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@misshazel-kennedy
I practically live there. That’s more for sleep. Try Ginger tea. Ginger helps with nausea, dizziness and calms upset stomachs. It also minimizes other flu symptoms.
There's lots of other great places to go too though, you wouldn't want to miss out on them. Oh, I guess that's why I've been so sleepy. I didn't know that. I'll guess try ginger tea and see if it's really that great. Did you learn this from someone in your family?
Meow’s it going?
Haha get it?
I think that's the first thing that's made me smile. I'm a bit sick, so you should probably stay away, but how are you doing?
I love anything water related, so I feel you. No, I just know the right herbal tea to use.
Have you been by the river yet? It's really beautiful there. I just usually drink Chamomile with honey in it. Is that the wrong sort to use?
I could say medicine instead, but I don’t see the point in that. It’s more specific than medicine. Uh, thanks. So, what were ya doing to catch yourself a cold?
But if it just confuses the other person, maybe medicine is the better word? Although, it really just depends on whom you're with, I guess. I was out when it was raining. Probably for a little too long.
I don’t think sickness is cause by oneself. Unless you eat like rotten food or something. I make some great tea.
No, not usually. But I just stayed out in the rain for a little too long. Really? Do you have a secret ingredient or something?
I feel bad for you. DO you want some tea or something?
Oh, there's no reason to feel bad. It's probably my fault actually. But tea would be nice.
All right, your choice. No explosions, but we could get there in the future. My paper’s about Pharmacogenetics and Pharmacogenomics. Medicine and stuff. I think, anyway. I have all this stuff that I haven’t organized yet, so I’ll figure it out.
That's interesting, explosions were always my favorite part of chemistry. ...Pharmaco um, I have no idea what those are. Couldn't you just say medicine instead? But good luck. It sounds like a bunch of work, but I'm sure you'll do a great job.
Need some meds? Got some around here, so I can give ‘em to ya. Little bit, yeah. They let me mix up some stuff the other day. It was pretty fun, I guess. Getting a lot of stuff for my paper.
I think I'll just bear through it. I don't really like medicine, but thank you. That's cool. Did any of it explode or is it not that kind of science? What's your paper about?
Says she’s got strep. Have you got the same or just a cold? Been all right. Workflow, the usual. Gettin’ into a routine.
Oh wow, that's awful. I don't really know. Just a fever I guess. I probably shouldn't be up right now, but I get restless. That sounds nice. Are the scientists still treating you like their personal servant?
You and Cassandra. Something must be going around.
Really? I hope she's alright. Hopefully it's nothing that a little tea and sleep won't fix. How've you been Caden?
I think I caught a cold. I didn't know you could get sick in the summer.
It’s was kinda a mistake..under the influence and all that when I was trying to think of a name. Kinda yea, songs, poetry if you’d like to call it that. Or you can do anything, or thing anything, and not have to worry about real life for a while? Yea, I know the feeling. That’s not weird, to be honest, seeing you so into it, gave me inspiration to start writing again, I’d stopped for a while, and now I’m trying to get back into it, so thank you Miss. Hazel.
I just made a big mistake, really. I’m working on fixing it. I consider myself a nomad, I’m here for as long as I feel comfortable.
Oh, but it's still a nice name. And I think it's better than just calling her a guitar, makes her special right? I definitely think so. The best songs I know could really be poems as well, but the melody behind them just make them even more beautiful. It makes me wish I'd bothered to learn a bit of guitar or piano when I was younger. Exactly, it's really nice not having to worry about anything for a while. Oh gosh, really? That's wonderful, I'm really glad I could help you get some inspiration back in some way. Although I really didn't do anything, I was just writing.
I wish you the best of luck then, and I'm sure you'll be able to. I'll cross my fingers for you. That sound really nice, it must be wonderful to be able to travel all over.
What are you writing?
Oh, just a short story. It's not very good yet though. How're you Cassandra?
Yeah, biotechnology. I don’t mind it. Just wish they wouldn’t do the coffee thing, since I’m there to be studying & working. Ha! That would be funny. Might do that. I’m just forgetful, but I’ll probably remember now.
Biotechnology? What sort of stuff do you do in that field? Yeah, that's a bit rude of them, but maybe they were just having a bad day and didn't want to do it themselves. You never know. It would be, you should do it if they keep treating you like a slave. Oh, alright. Sounds good.
I know. I couldn’t live my life without distractions. Granted, I read a lot of textbooks, it still worked. Yes it is. Painting comforts me in so many ways, I don’t know if I could handle life without that either. Wow, that’s a bit confusing to me. Wow, that sounds tough, I’m sorry. I think I’ve only read A Christmas Carol from him.
Mmh, distractions are nice. As long as you don't overdo them or anything. Textbooks? I think the only ones I liked from that were the history ones. Math and science always scared me a bit. I guess everyone has that one thing. It'd be awful if you didn't. Um, the ladylike part? It's fine, I mean, they only wanted the best for me. Although their way of going about it wasn't the best. Oh, I get that, A Christmas Carol is a classic. I like that one too.
Exploring Verona || Caden and Hazel
“What kind of places? Fantasy worlds?” Caden asked, not quite sure what she meant. He didn’t really understand much that required any sort of imagination or thinking beyond what was directly in front of him. Seeing, to Caden, was believing. He just couldn’t put his faith in something that couldn’t be seen when so many intangible concepts had proven fallible to him. Trust. Love. Hope. He never could understand creativity and creative people, nor did he truly care to. But he was trying to play nice. Maybe he’d figure it out in the process of doing so. “Guess you really like improvising. Been trying to get me to jump on the bandwagon since I got here,” Caden chuckled as he looked over at the girl. There wasn’t much more to see around them, so he would just take cues from the other blonde to figure out the next step.
Caden nodded. “Exactly. And when it’s all said and done, you’ve got this as a reminder of your work. You don’t need anybody to tell ya good job, and you don’t rely on that for it to matter. You have something to see and live even longer than you.” The quiet that fell over them after he replied wasn’t uncomfortable. While Hazel had dragged him out of his comfort zone to play explorers, the trip had been decidedly less uncomfortable than Caden would have expected. It was easy to be around the girl. Caden felt like she didn’t expect much out of him, which was the usual case. People expected him to be the asshole they knew he was, or they expected him to throw that all away and show a little love. Hazel didn’t push him to be someone else, though, aside from the whole getting him out here in the first place. She didn’t make him talk. She didn’t ask too many questions. Caden could get used to that. “Yeah?” Caden asked, watching her as she spoke, paying little attention to him. Her blonde head seemed lost in thought, probably conjuring tales and stories that might have been. “What do you reckon happened here?”
"Sometimes, but usually it's more places like this. Old, but still a part of history and what happened." There was something about living in the past, or just in the pages of a book that appealed to Hazel. There you had control, knew just what would happen in the future, and you could shut it out by closing the cover if you didn't like it. Other things, real world things, were messy and left you crumpled up with no motivation to do anything anymore. But she figured that she'd spent enough time feeling sorry for herself to realize that it really wasn't like her. And so she'd pushed it to the back of her mind, buried underneath the excitement of being in Verona and being able to do whatever she wanted. Giving a quiet laugh she grinned, "I guess I am, I've just never liked fitting a mold. Maybe that's where it started." She glanced away from the ceiling for a second to look at Caden. Contemplating him lightheartedly. "Trying? Or succeeding?"
That was the most he'd spoken to her this whole time, and she wondered if there were many whom he'd say something like that to. There was no act behind the words, just plain admiration and respect. She thought for a moment that he looked younger like that, nothing weighing him down. Not that she would question it, it wasn't her place and she didn't think he'd appreciate it if she did. Rather, she was just grateful she'd gotten a glimpse of what seemed to lie behind the act. For whatever reason. Finally she broke through the silence, her voice sounding a bit distant to her ears. "It's like that with books too, you know. Good ones at least. They pass on stories of people and places, just like buildings." At his question she brightened up, this was more lighthearted, something easy to talk about. Not necessarily true, but entertaining nonetheless. "Maybe it was once a safe house, for people who were wrongfully convicted. The builders, relatives trying to watch out for them by building tunnels underneath the city through which they could escape. But one day they dug too close to the river, flooding the tunnels and making the building useless except for those in need of shelter." There was nothing gooey and romantic in her story, although she supposed she could have added that, but Caden didn't seem to be the sort of guy who'd appreciate it.
Uh, yea I am actually, Betty’s her name. No, I think it’s beautiful. I feel that way when in the middle of a good song, writing it down lyrics and such, it’s nice to get lost sometimes.
Yea, that was pretty fun, though the aftermath wasn’t. Nah, no colds, thanks for worrying though. I’m Gavin, it’s nice to meet a friendly face.
Really? That's a nice name. So you're a writer too? Sort of, at least? It really is. It's like you can be anyone and do anything when you're in that place. I hope this doesn't sound weird, but it's helped me write sometimes, when you play.
I can imagine, I hope nothing too bad happened. Nothing that you can't fix at least. Oh, no problem. The water just looked a tad cold. Nice to meet you officially too. Are you just passing through?
