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Post by Slovenia on Nov 9, 2011 16:55:54 GMT -8
Danica stood up quickly, following Roderich's gaze to prevent him from seeing the poster clearly. Her face remained neutral so he wouldn't suspect what she was doing, and hopefully, it was working.
She noticed he strained his eyes to look behind her, which confirmed her suspicions. Unless she wanted an angry and/or terrified Austrian doctor to deal with, she had better get him away from this area. "Yes, let's." She said calmly. She raised an arm, gesturing him to go forward. "It is this way." Opposite direction of the posters, of course. He, hesitatingly, walked in her direction, his head twisting awkwardly, perhaps to get one last look, but he knew she was watching so he could not get far.
Hell and damnation. That damned town continued to stand in her way, even when she no longer lived there. Tch, she only burned down her own house and that was all! They did believe she committed murder, but that was untrue. She gritted her teeth, not helping a small glare in her eyes. She supposed she shouldn't have expected differently, but it was still extremely annoying.
As they made their way down the streets, the weather decided to finally drop the heavy rain drops the clouds were carrying. The people around them didn't seem troubled by it, as they were used to it. Even the youngsters, which made up over half of the city anyway, didn't utter a complaint. Strange.
Eventually they made it to the library, an exquisite building with an antique exterior. It was a large building and carefully cared for, as Slovenians preserved their literature in the most effective way as possible. Danica looked up at it, her headache worsening. A place that I used to love...She blinked back the pain. "Here we are. I don't think this will take very long, if you want to help."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Dec 29, 2011 20:52:56 GMT -8
Roderich was not happy about being herded. It was only serving to make that paranoia resurface again, like she had a reason to be keeping him away from the poster.
What, is she a dangerous criminal who is going to lure you somewhere then kill you? You're in public places, you'll be fine.
Psychopaths hide in plain sight.
He jogged behind her, at war with himself and barely noticing the rain. Reaching the library they ducked in and the warm, familiar, old-paper smell of the library assaulted his senses. A movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to turn. A dark-haired woman in a dress, smiling to herself as she pored over a volume in the reading room... but he blinked and she was gone.
Shaking his head a few times to clear it, he addressed Danica.
"Are we looking for fires? How far back?"
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Post by Slovenia on Dec 31, 2011 18:19:38 GMT -8
Relieved that he didn't see the poster, she immediately made her way towards where the old newspapers were kept, somehow knowing exactly where they were. She had the feeling she had spent a lot of time in this place a long time ago, but that was again absurd. Young children didn't spend time in libraries.
"Around seventeen to nineteen years. Look for news that had one or two survivors." She replied, already browsing through a newspaper that was seventeen years old. Most of it was covering the turmoil the world was going through at the time and the aftermath. The world was a chaotic place during and after World War Two. Her head began to ache at the thought, as well as one area of her neck. Political and economic issues spread throughout the entire world, as quote; "It felt like a part of their countries were missing." It was only when she was a very young teenager that things started to settle down. Until of course, the rise of pirates. She grinned on the inside. It was somehow nice to be a part of the resulting chaos after the first.
Danica was so immersed in the history that she didn't catch the beady stare of one of the librarians, who was starting to put her face to a certain picture posted around town. It was lucky that the old lady was slow, giving Danica and Roderich plenty of time before the storm.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Feb 5, 2012 9:35:19 GMT -8
Well, some children didn't spend their time in libraries. Musical prodigies with voracious reading habits who later went into the medical field practically lived in libraries.
He mentally filed away that particular time frame as being towards either the end of the war or immediately after. Roderich moved a few aisles down from Danica, ignoring the larger national papers in favor of local publications, and starting on the second page of each one. No point sifting through the war and reconstruction cover stories when he was looking for an isolated local curiosity.
DISASTROUS HOME FIRE - LARGE LOSS OF LIFE
Eighteen years...good.
Roderich grabbed the rest of that week's papers, skimming articles detailing an attempt to recover bodies from the rubble, and the revelation that two people had survived, one a very small child. He returned to his companion and deposited the papers on a nearby reading table.
"Danica, I found these."
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Post by Slovenia on Feb 15, 2012 19:08:49 GMT -8
Danica poured over the various papers and articles, not paying attention to her surroundings at all. It might as well been static in her ears, the whispers as the librarians stared at her, looking at each other then back to her. Trouble was brewing, and Danica didn't have the luxury to notice yet.
She did not know how much time had passed when Roderich interrupted her search, but he seemed to have results. "Ah.." was all she could muster as she took the papers from him.
DISASTROUS HOME FIRE- LARGE LOSS OF LIFE
She blinked away any unnecessary emotions as she continued on, her headache only getting worse.
The cause of the fire was still unknown. It started at night, out of nowhere. Fire Department baffled. Five deaths recorded, two survivors. One survivor was a two year old. Survivors still in shock. Names have not been released yet.
She flipped to the next article.
DISASTROUS HOME FIRE STILL MYSTERY- BODIES HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED
She skimmed through what she already knew, reading for the names. Her throat tightened as she read the name 'Erjavek'; her last name, and the various first names she didn't know, but she knew was once related to her. The next article was about how her, now confirmed, aunt who couldn't take care of her due to the mental stress, and how she put up the two year old survivor for adoption, how she was then transferred away etc, etc. Each article became noticeably smaller and smaller.
"You seem to have a gift for finding exactly what one needs. This is indeed about my family." She gathered the articles up without a word, putting them back where they came from. Mystery solved. Everything's swell now. Let that damned curtain fall.
She turned her head toward the entrance, but immediately turned back when she realized one of the librarians was talking to a police officer.
Oh hell.
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