seems to hang over the woman and darken her face. Someone's in a bad mood.
Agnes makes her way into the diner, glancing around with the absent curiosity of someone who hasn't been in here before. The lay of the land is attained quickly enough though, and she starts heading towards the counter to take up one of those stools. However, passing by Abigail's table is also when her path crosses with Natasha's, and in stepping back to move out of the way of the waitress, she brushes up against the edge of the table, likely bumping the book that has been hanging there so precariously, though she doesn't immediately notice anything amiss.
THUNK
Down goes the book with a lound smack that makes Abigail jump in her seat and look over at Agnes. "fabulous, thank you, thank you very much. The place is empty and yet somehow, you manage to bump into my table" The ordinarily perky blond just frowns, leaning over from her spot to try and grab her book, fingers barely brushing against the cover. "Natasha! You have a customer!"
"God," Agnes replies, turning around while rolling her eyes a bit. She had been on the brink of apologizing, once she'd realized what the noise was and that it was she who caused it, but the other girl's bad mood just gets her back up in a hurry. "You're welcome," she goes on, replying just as sarcastically to that sarcastic thank you. Still, if Abigail still hasn't succeeded in reaching it, Agnes drops down into a crouch to pick up the book, using a corner of the table as leverage, since those platform soles of hers don't make the acrobatics so easy.
The book is taken from Agnes as she picks it up and hands it back over. A book about the finer points of human anatomy. Another one about diseases and the like, and a third book about … who knows what. They're all medical in nature and there's diagrams everywhere on the sheets of paper. "Thanks" Okay, this time it wasn't sarcastic and mean.
"Just, it's a bad day" She's turned apologetic, realizing how rude and mean she'd sounded. Abigail was never rude or mean. "Sorry" A redhead pokes her head out, hair up in a near beehive and the classic pink diner's uniform. "hello miss! Need a menu?". "Nat, her foods on me" even as she's settling the book to some place safe so as not to repeat the incident.
Straightening back up with help of the table, Agnes gives a one-shouldered shrug to the sincere thanks, though it isn't brushing it off so much as rendering the thank you unnecessary; a non-verbal 'don't mention it'. Looking between the other girl and the waitress who has now appeared, Aggie considers insisting that it's really not necessary her meal be paid for. But then, times are tough, so why turn down a freely given offer? "Um, sure. Menu would be great. And coffee - black, with four sugars." She's a fan of the sugar rush. She glances back down at Abigail's table then. "I guess I'd be pretty pissy too, if I was stuck studying that," she grants, wrinkling her nose a bit as she peers unabashedly at the books and notes.
"Necessary evil when you're trying to become an EMT. Half the stuff I don't think i'll even get. I just look at the page and it's all a jumble of words. I'm trying to think why my friends even think I can do this when … When I can't even remeber what the different foot bones are" She shakes her head, flipping books closed, "I keep telling them i'm not smart enough" But the books aren't responsible for her mood. Natasha comes around with a pot of coffee, flipping the cup in front of Agnes upwards and fills it with the brown liquid before she makes a round to Abby's table and then disappears again to let the brunette make up her mind about what she'll eat. "I'm Abby"
Agnes drops down heavily onto the stool that goes with her coffee cup, reaching her entire upper body across the counter in order to grab the sugar packets and drag them towards herself. "What, is that really gonna come up? Like you'll get a call and it's gonna make a difference which foot bone the guy's broken?" Not that this helps with the studying. Four packets of sugar are pulled from the container and shaken heartily before she rips them all open at once and dumps a mass of sweet granules into the coffee. "Agnes," she offers in return.
"Maybe. I dunno" The blonde replies. Her own coffee pulled close and nothing added to it. She takes it straight. "I think it's possibly when you are rattling off whats wrong to the doctors when you're bringing the patient in and tomorrow we're working on IV's. So i'm gonna get stuck with needles all afternoon" Tehre's hardly anything today that wil make Abby smile. Possibly. "You going to school?"
"So you say, 'this guy's foot is fucked up'," Agnes suggests practically, though it's spoken with a little smirk. "Seriously, I dare you to put that down on your exam or whatever." Well, why not. Rather than stir the coffee with a spoon, she just swirls the liquid around a few times before taking a sip, positioning herself with her back to the counter once she's given the menu a quick glance. "Nah. That whole thing kinda didn't work out. I'm just, y'know, perusing my options…"
"Necessary evil when you're trying to become an EMT. Half the stuff I don't think i'll even get. I just look at the page and it's all a jumble of words. I'm trying to think why my friends even think I can do this when … When I can't even remeber what the different foot bones are" She shakes her head, flipping books closed, "I keep telling them i'm not smart enough" But the books aren't responsible for her mood. Natasha comes around with a pot of coffee, flipping the cup in front of Agnes upwards and fills it with the brown liquid before she makes a round to Abby's table and then disappears again to let the brunette make up her mind about what she'll eat. "I'm Abby"
Agnes drops down heavily onto the stool that goes with her coffee cup, reaching her entire upper body across the counter in order to grab the sugar packets and drag them towards herself. "What, is that really gonna come up? Like you'll get a call and it's gonna make a difference which foot bone the guy's broken?" Not that this helps with the studying. Four packets of sugar are pulled from the container and shaken heartily before she rips them all open at once and dumps a mass of sweet granules into the coffee. "Agnes," she offers in return.
"Maybe. I dunno" The blonde replies. Her own coffee pulled close and nothing added to it. She takes it straight. "I think it's possibly when you are rattling off whats wrong to the doctors when you're bringing the patient in and tomorrow we're working on IV's. So i'm gonna get stuck with needles all afternoon" There's hardly anything today that wil make Abby smile. Possibly. "You going to school?"
"So you say, 'this guy's foot is fucked up'," Agnes suggests practically, though it's spoken with a little smirk. "Seriously, I dare you to put that down on your exam or whatever." Well, why not. Rather than stir the coffee with a spoon, she just swirls the liquid around a few times before taking a sip, positioning herself with her back to the counter once she's given the menu a quick glance. "Nah. That whole thing kinda didn't work out. I'm just, y'know, perusing my options…"
"ohh, I don't think they'd appreciate me using foul language, but, pretty much, yeah. I think it's, just.. it's necessarys tuff in case I want to go up my further levels of EMT training and become a paramedic" yes, there apparently is a difference. books are stacked into a backpack, binder closed and diagrams hidden from view. "Where do you work, if you don't mind my asking?" She still looks like she's in a crappy mood, there's no really helping that, but she's at least becoming more social with the interaction from Agnes.
"Sorta the fun of using foul language, if you ask me," Agnes points out with a smirk, of whether or not people would appreciate it. "Anyway, I guess… do what you gotta do. You like this stuff, right? Know this is what you wanna do with your life? 'Cause otherwise, it sorta seems like a lot of pain and suffering for something you don't enjoy. Otherwise, well, I guess you'll find some way to get through." She shrugs a shoulder, indifferent despite that somewhat thought-out answer. She takes a sip of her coffee before setting the mug back on the counter. "Work? Well, I'm sorta doing some stuff for this woman, but it's nothing formal really. I just got here like a week ago, so I'm just trying to figure out what the hell, you know?"
"I used ot be able to heal by touching people. An evolved healer or so my registration cards says. But I can't anymore so.. I gotta learn to do it the old fashioned way. The hard way. To help people in a different way and make a difference in the world" So yes, in a way, she will enjoy it. Maybe not as much as she did healing, but, it'll be as close as she can get to what she used to be able to do. "You could always ask natasha for a job, Nite Owl was where I started when I moved here. Or, if your looking for something a bit more exciting…"
"Ohh," Agnes replies, nodding slowly a few times. One of those. "I didn't know you could … lose that," she admits frankly, shrugging her shoulders. Abigail gets a curious look, which Aggie doesn't really bother trying to hide - at least it's benign and merely inquisitive. "Anyway, I guess if you need to help people, that's a good way to do it." She, of course, is far too cynical for that whole thing, so her world-weary attitude tries to lead one to believe. There's a thoughtful glance back over her shoulder, as she considers this as a job option. She does like to cook… Though this isn't quite the sort of cooking she's used to. "Exciting?" she asks, curiosity arising again as she turns back to Abigail.
"How old are you?" Because that's sorta a clincher really. "If you're at least 20, and you're willing to learn" Abigail studies the other girl. "I own a bar, and I could use another bartender. Whether you know how to mix drinks and serve beer, doesn't matter, just so long as you can keep track of money and you don't mind rowdy men and noise"
"Be twenty-one in October. For real. I know I look young, but if I'm gonna lie about it, I'd be twenty-one now," Agnes points out pre-emptively, with a slight edge to her tone that might suggest she's a bit used to getting flak and disbelief; but then, being intrigued by the offer, she dials it down a bit. "Bartending, huh? Never lost track of a dollar yet. And hey, rowdy men and noise just sound like an entertaining night."
'Ever seen a movie called Coyote Ugly?" Great! Someone to replace Izzy at the bar. Not that anyone could replace the origional owner, but it meant that Abby wouldn't have to worry too much and need to pinch shifts for folks.
Agnes laughs appreciatively as she gives a nod. "Yeah, who hasn't," she replies with a grin, brushing some hair back from her eyes. "I bet you can make some wicked tips like that." She picks up her coffee, looking down into it for a moment before nodding again a few times. "Sounds like something I could definitely handle."
"It's called Old Lucy's, it's in Greenwich Village. Drop by and talk to Becky. She's a redhead and dresses… well, you can't miss her. She'll figure out how much you know, and what you need to know and let you try. If she likes you, she'll tell me to hire you full time. I need someone else though, with school, I don't have the time to keep filling in spots and the girls are all working longer shifts"
"Old Lucy's. Talk to Becky with the red hair. Got it," Agnes repeats back, making a mental note. "I don't really have anything but time right now, so I got that going for me." There's a faint smirk with that, as she swirls the remains of her coffee about in its cup. "And thanks. For hooking me up." It comes out a little awkward, but she does seem to mean it.
"wasn't that long ago I came to the city and Isabelle gave me a job at Old Lucy's and took a chance on 'the nun' as she and they call me. It's only fair that I do the same. She'd expect me to." There's an honest smile. "Just tell em the Nun sent you."
"The Nun, huh?" Agnes replies, her grin gone a little wryer at that statement. "Taking it that's not an ironic nickname like when they call some bald guy 'Curly'." Of course, she is above such things, but she curbs the attitude a bit, not wanting to poison things now.
"Nah, it's cause I wouldn't get up on the bar to dance, I wouldn't wear what they wear and I sure as heck wouldnt' take off my cross. It worked for me. The Nun from Old Lucy's" There's a glance to her phone and the time on the face of it. "I need to head off, I need to take my cat to the vet. It was nice to meet you Agnes" Her bag is hefted and the green and white racing striped helmet from behind that backpack is picked up. Cash slid across the counter to pay for her own drink and whatever Agnes gets. "Tell Natasha i'll be back tomorrow to get her help. See you around" She's confidant the woman will show up at the bar
Agnes gives a little snort. Not quite making fun of 'the Nun' for that, but perhaps enough to suggest that none of those things will be a problem for her - if such things weren't already rather obvious. "Sure, yeah. Don't let me keep you. Cat would never forgive me." There's another grin with that, though this one is less wry. "Nice to meet you too. I'll be sure and pass on the message. See you around maybe."
"No maybe, i'll be seeing you. God put you in my path for a reason" Spoken in her southern drawl as it has been the entire time as she's pushing out the door. Beyond the window she's settling her backpack into the storage on a pea green old scooter, the word Lazarus in gold over the wheel well. helmet slipped on, visor down, off Abby goes off into the rest of the city.