Tell Me a Story – Part IX

Last week I asked you all to decide if Kate would choose to be rushed off to the hospital or stay put. Wow, were you guys all over place. Even within your own comments, some of couldn’t seem to commit to one choice or the other. It was also interesting to see the varying opinions of Eli coming out.

You know, other than him being “hawt”.

Being that I am seriously lacking in patience, I had to whip up this installment last night. There will still be another one on Thursday, so this week is a two for one!

Enjoy.

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I shook my head. “I’ll be okay.”

Carl fidgeted. “I don’t know. Maybe I should call. I think I have to call if someone falls, for liability reasons or something.”

Eli spoke up. “You’re right, Carl, probably hotel policy for slips or falls. Is that what happened, Kate?”

“No, I just got a little dizzy.” I held the edges of my long sleeves, keeping my wrists hidden. “Probably low blood sugar. I think I just need to eat a something and rest.”

Eli looked up at Carl and smiled. “Would you mind giving us a moment to sort things out, Carl?”

“Oh, um, sure. Of course.” Carl ambled back over to his place behind the front desk. Eli watched him walk away, then turned his attention back towards me. He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? You’re not hurt?”

I pulled my arms in, hugging myself tight trying to stop the shaky feeling in my gut as I argued with myself. I should go to the hospital and call the police. After all, I was abducted and stuffed in a tree. That isn’t something you shrug off, right?

“I’m okay, I think. To be honest, the last thing I want is to sit in an ER for hours, then get poked, prodded, and questioned.”

“I understand.” Eli gently placed a hand on my arm. “Do you have any idea who the men were?”

I shook my head. “None. I didn’t recognize their voices and their faces were covered. The only thing they said was that my ‘friend’ was going to get me in trouble.”

Eli frowned, his forehead wrinkling. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”

I watched Eli walk to the front desk, leaning in to chat with Carl. Their voices blended with the hum of soft jazz and the occasional crackle of the fireplace.

I looked down at my arms, lifting the edge of one sleeve slightly to examine the self-inflicted wounds from my escape. The combination of dirt and dried blood made it difficult to assess how bad the cuts were, but I reassured myself that the lack of bleeding was a sign that it wasn’t serious enough to change my mind about the hospital.

“Come on.”

Eli was standing in front of me, holding a bag and hotel key in one hand. I slowly pushed myself up off the couch.

“Where are we going?”

“You are going to get some rest.” He walked me towards the elevators and handed me the key and gift shop bag. “Room 402.”

“You don’t have to do this. Just take me home.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea just yet. We don’t know who these people are or what friend they’re referring to. You’ll be safest here for the time being.”

The elevator doors opened and Eli waited for me to step in. I entered the elevator and stood quietly, unsure of what to say. “I’m sorry I dragged you out here.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Kate. I’m glad you called.” He grimaced for a moment, adding, “Not glad about what happened, of course. I’ll check in on you in the morning.”

He reached into the elevator and hit the button for the fourth floor.

“You’ll be safe here, Kate. Rest tonight. We’ll figure things out tomorrow.”

I nodded, watching Eli take a step back as the elevator doors closed.

When they reopened, I made my way quickly down the silent hallway to my room. I entered to find a spacious suite with wooden floors and a stone fireplace. With the door closed behind me, I opened the gift store bag as I walked towards the bathroom. Inside was a t-shirt, sweatpants, and matching sweatshirt, all embrodiered with the hotel’s name.

I turned on the shower, set the gift shop duds on the counter, and peeled off my damp clothes. I stepped in, the hot water relaxing my sore muscles but making every little cut and scratch burn. The more my body relaxed, the more I felt myself ache and shiver. The adrenaline coursing through my body since that moment in the alley was finally gone, allowing me to respond to the horror of the evening. I wanted to lie on the cool tile and curl into a ball, but there was too much to think about.

The shower off, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked over to the bed. Climbing up, I grabbed the pen and pad sitting on the end table and began writing.

Meera
Anton

I paused, tapping the tip of my nose with the pen. My circle of friends was, well, not even a circle. But I couldn’t imagine Meera or Anton doing anything that would get me involved in the events of the evening. Maybe the masked man was talking about someone I’d been seen with. I went back to writing.

Someone from the rink?
Red

Outside of Anton, I didn’t socialize much with the guys from the rink, at least not individually. Red, on the other hand, was my roommate, not to mention the fact that she was the reason I was out on the street that night. I stared at her name for a moment before adding one more to the list.

Eli

I held the pen firm, the ink spreading in the spot where I dotted the ‘i’. We’d only met recently, but to an outsider, he would have appeared a friend. The ice rink, the coffee shop, the mattress; what if he was the ‘friend’?

I tossed the pen and paper back on the table and squeezed my eyes shut. My mind kept going back to his name on the list. How did he get here so fast? He was quick to support my decision to skip calling the paramedics, which would have likely involved the police. And then there was his insistence that I stay here, rather than go home.

I shook my head and turned over on my side, hugging the comforter. It was late and my mind was running wild. Why else would it choose Eli as a likely suspect over someone like Red?

I was tired. I needed to rest. I hit the light switch and burrowed under the massive down comforter, pulling it up to my neck. Slowly, I counted my breaths, hoping sleep would come quickly and calm the unease in my stomach

~~~~~.

“Just a second!”

I rubbed my eyes and stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom, grabbing the sweats from the counter and throwing them on as I headed to the door.

Another knock.

“I’m coming!”

I pulled the sweatshirt over my head as I looked through the peephole, spying a hotel uniform. I looked around and grabbed an empty coffee mug from the table and opened the door a crack, holding the mug behind me.

“I have your laundry, miss.”

The bellhop handed me a few hangers, clothes covered in plastic.

“Uh, thanks.”

“Your breakfast will be up shortly. Can I get you anything else?”

“No. Umm, thank you.”

He nodded and turned away as I closed the door. I stared at the clothes on the hanger, no memory of moving them from the bathroom floor. Maybe it was a mistake. I tore the plastic off and there they were; jeans, a dark green Henley, black bra and underwear. They were definitely my clothes.

I stepped back into the bedroom, changed out of the overpriced sweats and into my own clothes, then searched the room to see if anything else seemed out of place. My gaze fell to the end table, the pen lying there alone.

I jumped at the sound of the door clicking open and scampered to the other side of the bed, ducking beside it. I grabbed the closest heavy object available, holding my breath. I could hear movement as someone made their way into the bedroom.

“Kate?”

I jumped out from my hiding place at the sound of Eli’s voice, still brandishing the heavy object. Eli stepped back, a look of surprise quickly fading into a broad smile.

“Are you about the beat me to death with a bible?”

“How did you get in here?”

He held up a hotel key. “I checked in on you earlier, but you were dead to the world. I see they got your clothes up to you.”

“You took my clothes?”

He nodded and walked towards me. “Of course. I didn’t think you wanted to spend your day looking like a billboard for this place, lovely as it is.”

I narrowed my stare. “What about the pad of paper?”

He was standing in front of me now, reaching for the bible still in my hands. “Guilty. It caught my eye when I came in. Can you let go of this so we can sit and talk like normal people, or should I find a thesaurus to do battle?” I let go and he tossed the bible on the bed. “Come on, let’s have a chat about your list.”

We walked into the main room of the suite and I sat slowly on the couch. I didn’t want to suspect Eli, but my list was a short one. I wasn’t ready to let my guard down just yet. He spoke up, as if he was reading my mind.

“I see I made the list.”

I felt my face flush. He was the one who came to my rescue, the one paying for the hotel room I was sitting in, and yet I put him on a list that questioned his involvement in what happened. As logical as it was to write down his name, I couldn’t help but feel bad about him seeing it.

“Sorry.”

“No worries. I take it as a compliment. It at least means I could be mistaken as your friend, if I’m not actually counted as one.”

“You must think I’m totally ungrateful-”

“Not at all. I would have written my name on the list, too, if I were in your spot. Although, first glance, I’d go with Red or Anton.”

“Anton?”

He shrugged. “Not sure what it is, exactly. I don’t trust him.”

I frowned, but ignored his suspicion. After all, Anton would say the same about Eli if he were here. “I doubt Anton is involved in any of this.”

“People aren’t always what they seem, Kate.”

“Maybe not, but even if Anton was involved in something, he would be too smart to get caught.” I thought for a second I saw Eli roll his eyes. There was a knock on the door and Eli hopped up to answer it. In rolled a cart, full of fruits, bagels, spreads, and most importantly coffee. Eli rolled it in front of the couch, placing the platters and carafe on the coffee table in front of me. I poured coffee in the two cups then looked over at Eli, taking a breath before speaking up.

“How did you get here so quickly last night, Eli? Even with speeding, I can’t see how you got here when you did.”

He tossed a few cubes of sugar into his coffee, stirring as he answered.

“When you called the first time, you said there was a waterfall and you didn’t think you traveled far. That narrowed down the possibilities. By the time you called to tell me where you were, I was well on my way.” He took a sip of his coffee and watched me, as if he was waiting for something. “You really think I might be involved in all this?”

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What do you think? Does Kate really suspect Eli had something to do with his abduction? More importantly, how does she answer Eli’s question?

Next installment will be up on Thursday as usual, so get your opinions/comments in quickly!

Also, it’s about time for another character interview. Who would you like to get to know next?

Tell Me a Story – Part VIII

Last week was a tie, so you’ll just have to read on to see if Kate chose to fight or play dead. I also chose to incorporate a suggested setting from the very first post in this segment.

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I awoke to my body slamming into the floor of the trunk. The car was still moving and I found myself oddly grateful for the violent jostling as it hit what felt like a pothole.

Feeling the heat of my own breath on my face, I grabbed the bag on my head and yanked it off. I lay still for a moment. What was I going to do?

I searched my pockets. My keys were gone, probably sitting in the dark alley alongside the phantom cat that got me into this mess. I found my ID, bank card, and phone in my coat pocket. I transferred the card and ID to the back of my jeans and attempted to make a call.

No service.

I stared at the phone, willing the bars to light up. The car was slowing, winding through several curves. I had to think of something before it stopped.

From the light of the cell phone I noticed a seam in the trunk floor. I inched into the back, pulling up on the floor to reveal the spare tire,  jack, and tire iron. I pulled the tire iron out and set the floor back in place. The car was still moving, but very slowly. I didn’t have much time.

I put the bag on top of my head, leaving my face free. Then I rolled over, back facing the trunk opening, hugging the tire iron to my chest. I took one last look at the phone. One bar.

The car came to a halt. There was no time to dial, no time to flip through a contact list. I stuffed the phone down my shirt, into my bra, hoping that I’d have the chance to use it later.

I held my breath as I listened to the engine cut and the doors slam. Three slams. I thought about being dragged to the trunk; two hands on either side of me, then the jab of a needle in my side. There were at least three of them, and one of me.

Muffled voices were just outside the trunk. I started to lose my nerve. Even taking them by surprise, I couldn’t very well beat all three of them with the tire iron. The trunk lock clicked. I dropped my weapon and quickly pulled the bag down over my face, letting my body go limp.

“She’s still out?”

I felt a hand poke me.

“Looks that way.”

“Did you give her the right dosage? We need her awake. Get her out and wake her up.”

Hands yanked at my limbs, pulling me out of the trunk and dropping me on the ground. One man pulled me into a sitting position and took the bag off my face. I kept my eyes closed, trying not to squeeze them shut. My eyes flew open as I felt the back of a hand come crashing across the side of my face.

“Now she’s awake.”

I looked at the man squatting in front of me then glanced at the one standing behind him. The third sat behind me, the collar of my coat in his fist. Their faces were covered, clothes black, shapes indistinguishable from each other. The one in front of me leaned in close. His breath reeked of old coffee and garlic.

“You need to be more careful about who you choose to associate with.”

I managed a weak mumble. “What?”

“Your friend’s going to get you into trouble.”

Before I could say anything else in response, he nodded to the man behind me and there was a familiar jab in my side. I wished I’d taken the chance and clocked at least one of these guys as the one behind me hoisted me over his shoulder. My face was buried in his back and my eyes closed as I inhaled the smell of cologne and cherry tobacco.

I awoke, shivering, to the sound of rushing water. My eyes worked to adjust to the dark, and I attempted to feel my way around only to find my wrists bound together. I could only feel the cold earth beneath me and mossy bark surrounding me. A ray of moonlight streamed through, revealing the hollowed out tree serving as my shelter. I felt a tickle spread across my face and spied something crawling in the corner of my eye. I frantically blew at it and finally managed to shoo it away with my shoulder.

I wanted to freak out, but bugs were the least of my worries at the moment. My ankles bound, I wiggled my way out of the tree, hoping to escape any other curious crawling creatures and take advantage of the moonlight outside.

My coat was gone, and without the shelter of the old tree, the cold stabbed at every inch of my body. I moved toward the water rushing past, downstream from a waterfall. As I got closer, I felt rocks on the shore, and stopped when I found one with a straight edge. I rubbed the tape holding me hostage back and forth against the jagged rock. Warmth spread across my wrists as I continued sawing, straining against the tape. I felt the tape pop and moved faster, pushing harder against my weakened restraints until they came completely apart.

Tape still sticking to my wrists, I went to work on the tape around my ankles, making quick work of setting myself free. Unbound, I felt for my phone, relieved to find it was still safely inside my bra, and fished it out.

The screen lit up with a low battery warning. I hit ‘ok’ and was greeted by missed calls and texts. I skipped past them all and dialed Meera.

Straight to voicemail.

I dialed Anton.

Straight to voicemail.

Didn’t anyone keep their phone on in the middle of the night?

I looked at my call log and saw Eli’s name and hit call. It rang. I stared up at a waterfall, waiting and hoping.

“Kate?”

“Yeah.” My voice was shaking. “I’m so sorry to call like this–”

“What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I’m not sure. Some guys drugged me and dumped me in the woods.”

“Can you figure out where you are?”

I could hear the jingle of keys and the sound of a door. He was coming for me.

“Maybe. I’ll try the map on my phone. I’m near a waterfall.” I looked at clock on my phone as I opened the locator. “I don’t think I’m too far from the city. Hold on a sec.”

I stared at the map, waiting for it to figure out where I was. It sat there, working but without result. I began walking, hoping that a change in position might get me better reception.

Instead, it dropped the call with Eli.

I knew my battery power was limited, and trying to use GPS with such bad reception would only drain it faster. I decided to see if I could get to higher ground, maybe a spot with better reception. I walked along the water’s edge and spotted something familiar. A path, complete with concrete ramps and metal railings. A real path.

I walked over and grabbed at some tree roots jutting out of a wall of earth and rock. The path was only a few feet above, so I hoisted myself up, finding footholds and grabbing for the next branch, root, or rock, anything that would get me closer to the railing. I pulled myself up and over, crashing down on the pavement walkway.

I had been here before. I wasn’t in the middle of nowhere. I started to jog up the ramp, determined to get to top, to a road that would lead me to civilization and help. I ignored the aching in my knees, the burning in my lungs, and the stinging of my bloodied wrists, and ran.

When I reached the top, I took my phone out and dialed Eli.

“Snolqualmie falls. That’s where I am.”

“I’m on my—”

I looked down and the screen was black. The battery was gone. I stood shivering, my clothes sticking to me, damp from mist, and began walking towards the resort nestled at the top of the falls.

The lodge sat in front of me, rustic chic, a place to escape the city without missing any luxury. I smoothed my hair, tucking errant strands behind my ears, and pulled at the sleeves of my shirt to cover my wrists before walking inside. The fireplace crackled as soft jazz played in the empty lobby.

I walked up to the front desk, trying my best to appear normal. The young man looked up from a magazine, his eyes widening as he looked at me.

“Can I help you, Miss?”

I nodded. “I need a phone.”

He jumped off the stool he was perched on and handed me a portable phone. “Just dial 9.”

I dialed Eli’s number, holding onto the counter as I felt my body sway.

“Are you okay, Kate?”

“My phone died. I’m up at Salish Lodge.”

“I’ll be there soon, whatever you do, don’t—”

The room felt like it was spinning. I dropped the phone and heard a voice as I fell into a heap on the floor.

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“Kate?”

I opened my eyes to see the man from behind the front desk, Carl, according to his nametag, standing over me, but the voice saying my name wasn’t his. Eli was on one knee, leaning over me.

“Eli? How did you—“

“I may have broken a few laws getting here. Come on, let’s get you on the couch.”

I sat up slowly as Eli slid an arm around my waist. I held on to his shoulder and walked over to the couch, my legs wobbling.

Carl stood in front of us, looking lost. “Should I call an ambulance?”

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What do you think? Does Kate want to call the paramedics and head to the hospital? Or is she interested in staying put and sorting out what happened? What do you think she does next?

Leave your suggestions in the comments below!

Part IX

Forever Twenty-One

I’ve been tagged by two different bloggers with two different sets of questions, for a total of twenty-one questions. I will not be passing this along, ‘cause I’m a rebel (and a loner, Dottie), but I will answer them to the best of my ability on a weekend.

First on the block, elevensies! Not a Hobbit reference, but the eleven questions sent my way by Mike Schulenberg. I responded to this tagging mostly because he referenced Monty Python in his. Awesome.

If you could live in a fictional world, where would that be?

When the hubs and I were dating, one of the first gifts he gave me was Myst – the book, not the video game, although the video game is also way awesome and I would live there. I always thought that world was so serene (in its own way) and intricate.

And of course, I would want to ability to create worlds by writing them.

Fiction or non-fiction?

Both. Don’t make me choose!

If I was forced to choose one for the rest of my life I would probably go with non-fiction. I can always make up fictional stories for myself. Learning that comes from reading non-fiction fuels new stories, so I wouldn’t want to miss out on that.

Do you read in noisy or quiet places?

I have a toddler. Yes, that is an answer.

But seriously, I like having music on at ALL times, so I guess noisy, although I don’t really think of music as “noise”.

Do reviews influence your choice of reads?

They can, but they aren’t the only criteria. Reviews that just say, “Dis book bitez” don’t really tell me anything. But if a bad review reveals details about poor writing or story development, or ideas that I might find bothersome, it may hinder my purchase.

I do enjoy reading bad reviews, though. Like this one for A Confederacy of Dunces, a book I loved as a teen:

“If you want to read about a bunch of dunces go for it, because that is ALL this book is!”

[Well, reviewer, yes. I guess the book should have mentioned it was a confederacy of...oh WAIT A MINUTE!]

A review from a trusted friend holds way more weight than a random stranger on the interwebs. But even than, books are very personal choices.

Audio books or paperbacks?

I haven’t actually tried audio books. If I had a commute to work, I imagine I would enjoy them. Especially if this guy was reading to me.

But, since I don’t, I prefer the voice in my head with a paperback.

What was the first book you remember reading?

Something by Dr. Seuss, I’m sure.

First “grown up” book I recall reading was Jane Eyre. I was in fourth or fifth grade and my mom had just finished reading it. She may not remember, but she handed me a list of words from the book that she didn’t think I would understand and told me that I could read the book once I defined all the words on the list.

I sat with the dictionary, looked them all up and wrote down the definitions, then traded the paper in for the book.

I kind of love that my mom made me work for it.

Favorite author?

This is happening.

I don’t think I really have one. I loved Roald Dahl as a kid and still think his books are great, but as an adult I don’t have one that stands out in my mind. I mean, there are classics like Shakespeare and Gabriel Garcia Marquez that I couldn’t be without, but I don’t know that they are my favorite.

Also, when typing this, I totally typed Sharkespeare.

Classic or Modern Novels?

Hard choice.

I have really varied taste. On my bookshelf you might find Love in the Time of Cholera next to a Sophie Kinsella novel, sitting on top of Cervantes and Dante, sandwiched between Tad Williams and C.S. Lewis. I don’t like to choose between them.

So, I won’t. You can’t make me.

Have you ever met your favorite author?

Since I don’t have one, no. And other than some of the lovely authors I’ve met online, I have never met one of them in person.

My kid brother (I say “kid”, but he is 26) met Mo Willems and got him to sign Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus for me. That’s about as close as I’ve been.

I was appropriately stoked. The Pigeon books are the awesome.

At this moment, I would love to meet A.J. Jacobs. I adore his books.

Book groups or solitary reading?

I have never been part of a book club. I am not against it, but it would take the right group of people for me to enjoy it. I have not met that group of people yet.

Actually, I take that back. The people that would make the perfect book group for me happen to live in Seattle and Arizona. So, unless we start having some sort of Google Video Chat book club, I see little book clubbing in my future.

If you could read only one book for the rest of your life, what would it be?

The rest of my life? That’s mean. But, I’d want something useful in various situations, so…

The Bible. Surprised?

And on to the next set of questions, brought to you by Tiffany White.

Do you prefer coffee or tea in the mornings?

Coffee. It’s not so much the caffeine as it is the ritual. I could probably replace the morning coffee with tea and be fine with it, since I do love tea.

What book have you read over and over again?

I’ve read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead a number of times. I love reading plays – which probably explains why I am such a dialog junkie when I write. I’ve read quite a few of Shakespeare’s comedies over and over as well.

What’s your favorite outdoor activity?

I despise the heat and I live in Florida. Obviously, those two things don’t really mix, so, if I have to be outside and active (ergo, increasing the heat factor) then I want to be in the water, swimming.

When I lived in Washington state, the idea of hiking appealed to me, since I love to explore in the woods and found the mountains breathtaking. Alas, my faulty heart valves made real hiking incredibly difficult.

Do you cook and/or bake straight from the recipe, or do you get creative and throw things together in the kitchen?

Definitely creative. I love cookbooks for the ideas they plant, but I often just go to the cupboard and see what I can make happen. I love pairing flavors that people don’t necessarily imagine working.

I recently even attempted baking by ratios rather than recipe. Math is hard, ya’ll.

Where is your favorite place to visit in the United States?

Hmmm. Seattle tops the list because my two very best friends in the whole wide world live there. Oh, and it’s full of bookstores, coffee, and gorgeous scenery.

Number two…probably New York. I kind of adore Brooklyn.

From my last zoo visit.

Which animals must you see when visiting a zoo?

Sloths. Lllamas. Lemurs. Pretty much everything. I am an animal lover. Even the creepy crawly stuff, like snakes, lizards, and scorpions. I love it all.

What’s your favorite television show airing today?

I don’t know what my favorite is. Love BBC’s Downton Abbey and Sherlock (eagerly awaiting the new seasons of both).

And no, I’ve never been to England. A shame, right?

What’s your favorite television show of all time?

Another tough one! I’ll go with the only two I bothered to actually purchase on DVD. Firefly and Arrested Development. I am sure there are others that I like just as well, but those are the first two that come to mind.

What’s your favorite movie of all time?

Again, with the favorites. I am horrible at these questions. I am sure after this is posted I’ll think, “Gah! I totally love Movie X and didn’t mention it!”

I love Emma, Ever After, and Sliding Doors. Mildly interesting sidenote, I don’t really love Gwyneth Paltrow, yet she is in two movies I have an attachment to. Go figure.

What do you like to snack on when at the movie theater?

I am not a huge fan of the traditional snacks (I tire of the fake butter popcorn rather quickly and will be sick if I eat a box of candy) but I do allow myself a big ole Cherry Coke when I watch a movie at the theater.

Unless it’s a three hour epic film, in which case I avoid the mega large drink and stick to a small water. ‘Cause, you know, can’t take a pee break in the middle of a movie I am paying to see.

We have an independent movie house here that I LOVE where you can order real food before the movie starts and a waitress brings it to you. I can watch an indie film and get my grub on.

Sigh.

Who is your current Hollywood or otherwise famous crush?

How much time do you have?

Oddly enough, I was never that girl when I was younger. You know, the one with the NKOTB Trapper Keeper, doodling Mrs. Amber McIntire on the back of my homework. (That’s one of those guys, right?)

Even now, when other women talk about dudes like Paul Walker and Matthew McConahowdoyouspellit or whatever hard body is the flavor of the day, I don’t get it. I mean, I get it, aesthetically and what not. It just doesn’t do anything for me.

Of the guys to lately catch my attention, Richard Armitage is probably the one that most ladies would be quick to approve. It’s his voice that I love, and the intensity he brings to the characters he plays. And, yeah, he doesn’t hurt the eyes any.

Among my geekier flames:

David Tennant, for being funny, Scottish, and The Doctor (because, really, there need be no other reasons than those).

Hugh Laurie for the funny. I’ve long been a fan of the British when it comes to humor.

And, because Tiffany asked this and I am sure she is thinking I left someone out, if I find a guy funny and interesting, then he tends to falls into the “I adore you” category (like Chris Hardwick, Craig Bierko, et al.). Therefore, I reserve the right to add someone to this list at any time, or refer to an actor as “my boyfriend” in conversation.

That about covers all the questions. If this bored you out of your mind, you can thank Tiffany and Mike.

Friday Favorites – Links and a Whole Lot More

It’s time to share some of my favorite things from this past week or so. Enjoy!

What Makes a Man Sexy? Part 1 and Part 2: Those who know me probably find it odd that a post with this name is on my list, but this isn’t about shirtless men with rock hard abs. Imelda uses some famous examples of men who are sexy in the ways that matter, at least to me. (The fact that Dr. Who gets some love in the posts makes me just a bit partial.)

Marcy Kennedy’s Blog: Yes, I know. I just gave you the link to an entire blog. That’s because I rarely miss a post by Marcy. She writes about writing (and knows her stuff) and geekery, sometimes combined, and has the ability to entertain and teach at the same time. She’s also a pretty cool human being.

Where in the World?: Ingrid’s post asks where you would go if you could take a sabbatical, then shares photos of where she would head. I have to admit, it got me daydreaming about where I could go. In the end, I spent some time browsing vacation properties in Scotland and emailing them to the hubs. Fingers crossed for a future anniversary.

How (Not) to Write Great Characters: An amusing take on writing characters in your story by Ava Jae. I totally need to go edit that twirly mustache now.

When Famous People Are on Trial: Mary is new to the blogging world and writes with authority as a former Federal Prosecutor. Being a fan of all things law, I am super excited to see what posts she has simmering.

Who’s Ready to Stop the Insanity?: Bella is a total sweetheart of a blogger. Don’t believe me? Check the girl’s comments. Readers can’t help but get into a conversation with this girl. Her post on women and defining pretty is worth talking about.

Games You Should Be Playing: If you love games, you should be following Jen Kirchner’s series. She tells you what is worth playing in a very amusing way. I may never get anything done ever.

New to blogging and can’t seem to figure out what you’re doing? Been blogging for a while, but running out of ideas? Check out Liberty Montano’s Novel Blogging. Totally meets my criteria for educational and entertaining without an ounce of condescension.

And of course, for all things TV related, check out my Wednesday writing partner, Tiffany White. This week she told us who the most slapworthy characters are on TV.

On the non-blog front:

I think board games are pretty awesome. Unfortunately, I haven’t had the chance to play too many since the kid came along (tiny pieces and toddlers don’t mix). The new web series Tabletop on Felicia Day’s Geek and Sundry Channel is geekery at it’s finest. The show teaches you how to play a new game each week, care of Wil Wheaton and a few interesting guests. Check out this week’s Settler of Catan.

When I am writing, I always have music playing. This week I discovered the sounds of Pale White Moon. The fact that they hail from New Haven, CT may have something to do with my attraction (since, a number of years ago, a little baby was born in a hospital there who’s name is ME). You can learn more about them here. Check out the track Heirlooms.

A big thank you to all of my readers, particularly those who have been following my Tell Me a Story series. I’ve received some fantastic messages both public and private and it means a ton to me that you all are enjoying the story. If you are one of those enjoying the tale, the next time you think to forward that funny cat video to your coworkers, family, or friends, why not shoot them a link to the series?

Have a great weekend, everyone! I’m off to figure out how to make this happen:

Tell Me a Story – Part VI

Last week, I changed things up asking you all to go Mad Libs style with your comments. You gave me quite the variety of words, but I’ll be honest. When I sat down in front of my computer on Wednesday morning (yes, that is usually when I write, pantser style, or more accurately, pantsless) I wrote up the installment completely forgetting that I had to use one of your comments!

Have no fear. I went back, grabbed a comment, and went back to work. Thank you to Patricia Sands for her Mad Lib contribution this week: snort (v), suspicious (adj), and undies (n).

Onward!

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“He’s such a little worm.”

“I am sorry, Katerina. I am not surprised, but I am sorry.”

I sat on the coffee shop couch, legs tucked underneath, sipping on my coffee.

“It’s ok. I knew he wouldn’t take my giving notice well, but I didn’t expect to be escorted out of the office and off the property. Guess I won’t be coming to visit you boys on hockey night any time in the future.”

“You come when you want. Let that trus say something to us.”

I smiled. It didn’t hurt having someone like Anton in your corner.

“So, you wanted to show me something?”

“Ah. Yes. Your new man friend. He does not exist.”

I let out a snort.

“He doesn’t exist?”

Anton pointed to his laptop, sitting on the coffee table in front of us.

“He is nowhere. I do not like it.”

“Oh, come on, Anton. What would happen if I try to search for you online?”

Anton gave a slow, mischievous grin. “You would not find me.”

“So, maybe Eli is just as paranoid as you. As shocking as it is to someone like me, some people just don’t have their information strewn across the internet. It doesn’t automatically make them a suspicious character.”

Anton shrugged. “He is not me, so I still do not like it.”

“Well, I appreciate you looking out for me, but really, I’m sure it’s fine. Just because the man doesn’t tell the world what he had for breakfast every day doesn’t mean he’s a psychopath.”

“True.”

“I’d be more concerned about my roommate.”

“Oh?”

“Well…” I thought for a moment about Eli’s call. I wasn’t worried about Red before it. Maybe Eli was like Anton. Protective. “I’m sure it’s nothing actually. She’s just a little odd. Odd, but harmless, I’m sure.”

“Give me her full name. I will find out.”

“It’s not a big deal, Anton.”

“For later, then. When I am bored.”

I rolled my eyes and complied. “It’s Red Reid.”

Anton looked at me, face straight, eyebrows raised. “This is her name?”

“Yes. This is.”

“Are you making fun of me, kotik?”

“Nyet.” I leaned in and gave Anton a peck on the cheek, before hopping off the couch. “Gotta run. Need to grab some groceries if I am going to eat tonight.”

“Just steal from your odd roommate.”

“Oh, believe me, I would if I could.” I looked around at the other patrons in the coffee shop and lowered my voice. “She’s vegan. Not terribly compatible with my tastes.”

“At least she will not be stealing your food.”

“Ah, look at you, Anton, finding the silver lining.”

“I am the ray of sunshine.”

I headed for the door, waving before making my exit.

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I looked at the address in my phone for a third time before knocking on the door.

“Kate, come on in.” Eli stood in the doorway, dressed but hair rumpled and damp. “Sorry, had a call first thing that set me behind.”

I entered, glancing around at what looked more like a sparsely furnished apartment than an office.

“Is this where you live?”

He nodded. “And work.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry. I was going to mention it, but then I realized that it might sound a bit off putting. I hope it’s not a problem.”

It didn’t really bother me. I was no less safe alone with him in his apartment than I would be alone with him in an office.

“No, it’s fine. It was just unexpected. Had you answered the door in your undies, we might be having a different conversation.” I unbuttoned my coat, taking it off and laying it over my arm. “So, what now?”

Eli grinned and took my coat, walking it to the coat closet by the door. “Have a seat at the table. I’ve a laptop for you there.”

I took a seat, checking out the various wires and hubs underneath the table, being sure not to accidentally kick anything. Eli walked over and sat down opposite me.

“I’ll have a variety of things for you to do. For now, I’ll need to rely on your knowledge of the area for setting up appointments with prospects. Taking people places that make them feel special.”

“Fancy dinners, things like that?”

“For the most part. Basically, if someone was trying to woo you, what would work?”

I shifted in my chair, not sure if I was expected to answer the question. “Do you have any preferences?”

“It’s more about the client, really. That’s where you’ll be doing some additional research. I’ll give you some names, and you see what you can find out about the person. Likes, dislikes, that sort of thing. Helps with the courting process. Make sense?”

“Yeah. Basically, check these guys out as if I wanted to date them.”

Eli laughed. “You aren’t far off.”

“I can handle that. I basically did this anytime Meera brought a new guy around. Nothing like an embarrassing Facebook photo to put an end to a relationship with a quickness.”

“That sort of thing is helpful, too, actually. Some companies don’t look well on their executives making a spectacle of themselves.”

“I bet. Well, I think I’ve got it.”

“Good.” Eli grabbed a sheet of paper and handed it to me. “Here are a few names to start. Take your time and let me know what you find.”

He stood up and walked over to the coat closet, grabbing a black coat and scarf before walking back to the table.

“I have a few appointments to get to. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I’ll arm the alarm, but the code is 28492 if you need to leave. Call me if you need anything.” He placed a key on the table next to my laptop. “Welcome aboard, Kate.”

As the door shut behind him I looked around the apartment. It was obvious that Eli couldn’t have been here long. The main area I was sitting in had a couch, the table in front of me, and a few chairs. The kitchen counters were void of appliances, and the glass front cabinets revealed only a few dishes. It was the perfect space for a man that didn’t exist.

Still, we were high up, so the view from the apartment was gorgeous, even on the typically overcast day. I unhooked the various cables tethering me to the table and took the laptop and sheet of paper to the couch. I waited for the computer to find a wireless network while I looked at the list of names.

There were only five there, but the fourth one down jumped out immediately.

David Vinson. Meera’s fiancé.

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This week, you get to vote, although it is a blind vote of sorts.

You can choose one of the following: Anton, Eli, Meera, or Red. Your choice will have a major impact on where the story goes next. Choose wisely (and tell me why in the comments ).

Part VII

Character Interview #2 – Eli

Your votes determined this week’s interview – it was neck and neck between Anton and Eli, but in the end, Eli definitely took this one. So, let’s not delay…

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I’d like to welcome Eli to our interview series. I know you have a busy schedule, so thank you for joining us.

It’s absolutely my pleasure.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? We’ll start with the standard where are you from? I can assume from the accent that you aren’t a Seattle native.

Good assumption. I’m from England, as you may have guessed. More specifically, a little town called Knighton.

What’s Knighton like?

It’s a bit frozen in time, actually. Very traditional, a charming place to grow up. There’s a lot of history there, which fascinated me as a child. My parents use to take me to St Mary’s, which has been around since the 13^th century, and I’d dream up stories of the people who must have touched the same stone walls I did. You know, knights and daring nobles and the like.

You like a good story then?

Doesn’t everyone?

::grins::

Much hockey being played in Knighton?

No. I lived in Russia and Canada briefly. Learning to play seemed like the thing to do.

::leans in and lowers voice::

I’m not very good.

Do you like my interviewing couch? Craigslist.

Are you enjoying it here?

It’s proven to be a beneficial relocation thus far.

Beneficial for your business?

Yes. Among other things.

You’re a headhunter, right? What’s that like?

More of a problem solver, really. I find resources for those who need them. On some occasions, that involves identifying the problem before I can offer a solution.

I’m guessing business is going well, since you hired someone to help recently.

Ah, yes, Kate. Lovely girl. I usually work alone, but having a local on staff can be helpful in identifying opportunities and making connections.

Connections? No offense to Kate, but I don’t know how great her connections are going to be.

You would be surprised. In my job it is very important that you never underestimate a target.

Target?

Yes, someone you’ve set in your sights. A candidate.

Right. I’m having a little difficulty concentrating this morning. Guess I should have had some coffee. I have quite a few questions from our readers. Do you mind?

Not at all.

Are you a tea drinker?

Yes. Earl Grey in the evening, with a good book.

What’s on your nightstand currently? Er, bookwise.

Jotaro’s Shadow Warrior. And a very old copy of Arthurian tales.

How about the nights you don’t feel up to reading? What do you watch?

I don’t watch much television, except for the news.

Tiffany will not approve.

Who?

Don’t worry about it. You’re pretty popular with the female readers here. They’ve asked if you are currently single.

::looks embarrassed::

I am. I’m afraid my job doesn’t leave much time for dating.

Then when was your last relationship?

::quietly::

That was quite some time ago.

Ok, moving on then…if you were on a deserted island, what three things would you need to survive?

Knife, flint and…

::big grin:: …a SAT phone. That’s not cheating, is it? A man can live on only so much roasted snake and coconut.

That actually sounds potentially tasty. Like coconut shrimp.

Just chewier.

Speaking of food, it’s your last meal. What do you request?

Last meal? That’s a bit morbid, isn’t it?

Not my question. Take it up with the reader.

Okay. Let’s see. Well, I’d want to drag it out as long as possible, so…roasted marrow for a starter, then for the soup course a good old fashioned Borscht. Follow that up with a gorgeous lemon risotto. A salad, just to fill the time, of course. Then a mid-rare filet, with grilled artichokes, and a chocolate soufflé for dessert.

And while I’m waiting on the soufflé, I’ll have figured out how to get out of this last meal situation and end the evening with some proper Indian takeaway.

You’d still have room for takeaway?

Assuming I just burned off my other last meal getting away, yeah. There’s always room for a good curry.

Well, thanks to you, I’m now craving some Tikka Masala and I’ve barely had breakfast.

You should probably get going, then.

Yeah, I probably should.

Thank you for having me.

Thank you for being had.

Did you have a question for Eli that didn’t get asked? Be sure to let me know and I’ll ask him next time he comes by. If he comes by again, that is.

Be sure to come back on Thursday for the next chapter in the Tell Me a Story series!

Tell Me a Story – Part V

It’s Tell Me a Story day! Thank you all for reading and commenting. You have already made writing this series more fun than I expected. I look forward to working on it every week.

Last week, in addition to selecting Red for the first character interview, I asked you to determine how Meera would respond to Kate’s decision to take Eli’s job offer and move into Red’s apartment.

The comments leaned heavily in favor of a not-so-thrilled response from Meera, so that is the direction I took.

Also, I asked a random question on Twitter this week: Coffee or mattress?

While many of those reading that tweet seemed to think I was asking whether I should sleep or keep myself up with the aid of a caffeinated beverage, the responses actually chose a direction for today’s continuation of the story.

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“Maybe we should take a break before we try to get this one upstairs.”

I sat in the back of the small moving truck, nearly empty after an hour of running back and forth from the curb to Red’s apartment.

My apartment.

Meera stood in front of me, hands on her hips. “I don’t need a break. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Come on, Meera, five minutes to catch my breath. Seriously, we’ve been non-stop since we pulled up.”

“I’m cold and it’s supposed to rain.”

“It’s February in Seattle. It’s certainly not supposed to sun.”

She turned facing the street, away from me, and leaned against the truck.

“What’s up with you today, Meera? You’ve barely said a word all morning. If I had known skipping coffee on the way would have made you this cranky-”

“I’m not cranky.”

“Seriously?” I hopped down out of the truck and set myself in front of Meera, looking her in the eye. “What’s going on? Everything alright with you and David?”

“Of course. We’re great.” She let out a long sigh. “I’m just concerned. Are you sure you aren’t jumping into things too fast?”

“’Things’? You mean moving? It was going to happen sooner, or not much later.”

“It’s not the move so much. I mean, I was a little sad you aren’t staying with me longer, but I get that. It’s more this new job.”

I crossed my arms. “I thought you were happy for me.”

“It’s not that I’m not happy, I’m just…concerned.”

“Meera, you are the one who has been pushing me for ages to get a different job, or, what was it you said? ‘Get a grownup job’?”

Meera bristled. “I said I was sorry for that. You know I was upset when I said it.”

“I know you were, but you meant it. And you weren’t wrong. But the least you can do is give me a little support when I finally heed your advice.”

“This is not heeding my advice. Don’t you think it is the slightest bit odd that this guy drops out of nowhere and offers you this perfect job, when you don’t even…”

Meera stopped short, realizing she was already too late.

“I don’t even what? Have any skills? That my only skills are selling concessions and sharpening skates?”

“You know I don’t mean it like that. I know you’re intelligent and talented in so many ways, but on paper…” She paused, searching desperately for the words. “Most jobs hire you after seeing a resume, conducting an interview. What makes this guy think you’re qualified to do whatever it is you’ll be doing?”

“You know what? You’re right. Let’s move the mattress now and get this over with.”

“Kate–”

I shook my head, jumping back into the truck. “Really. I’d rather not talk about this right now.”

Meera let out a sigh and started to say something, but the sounds of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata interrupted her. “It’s work, Kate. I have to take this.”

I sat back down on the truck, hugging my knees, my head propped up on them.

“Right…right…no, I sent you that last night…no, of course. Let me get to a computer and I’ll call you back.”

Meera turned to me with an apologetic look on her face.

“We knew this might happen when you took the day off. Go ahead. Laptop’s upstairs.”

Meera ran up the front stoop leaving me staring at the futon mattress, wondering how much damage dragging it inside would do. Maybe I could carry it on my back, like a turtle. I laid back, staring at the ceiling of the truck, my legs dangling off the edge as I contemplated my options.

“What’s the grand plan for getting this upstairs?”

I lifted my head at the sound of Eli’s voice and smiled.

“What are you doing here?”

“You mentioned today was your moving day. I was in the area and thought I might lend a hand.”

“Nice timing.”

“Would have been more impressive if I showed up after you got this upstairs. All the glory without breaking a sweat.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but really, you don’t have to move this thing.”

“I don’t see how you’re going to manage it alone.”

“Oh, it’s not just me here. My roommate, my old roommate I should say, is helping.”

Eli looked around.

“And she is where?”

“Got a call from work. She’s upstairs.”

“Ah. No telling when she’ll be back then.”

I shook my head.

“Well, no sense in waiting for it to get wetter out here. Come on then.”

Eli jumped in the truck, grabbed one end and waited for me to give a nod before heading down the ramp and off the truck. Once inside the building, we sat waiting for the elevator. I stared at the small door, then the mattress, and back at the door again.

“Is it just me, or does this look bigger than the door?”

Eli looked at mattress and shrugged. “I think we can make it work. Just turn it on its side, then we’ll sort of bend it.”

“Bend it?” I tried to picture how that was going to work. I made a C-shape with my hand. “Like this? Like a gigantic taco?”

Eli laughed as the elevator doors slowly creaked open. “Yes, I guess so.”

After a bit of struggling, we managed to shove the mattress inside. Eli slid in first, with me barely fitting in front of him as the doors shut.

The elevator started its slow, labored ascent to the sixth floor. It shook as we passed floor three, and nearly stalled out on four. I shifted my gaze from one side of the mattress to the other, before finally looking up at Eli.

“So, this isn’t awkward at all, is it?” Eli said with a grin.

“What, you’ve never ridden in a mattress taco, encased in a metal cube of doom, with anyone before? Pshhh. This is nothing.”

The elevator lurched as we hit floor six, the door flying open and jostling me out. I fell to the floor into the hallway.

Eli stepped out, unscathed and suppressing a grin while he extended a hand. “Are you alright?”

I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up. “Yeah. I think the elevator heard me.”

Eli put a finger to his lips. “We still have to get the mattress out.”

As if on cue, we looked back to see the doors sliding shut. I made a sad attempt at stopping it, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.”

“Just press the button. It will come back. Eventually.”

“Hopefully by bedtime.”

We stood in the hallway smiling when I heard the door to the apartment click. Meera was standing in the hallway, staring at the two of us.

“Oh, Kate,” she said my name, but was staring up at Eli, “I was just coming down to look for you.”

“Emails taken care of?”

“Yeah, although I couldn’t get on to your wireless. Your roommate has it password protected. Fortunately, one of your neighbors is a more trusting soul.” She was still looking at Eli. “I’m sorry, are you one of Kate’s neighbors?”

“I’m sorry, Meera, this is Eli. Eli, this is my friend Meera.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Meera. Kate says nothing but lovely things.”

“Oh really?” Meera gave me a look, eyebrow raised. I knew the look. She was sizing him up, mentally cataloging every detail. “You’re the Eli she is going to be working for?”

“Technically, although I prefer to say she’ll be working with me, not for me.”

“Right.” Meera stood, still staring. “Will you be sticking around for a bit?”

“Not for long. Have a bit of work to get done. Just came by to see how Kate was getting on.”

“That was nice of you.” The elevator bell rang and Meera looked over at the opening doors. “What in the world?”

“Oh,” I stepped forward, doing my best Vanna White pose, “haven’t you seen the latest in apartment transportation? The elevator taco. It’s like riding up to your home in a big hug.”

Meera rolled her eyes. “No thanks.”

Eli shrugged. “Your loss. It’s quite cozy.”

Meera’s eyes narrowed, looking at me before responding. “I bet.”

I stepped between the elevator doors and laid a hand on the mattress. “We better get this thing out before it goes for another ride.”

The three of us made quick work of wiggling the mattress out of the elevator, into the apartment, and upstairs to my room.

“Well,” Meera said, slapping her hands together, “I want to check this place out before Red gets back. How long will she be gone?”

“She’s visiting a friend up north. Said she’ll be gone most of the day.”

“Wonderful.” Meera rushed down the metal stairs, her kitten heels clicking with each step. I shook my head at the sound and started down the stairs behind her. Only Meera would be wearing heels on moving day. I looked back over my shoulder, slowly, being careful not to trip. “Would you like some coffee or tea, Eli?”

“Thank you, but no, don’t go through any trouble for me.”

“I don’t mind, after all–”

“Kate?” Meera’s voice called from one corner of the apartment. “What exactly does Red do for a living?”

“I’m not sure. I know she works from home. I didn’t really get a chance to ask. Why?”

Eli and I walked over to where Meera was standing, scanning a bookshelf next to an old rolltop desk, closed and locked.

“She has an awful lot of psych textbooks.”

“Maybe that’s what she went to school for. I still have a lot of my old books, too, you know.

“Not this many. And look at this shelf. It’s almost entirely books about Multiple Personality Disorder. That and,” she paused for a moment, turning her head to the side, “this rather extensive library of children’s movies.”

I leaned in and ran my finger across the titles: Snow White, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, Alice in Wonderland…there had to be at least twenty DVDs on the shelf.

“Weird.”

“Right?”

Eli leaned in too, his eyes running across the books. “Looks like you are going to have your hands full here, Kate.”

I shrugged. “She’s just a little weird. Doesn’t mean she’s going to be trouble.”

I took a moment to convince myself I believed that.

“Well, ladies, as much as I’d love to stay and delve deeper into the mystery that is Kate’s new flatmate, I have work to do. Kate, I’ll see you on Monday morning, yeah?”

“Bright and early. And caffeinated.”

“Good. Meera, lovely meeting you.”

As the front door closed behind Eli, Meera pushed me. “Now I see why you didn’t hesitate taking the job.”

“What?”

“Oh, come one, Kate. The accent? The eyes? He is the walking definition of tall, dark, and handsome.”

His eyes were a unique shade of blue, and, well, what girl didn’t swoon just a little at the sound of a British accent? Still, I was annoyed at the implication.

“Whatever, Meera. You know that I don’t go for that type.”

“What? Attractive and successful?” Meera stroked her chin for a moment, pretending to think. “Given your last couple of boyfriends, you’re right. He clearly isn’t your type.”

“You know, if you are going to spend the whole day attacking each aspect of my life, you can go to work.”

“You know I’m kidding. Mostly.”

The buzz of my phone broke in. I looked at the number and answered. “Hi. Did you forget something?”

“No,” Eli’s voice answered, “I just…some of your roommate’s interests concerned me. I didn’t want say anything in front of Meera. She already seems to worry about you. But I want you to feel free to call if anything ever seems off. It’s probably nothing, but you can never be too safe, right?”

“Right. Uh, thanks.”

“That was all. See you soon, Kate.”

“Bye.”

“Who was that?” Meera teased.

“Eli. He just wanted to remind me to bring some paperwork in for Monday.”

“Sure.”

I pushed Meera and headed for the stairs. “Come on, we’ve got boxes to unpack.”

As we headed up the stairs, I looked at the bookcase in the corner, trying to ignore the uneasy knot forming in my stomach.

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This week, we’re going Mad Lib style with the audience participation. In your comments, leave me a verb, adjective, and noun. If I select your comment, I will have to use your three words in next week’s chapter.

Also, which character would you like me to interview next?

Thanks again to everyone who is participating, as well as those quietly following along!

Part VI

Character Interview Numero Uno

It’s interview time!

Unlike previous interviews on this blog, this week I am going to interview someone who is not me.

Well, technically, I created her, so I guess there could be some debate as to whether or not I am just sitting here talking to myself again.

So, rather than argue with me about whether or not I am talking to me, let’s get to the interview with…Red!

Thanks for joining us today, Red.

::blinks::

Umm…ok. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? I understand you live in Seattle, but are you from Washington State originally?

I can’t possibly see how that information is necessary here.

Er, it’s not necessary; I just thought the folks reading this might be curious to know that sort of thing. Pretty standard interview fare, you know, where are you from, what do you do, that sort of thing.

Fine. I’m from the Northeastern part of the United States. I don’t think I need to be more specific than that.

And what do you do?

I handle online customer support for a company I’d rather not name.

I see. So, you answer questions via email and online chat? That sort of thing?

I handle online customer support.

Do you work from your apartment?

Who told you I have an apartment?

Not an actual image of Red. Oddly enough, I couldn't find a photo of her.

Uh, no one. I mean, I guess I did. Er…

What exactly does that mean? Who do you work for?

No one. Honest. Sorry. Let’s move on. Do you have any hobbies?

::snorts::

Hobbies? What am I twelve?

Sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate…

I have interests, interests in which I am passionately invested. Interests which could have global implications far beyond anything you could begin to comprehend.

Global implications? What are you talking about?

Not here.

Why not here? This is my house. Oh my word, IS SOMEONE WATCHING MY HOUSE??

::shrugs::

You can never be too careful.

::whispering::

Are you a spy?

::laughing::

I’m going to guess that you watch a lot of television. Don’t be ridiculous.

I’m ridiculous?!

Let me ask you, do you watch a lot of Disney movies?

What does that have to…? What’s a lot? I mean, I’m sure I’ve seen my fair share, but…

Lemming.

This isn’t going well, is it?

It never does.

Let’s change the subject. How do you feel about your new roommate?

I don’t have a new roommate.

::sigh::

If I did have a roommate, I would certainly hope she doesn’t ask as many annoying questions as you do. And I’d prefer that she didn’t wear animal print.

What’s wrong with animal print? ::shifts to cover leopard print Snuggie::

Besides the obvious hypersexualization of women?

Umm. Yes. Besides that. Obviously.

There are signs all around us, Amber. Everywhere. It’s just one of the many signs. You have to learn to pay attention. We all have to start paying attention.

Before it’s too late.

I don’t know why, but you have officially creeped me out by using my name. I think I have somewhere to be.

Good. If anyone asks, I was never here.

Uh, it will be just between us…

 …

…and,  you know, all of you reading. Just do me a favor and don’t tell Red about my blog, okay? She’s a little…odd.

I really should have interviewed Anton. Maybe next time.

If you haven’t been keeping up with the Tell Me a Story series and want to know who Red is, head here to get started. For the faithful readers, the next part is coming Thursday. If you are enjoying the series, share it with friends.

What would you have asked Red? What questions do you think I need in my back pocket for the next interview?

Keep your comments and suggestions coming!

Tell Me a Story – Part IV

Last week, you all were asked how Kate and Eli’s paths would cross again. Unlike previous weeks, the suggestions started to sound a little like votes. One camp wanted Kate and Eli to meet at a party, preferably one thrown by Anton, with hopes of an embarassing moment or two taking place. The other camp liked the idea of running into Eli near Red’s apartment, giving Kate an extra reason to consider moving in to the downtown loft.

Since this isn’t a democracy, I got to choose which of those suggestions I wanted to go with. It was a very tough choice, but ultimately I went with Tiffany and Eden’s suggestion:

T: I think that while Kate is walking to the new apartment to let Red know whether or not she’s signing the lease (she’s leaning towards staying with Meera a bit longer), she runs into Eli working in the neighborhood… Hmmm. That makes signing the lease that much more interesting, doesn’t it?

E: For the run in scene, I lean more toward the chance meeting in Red’s neighborhood. I like that the setting give you lots of room for adding your own details. And like Tiffany said, adds more intrigue to the lease question.

Don’t give up, party fans. I think there may be a party in her future.

If this is your first time reading, head back and catch Part I, II, and III!

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I stood on the corner, hands shoved into the pockets of my pea coat, looking from left to right. The misty, frigid air pressured me to make a choice.

A few blocks to the left would take me to Red’s loft. A few blocks to the right would take me to the market, where expensive, fresh ingredients for a new dish I’d been dying to try awaited me.

Ingredients I could afford, so long as I still lived virtually rent free with Meera, a luxury I’d have to forgo if I moved in with Red.

Of course, if I lived with Red, I would be living downtown, rather than driving into it whenever I wanted something special. The money saved in parking alone could go towards the occasional smelly cheese or fresh seafood.

I turned to the left, stepping into the crosswalk.

Then again, that money would probably go towards gas, now that I’d be commuting in and out of downtown every day. Sitting in traffic was going to eat up fuel in my ancient gas guzzler.

With a quick spin, I headed back to the sidewalk, nearly taking out an oncoming pedestrian. The jarring hit left me stumbling, only saving myself by landing elbow first against a parked car. My already tattered messenger bag was not so fortunate, finding itself on the damp, dirty ground.

I was relieved to hear a few choice words fade behind me, as the victim of my inattention kept moving. I held my elbow for a moment before leaning down to scoop up my bag, only to find it already on its way up.

“Are you alright?”

Eli stood there, my bag in hand.

“Umm, yeah.” I grabbed the bag and stepped up on to the sidewalk. “Sorry, you just saw how much of that?”

“’That’ being the sudden turn, crash, and stumble into the parked car?”

“Yup.”

“Just a bit of it.”

“Awesome. I’m usually not so…” I closed my eyes and scrunched up my nose, desperately searching for a word. I sighed and motioned to the lack of vocabulary coming out of my mouth. “I’m not whatever you want to call this.”

Eli smiled. “It happens to the best of us, Kate.”

I looked at Eli standing there in his gray wool coat, dark hair perfectly out of place, collar turned up slightly revealing a cobalt scarf, no doubt carefully selected to highlight his eyes.

“Somehow, I doubt that,” I mumbled.

“Sorry?”

“Not important. Your bruise seems to have healed nicely.”

He lifted a hand to his face where just the slightest remnant of his encounter with a hockey stick remained. “Thanks. The secret is applying heat. Clears away the pooled blood that makes for a nasty bruise.”

“Good to know. I may need that advice.” I held up my arm, rubbing my elbow and continued, “Thanks again for the help, but I don’t want to hold you up.”

“Actually, I was just headed across the street for a coffee. I’d love company if you aren’t expected somewhere.”

I started to say no, feeling the need to flee and end my embarrassment as soon as possible. But the combination of sitting down to something warm and caffeinated while listening to Eli talk was too tempting.

“Sure. Coffee sounds like a great idea.”

We quickly made our way across the street and into the café. It was one of those independent joints, the kind with overstuffed couches, local art on the walls, and only the hippest music playing in the background. I looked up at the wall in dismay, seeing no sign of a menu outlining my choices.

Eli leaned in. “Pretentious lot, but their coffee is excellent. Why don’t you grab us a seat and I’ll take care of ordering. How do you take yours?”

“Light and sweet.”

I headed over to an empty couch in the corner, setting my bag down on the floor and unbuttoning my coat. I flopped on to the couch and closed my eyes for a moment, happy to have a momentary reprieve from decision making.

“Here we are.”

Eli set two enormous mugs on the table in front of us. I leaned forward, holding mine in both hands, letting it warm them for a bit before taking a sip.

“Wow. You weren’t kidding. This is great.”

“Glad you approve. It’s good and close.”

“You live near here?”

He nodded. “Just a few blocks away.”

“How do you like it?”

“Well enough. The gray winters remind me a bit of home, although I wouldn’t mind seeing some sun now and again. But I hear it’s beautiful when the spring begins.”

“You haven’t been here long?”

“No, just a few months.” He paused to take a sip before continuing, “So, what has you so out of sorts this morning? If that’s not too personal.”

I shifted in my seat, suddenly feeling very boring.

“Oh, it’s nothing huge. I just need to make a decision about my living arrangements today. And it appears that I am nearly incapable of doing so.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. My roommate is moving away, but not for a few months. I found this amazing place right here in the city, but it means a tighter budget and a new roommate. I have to sign the lease by today if I want it.”

He sipped his coffee and stayed silent.

“So, I’m torn. I could wait it out a little longer, but that could mean missing out on this place.”

He continued sipping quietly.

“And…this is the part where I welcome words of wisdom or advice.”

One corner of his mouth turned up as he leaned forward, placing his mug on the coffee table.

“Your friend is moving in a few months?”

I nodded.

“So, you’ll have to find a place, whether it’s now or then. There are no guarantees that future roommates won’t be just as odd, or worse, and no guarantees that the apartments you find will be as nice or more affordable, correct?”

I nodded again. What was it about his accent that made him sound twenty IQ points smarter than most people?

“Then, what is it that is really holding you back? And don’t say fear. Because I can tell that’s not it.”

He was right. I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t know how he knew that, but it was true. I took a breath and let the answer out in a big exhale.

“Money. I mean, you’ve seen where I work. I’m not exactly a screaming success in that department.”

Eli sat back into the couch, his head tilted to one side, eyes narrowed, looking me in the eye. I stared back, not sure what else to do.

“It seems to me, then, that we need to fix your money problem.”

“Just like that?”

“Well, not quite ‘just like that’, but yes, I think I have a fairly simple solution.”

I sat quietly, eyebrows raised, signaling him to continue.

He responded with a full smile. “You can work for me.”

“Like, fetch your coffee and dry cleaning?”

“Not exactly. I’m not saying that won’t ever be one of your duties, but there will be plenty else for you to do. Researching clients and potential candidates is a lot of work, as is the wooing process. I could use the help.”

I wanted to say something smart and coy about his ability to afford me, something witty and confident, but knowing the last decade of my work experience was sadly lacking, I opted to save the clever quips for another time.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I mean, so long as it pays better than the rink, I don’t see why I should say no.”

“I could see plenty of reasons. But the pay will definitely be better than the rink. And if you tire of working for me, I can at least find you work elsewhere and recommend you in good conscience.”

I bit the inside of my lower lip. It all seemed too easy. But who said life had to be hard?

I took a deep breath and put on a smile. “Then, pending the details of ‘where, when, and how much’, I guess I look forward to working with you?”

Another smile.

“Fantastic. My office is nearby, you can start as soon as possible, and we can discuss pay, but I’m thinking $25 an hour would be fair, to start.”

I instantly regretted sipping my coffee as he spoke, choking as he finished his sentence, sending me into a less than attractive coughing fit.

“Are you alright?”

I gave Eli a thumbs up as I continued coughing. He leaned forward and grabbed my phone from the coffee table, taking his from his front coat pocket. He made a few motions, then handed my phone to me as my fit subsided.

“You have my contact information now, and I have yours. Let me know when you’re ready to start.” Eli looked at his phone and frowned. “I hate to cut this short, but I have an appointment I need to get to. I will hear from you, yes?”

I nodded and watched as he stood up, smoothing his coat and placing the phone back in his pocket.

“Thank you, Eli. For the coffee and, well, everything.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He turned toward the door, pausing for a moment to look back and wave, before heading out and disappearing down the block.

I sunk back into my corner of the couch, hardly believing my morning. Grabbing my bag off the ground, I yanked the lease agreement from the inside, rummaged around for a pen, and signed it.

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Onward!

How does Meera react to Kate’s decision?

BONUS ROUND: I’ll be conducting some character interviews in the weeks to come. In the comments, vote for the character you would like interviewed and submit your questions. I can’t guarantee what they’ll say in the interview, but I do know they won’t give away any spoilers.

Maybe a hint or two, though.

Part V

Tell Me a Story – Part II

Last week, I asked for you how our character Kate finds her new living space and what is is like. As expected, you had some great (and detailed recommendations). This week’s installment was created by two suggestions, from Tiffany and Candice:

Tiffany: Because I love New Girl soooo much, how about Kate finds her new place on Craig’s list. It’s risky, but there are sooooo many directions you can go here. It’s a beautiful loft apartment overlooking the “fine arts” area of town. Everything’s perfect except for her odd roommate – she’s a recluse.

Candice: Yes, definitely Craig’s list, and the roommate is odd, but it’s worth it because they offer to cover most of the rent. Or, it’s rent-controlled so she only has to cover utilities or something, but the roommate hates hates HATES to live alone. And we have a mystery to solve!

If you haven’t already read Part I, go catch yourself up. For the rest of you…

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I did a little dance on the steps of the towering brick edifice in front of me, waiting a moment for a response before hitting the buzzer again. Didn’t they know it was cold outside?

There was a loud squeal and some indistinguishable sounds before a voice shouted through the intercom.

“What do you want?”

“Ummm…I have an appointment to see an apartment. My name is Kate –

“Oh, right, I’ll buzz you in.”

I heard the buzz and click combo all the older buildings here sang when greeting their guests. I quickly grabbed the door before it could lock back up and let myself inside. Digging in my pockets, I searched for my phone so I could confirm which apartment I should be heading to.

Sixth Floor, Apartment 1A.

I spotted the elevator, stepped in and hit the number 6. The elevator lurched upwards, causing me to stumble back and reach for the rail that wasn’t there. It shook back and forth, heaving like an old man straining to get up off the floor.

When it finally reached its destination, I leapt out, telling myself that the stairs might be a better option on the way back down as I looked up and down the hallway for 1A.

To my surprise, there were only two doors to choose from, one labeled “Exit”, the other with what looked like a faded A.

As I knocked on the barely labeled door, it swung open. A woman stood there, tall, with red hair, cut pixie short. “Come in, come in,” she said, rushing me inside.

I stepped inside as she walked across the room away from me. “With you in a sec.”

I watched as she headed over to a couch and sat in front of a laptop, typing away with furious speed and focus. I assumed that “be with you” wasn’t an invitation to join her, so I remained standing by the door.

As I stood there, I scanned the apartment. Advertised as a “spacious, open air living space w/loft” I imagined that I would be walking into five hundred square feet of floor, a hot plate, and a homemade platform big enough to throw a mattress on.

Instead, I was gazing at well over a thousand square feet of polished concrete floor, wall to wall windows, and a chrome staircase leading to an open loft. The kitchen area had butcher block counters and shiny retro styled appliances. Save the coffee table strewn with newspapers and file folders, the place was immaculate.

In the same moment that I felt a twinge of excitement over how great this place looked, I felt the weight of disappointment, knowing that the rent in the craigslist ad had to be a typo. Eight hundred a month was a steal for a tiny hovel in the heart of downtown, let alone for a sprawling loft.

This was going to be a complete waste of time, and now I was going to have to trek down six flights of stairs or ride to my certain doom in that deathtrap of an elevator…

“Kate?”

I looked up at the woman, who I now imagined must be some sort of evil elven queen who lured people into her clutches with promises of reasonable rent and mountain views.

“Yes, sorry. I was just admiring the place.”

She shrugged. “It serves its purpose. How soon are you looking to move?”

“Within the next two months, but honestly, I think I must have read the ad wrong.”

“Oh? I’m not one for flowery descriptions, but the ad was accurate.”

“No, no, you’re description was just fine, I’m just sure that the ad I looked at must have had a typo.” I paused and scrunched up my nose before continuing, “In the price.”

“Eight hundred a month, including utilities. Is that not what you read?”

I blinked, disbelieving. “No. I mean, yes.”

She stared at me, narrowing her eyes slightly, then suddenly whipped around towards the center of the apartment. “Well, this is the place. As you can see, lots of living space, big kitchen, and then the upstairs.”

I followed as she headed up the staircase. At the top was a large empty area, wood floors, with a closet and small bathroom. As I stepped towards the center of the room, trying to get a better look at the bathroom, the woman turned towards me. “This would be your room. It’s open but private enough.”

“My room? I’m sorry, I’m a little confused.”

“I sleep downstairs.” She looked around and shook her head, “I don’t like it up here.”

“So you live here. I mean, you will be living here, too?”

“Yes, of course. Is that a problem?” She raised an eyebrow, creating an impossibly question mark-like curve with it.

“Uh, no? I’m sorry, I just didn’t think I responded to a roommate wanted ad.”

“Oh, that. Yes. Too many strange people answer those. You weed out more creeps this way.”

“Ah.” I wasn’t entirely sure that she didn’t fall into either of those categories.

“So, are you interested?”

I took another look around. The place was pretty amazing, the rent within my very sad budget, and while the unplanned roommate was odd, she didn’t exactly scream “I’ll kill you in your sleep”.

“I think I am, actually. Yes,” I quickly added with conviction, “I am definitely interested.”

She took off down the stairs, with me scrambling behind, and headed to a desk in one corner of the room and grabbed a folder.

“You’ll find a lease agreement inside. Get that and the deposit to me within 24 hours. I’m here all day tomorrow.”

“Ok.”

I stood motionless, staring at the folder.

“Now, if you could show yourself out, I have some things I need to attend to.”

“Oh, right, of course. Sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I started towards the door, then turned just as I was grabbing the handle.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t actually catch your name?”

“Red.”

“Oh,” I smiled, motioning to her hair, “is that what your friend’s call you?”

She was back on the couch with her laptop. Without looking up, she deadpanned, “Yes. Because that’s my name.”

“Right. Ok.”

I quickly made my way out into the hallway before I could offend my soon-to-be roommate with any more questions. I looked at the exit door leading to the stairs, the elevator doors, then at the folder. I stepped towards the death trap and hit the call button.

If I was going to take the leap and move in with an odd stranger, I may as well start taking chances now. I took a deep breath as I stepped inside the elevator and watched the doors slowly squeal shut.

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Even though Kate is getting an amazing deal on rent, she still needs to be working to pay the bills. Question is, what does she do for a living?

That’s your cue, folks.

Leave your suggestions and comments below and tune in next week for Part III!

[Part III is now up. Go! Read!]