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fandomtownies2014-04-08 01:31 pm
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2014-04-08 01:31 pm
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Fandom Post Office, April 8 (Tuesday)
An offhanded remark by a customer along her mail route this week had put the idea into Éponine's head to try her hand at writing. She clearly had a lot of imagination, the person had said, so maybe she should try writing down all those ideas to preserve them.
To be entirely fair, the comment had been a very diplomatic attempt to get her to stop rambling and go back to delivering mail. Éponine strongly suspected this was the case, but thought it was a good idea anyway, so she'd swiped a wirebound notebook from a drawer somewhere in the office (old, and yellowing around the edges of the pages, but otherwise unused) and promptly appropriated it for her own use.
What? No one else was using it. Why waste it?
As it turned out, this writing thing was harder than it looked -- at least, it was for a girl who'd only ever learned to write for strictly functional purposes. There was a big difference between scrawling succinct warning notes and coming up with enough words to properly explain what was going on in her head. It was frustrating, and made her once again resent how much of an education she'd missed.
As the day went on, the number of crumpled wads of paper on the floor was just going to slowly but steadily increase.
To be entirely fair, the comment had been a very diplomatic attempt to get her to stop rambling and go back to delivering mail. Éponine strongly suspected this was the case, but thought it was a good idea anyway, so she'd swiped a wirebound notebook from a drawer somewhere in the office (old, and yellowing around the edges of the pages, but otherwise unused) and promptly appropriated it for her own use.
What? No one else was using it. Why waste it?
As it turned out, this writing thing was harder than it looked -- at least, it was for a girl who'd only ever learned to write for strictly functional purposes. There was a big difference between scrawling succinct warning notes and coming up with enough words to properly explain what was going on in her head. It was frustrating, and made her once again resent how much of an education she'd missed.
As the day went on, the number of crumpled wads of paper on the floor was just going to slowly but steadily increase.
Mod Your Post Office [4/8]
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I love everything about this gif. WEETINY COPYCAT AZELMA AND AUGH.