Adventure in my blood, Home in my heart
Jane Porter here. Eighteen years old and a sophomore at Elias University. I want to fly and maybe touch the clouds sometimes, but I know that's very much impossible, so I'll settle with exploring the great world around me. Double Major in Ecology and Art History, with a minor in Art.
No no don’t rescue me
I like the salt water sting
It feels so good to feel
It feels so good just to feel something
In the sea in the sea in the sea in the sea
goodbye my almost lover
goodbye my hopeless dream
Maximus White. Pleasure to make your acquaintance Ms. Jane.
Well you know what they say. Some people will do anything for a buck. Though I hope this was merely an unfortunate error. Do you read many novels, ma’am?
I understand your sentiment entirely.
Likewise, Maximus. That’s such a regal name, I must say, so even if you prefer Max, I shall have to call you Maximus because one does not meet many Maximus-es in one’s lifetime.
Oh, yes I do. Thank goodness for libraries because I’m too broke to buy all the books I want and I simply haven’t got enough room. I’m in the middle of Anna Karenina right now. Take two. Take one was when I was fourteen and couldn’t appreciate it. And on the side, I’m reading some kitschy novel for pleasure. And you?
My daddy says he got used to the scent after years of working with animals but it still throws me off.
No ma’am, you did not. I omitted the fact from my original post in the interest of not upsetting the more sensitive. We merely reached a point in the conversation where to continue to omit it would cloud the conversation, and I neglected to clarify the point—my apologies.
I agree. Proper disposal is always preferable. It prevents future problems. It appears to have passed from blunt trauma, but I haven’t the tools or clearance to do a further investigation.
…it already is.
Oh, don’t worry about it. And I’m Jane, by the way. No need to call me ma’am, especially since I’m probably lots younger than you are. I can’t imagine that we had many deer on this island to begin with… that’s terribly odd for one to have been killed in a library of all places. Almost sounds like a murder mystery novel, except not at the same time.
Well, if there’s one thing I don’t miss about fieldwork it’s that smell.
They said they could retrieve it tomorrow. Were outside I’d have few concerns, as surely some scavenger would find it palatable, but I doubt coyotes are welcome in the fitness center.
Someone’s proposing jerky, but until cause of death is determined, that seems an unwise protocol to proceed with in my eyes.
I suppose I’ll try the Department of Fish and Game.
…or janitorial service.
Oh gosh, I must’ve missed the part where you said it was dead… let’s see… well, since I’m pretty sure the only scavengers on the island are vultures, you could get maintenance to bring the carcass to the empty lot…though I think it would be better if it was properly disposed of…if the deer was poisoned or something, we don’t want that to get into the ecosystem.
But then again, it could’ve died of something more mundane. Better dispose of it away from people; the stench will be unbearable.
I understand that use of the stairs is something to be encouraged, but I’m pretty sure that health standards are being violated here.
Oh gosh, the poor animal! Has anyone called animal control?