Post by Camille on Mar 8, 2010 18:47:48 GMT -8
The office is different, very different, it has all been rearranged. Come to think of it, much of the Haven has been different in some way. Camille has been cleaning house, not of dust, or dirt, that is done by the retainers. She is making an attempt to cleanse the place of the memories of the infernalist that once lived here. She figures it's hers to do with as she wishes, so she has been busily moving furniture about and getting rid of anything that reminds her too strongly of Malak, or Hathath. More than ever she is feeling a very strong urge to leave, but she knows that is not sensible so she uses that desire for change to fuel this project. At one point she comes across a damaged book on the shelf, 'The Art Of War' by Sun Tzu. She takes a seat in one of the offices chairs, examines the damage to the binding, and decides she should find someone who can repair it properly. She pulls her legs up on the chair, wraps her arms around them, and rests her forehead on her knees. In the barest whisper she says,
"It's not his fault but he's responsible because he's in charge. What are we ever going to do now?"
She uncurls from the chair and slams the book onto the desk, careful to use enough force to make a loud noise without cracking the marble or damaging the book further. After all that wouldn't do much good would it? Her frustration is quite obvious but she visibly calms herself and continues moving the furniture around.
"It's not his fault but he's responsible because he's in charge. What are we ever going to do now?"
She uncurls from the chair and slams the book onto the desk, careful to use enough force to make a loud noise without cracking the marble or damaging the book further. After all that wouldn't do much good would it? Her frustration is quite obvious but she visibly calms herself and continues moving the furniture around.