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 Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 10:24 am
((Only Aaron Arrikanez and Krys Ricci are to post in this thread, thank you (-: ))
Krys opened the door to her office and then walked in. Her office was somewhat of a mess. The built in bookshelves had books, but they were piled on their sides instead of standing up. There were some posters, but instead of being hung they were resting up next to the cabinets and desk. Everything else was in boxes.
There were some furniture. A desk was on the far side of the room, and two chairs waited in front of them. All of them looked worn; the desk was dull with noticeable scratches. The chairs had some tears but were actually comfy-looking and broken in.
"Please," Krys stepped aside to let Ian in, "have a seat and we can get started."
The woman closed the door behind him and then walked to the desk as he got himself situated, "I am sorry about the mess, I still haven't finished unpacking yet."
Krys sat in her chair, setting the file on her desk. She looked up with a smile, "So, why don't you tell me a little about why you want to adopt a plant? Most people prefer pets that can interact with them."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 4:31 pm
"Are you kidding? Who says you can't interact with a plant?"
He fished in his pocket for a cigarette, and drew one out, slipping it between his lips, but not lighting it.
"I've raised plants since I was really little. They've been my 'pets' for as long as I can remember. I did some... mm... 'alternate' trading a while ago that used plants extensively. I find that all of the plants I've raised interact with me to a level that most four-legged, or even two-legged, pets never achieve. They grow better when you talk to them, I can tell them things, and they'll never get up and walk away, or tell me I'm full of it. You care for them, and you feel like you've actually accomplished something. You're not going to be stressed and aggravated as you would be with, say... a puppy. As far as getting up and moving, that doesn't really matter to me. There are a lot more important things in this world than speech and movement - Plants know that. I can talk to them, and they listen. Sometimes, they talk back."
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 3:01 pm
Krys's smile widened when Ian asked about the interaction levels with a plant. She was about to say she meant more 'traditional' means of interacting more so that just pure interaction. Her mouth closed with an audible 'clack' as she let the man continue with his answer.
An eyebrow arched in question at the cigarette, but she chose not to mention it. Krys about about to ask what plants have talked back, but didn't feel that was quite appropriate given the circumstances.
"So," the woman jotted a few notes down and then leaned back with her notepad in her hands, "You seem to like plants a lot. What is it about them that really attracts you? Aside from the things that you already mentioned. Are there any in particular that you enjoy more than others?"
Krys looked up, and decided to ask one last question, "And how do you take to authority, like rules?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 4:34 pm
Ian thought about that question for a few moments before opening his mouth to answer. Then shutting it again as he ran over another answer in his head, and decided to use that one instead.
"What I like about plants? They provide us - as a race - with so much. They make the air we breathe, and the hold together the soil under our feet. They enhance our lives by bringing greenery into them, and sometimes they even SAVE our lives when we use them as medication. I prefer... 'illegal' varieties of plants more so than the tamer. They're harder to raise, and have much more stringent conditions under which they grow. It's not a surprise that people find raising them a challenge. But I LIKE challenge."
He snorted at the final question, and shook his head slightly before answering.
"Rules and I get along - as long as they're not obvious, completely inane, or frustrating. Stuff like, oh, I dunno... "don't swear in the company of ladies", "keep your room neat". "keep a journal". "raise your child well" - Stuff like that I do fine with. It's the details I hate. You know, stuff like curfews, or specific instructions on how to do something that contradict a way I know to do it better and more efficiently - THOSE are the kind that I don't agree with."
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 2:30 pm
Krys smirked as she listened to Ian. As he continued talking, a smile widened over her face. As he talked, he seemed to fit what she was looking for with this particular plant more and more.
The woman couldn't help but snort a little at his thoughts on rules. Well, soon enough, he may know why.
When Ian finished, Krys grabbed the file and stood up. She leaned far over the desk to had it to the young man sitting across from her. "Well, Mr. Drayton, I believe we have a plant that will fit your....needs."
It was the Cannabis file, with care instructions and a picture of a young sprouting plant paperclipped to the front.
After Ian took it, Krys grabbed another thing: a small lined-journal. Her ironic smile returned, "And this... is something optional but we supply it anyways. It's a journal if you so choose to use it. We don't require it, but it is there if you'd like to utilize it."
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:42 am
Ian took a look at the picture of the plant, and almost burst out laughing. Cannabis! PERFECT. He scanned the instructions thoroughly, and nodded to himself, already knowing the finer points on taking care of this species. He smiled a bit.
"Thank you ever so much, Ms. Ricci. I will do my utmost to provide care for this lovely young sproutling to the best of my abilities."
He stood, and extended his hand to shake hers.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 7:41 pm
Krys's exposed eye sparkled. She was sure he would do his best with Cannabis. The small woman came around her desk to shake his hand. But... she didn't let it go, "Glad to hear that, let's go see you plant. We like to make sure that when the interview goes well that the new caretaker knows the location of their charge." She was stronger than she looked, and as Krys walked to the door of her office she drug the teen with her. It wasn't until they were almost out of the office part that she finally let go of his hand. "If you'll follow me, Mr. Drayton." Krys wore a smile, but with her back to Ian, he probably didn't see it. Just like she didn't see his reaction to being pulled so long. ((If you would respond here, and then go to the SOUTH ARBOR, we shall continue there))
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