horrorempathy:
THE E-MAIL ON HER PHONE DOESN’T, —— always load automatically but when it DOES, it’s usually at a very pertinent time. Well, SEMI-pertinent. claire’s phone vibrates inside of her black PANTS, but she doesn’t look down, she doesn’t even go for the phone RIGHT away. there’s just a manila folder of budding events happening in and AROUND tall oaks, mysterious instances that are raising alarms and calls being sent to the world’s biggest organizations for a little bit of ANSWERS because the local police have ZERO answers. right now claire’s in the middle of discussing sending a couple of AGENTS out there for a look see, lend a help in the medical department, return hope SAFELY. it’s ending up being decided that asking for volunteers will be the COURSE of ACTION.
———————————————— normally the ONLY person that doesn’t call the office directly to get A HOLD of her is either moira or barry burton. no text, she finally notices that there’s a (1) new message icon on her email folder. spam probably. her busiest email is her WORK email. so imagine that LITTLE BIT of shock when she realizes who it is. claire runs her calloused fingers through her NOW SHORT hair. furrows brows. it only takes a second of reading that message to REMEMBER how much sherry meant to her.
HOW MUCH SHE MISSED SHERRY.
she’ll take the initiative. fingers find sherry’s number and claire CALLS it.
Sherry knew someone would call her lie if she stated, the first few minutes she hadn’t sat waiting. Because she most definitely had. She’d been hoping it would be an instant reply. Some part of her had hoped that Claire marked her E-mail address as important. Swift access to someone else's life & full attention. Sherry ended up leaving her desk, paperwork was done, she wasn’t being sent anywhere, & her co-workers were busy.
That left little Birkin alone & feeling it.
Trailing around corridors she had long already memorized. She found herself wondering if maybe TerraSave should have been her choice. Every time that thought entered her mind, it exited as fast. People were proud of her & with her abilities, she was in the right spot. Thoughts suddenly ceased when she felt the vibration & tune emitting from her pocket. Device pulled from her back pocket reading the name across the screen. She didn't even have a contact photo of Claire.
“ -- It’s been a while, Claire.”
