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Post by zippum on Sept 13, 2009 18:20:12 GMT -5
 AN ORDINARY BOY, AN ORDINARY NAME
but ordinary's just not good enough today[/b] • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/size][/size][/center] The shift had started at seven that night, like it usually did. The bar was filled up with many different people, seeing as it was a Friday night. Women and men alike flocked the intimate bar, mingling amongst each other. Raithen watched as he normally did from behind the bar, making drinks when the custumers ordered them. That night seemed to be a steady flow of alcohol, so he kept busy. At about quarter to ten, it was time for him to take his first break. Relieving himself from the spot behind the bar, he made his way through the crowd and out the front door. Normally he would leave through the back to avoid trouble from his boss, but the doorway had been blocked by the guys making a late delivery on a few items they had been running short on.
The air was crisp outside, nipping at his skin as soon as he stepped out. In jeans and a red long sleeve tee, he wasn't exactly safe from the cold, but it truly didn't bother him all that much. As he stood leaning against the wall of the building, he felt an object inside his back pocket. The cellphone was out in seconds, and he realized he had a voicemail. Once the phone was against his ear in seconds, a voice flooding through the speaker. It was his close friend, Violet. He couldn't help but smile as she giggled in her message, her voice a familiar sound. When the message was finished, he called back rather quickly to let her know he was at work. But not surprisingly, he got her voicemail. So he left her a message and hung up the phone. What he hadn't realized was that it was still on silent as he slipped it back in his pocket. He expected her to return the call shortly. So he waited a good five minutes with no luck. Frowning, he took out the phone and it flashed 'new voicemail'. That's when it clicked he hadn't turned up the volume. Rolling his eyes at himself, he let out a soft sigh as he called voicemail to check the message. Basically, she was going to be on her way.
From his other pocket he grabbed out a pack of cigarettes. It really was a gross habit, that he wasn't proud of for that matter. Honestly, he was going to try and quit... Right after this pack was gone. Lighting one up, he stuck it in his mouth taking a drag, as he blew the smoke out into the cold night air. Leaning his back against the wall again, he watched people pass by as he waited for his friend to arrive.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size] STATUS: complete. TAG: miss violet connolly.
WORDS:455. LYRICS: superman's dead - our lady peace
OUTFIT: here! CREDIT: i dream of GEE ! & ` damaged goods of caution.[/font][/center] |
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Post by smalls2 on Sept 13, 2009 19:49:11 GMT -5
 --- 'cause there ain't no rest for the wicked[/font][/color][/i] until we close our eyes for good ---[/font][/center] Putting the finishing touches on the hem of Christopher's denim jeans, Violet took a second glance at her handiwork. Never, in a million years, would she had expected to have enjoyed hemming clothes. And Chris wasn't even her child. Yet, he was the closest thing she had to a child at the moment. Her relationship with Jason had been total bliss, and she enjoyed every moment with him. It had been hard at first, as he had been so hesitate about dating. But with a small young child around, she figured that had been why. She had simply figured that Jason didn't want to date everyone and there mother, exposing his son to everyone, only to have a relationship not work out and have not one, but two, people sitting around with broken hearts. So much sadness had happened to the Fields men already, Violet didn't want anything else to happen because of her.
Laying the jeans on the back of her new sofa, she changed into something more "appropriate" for being seen outside of her house. Her outfit was a simple; it wasn't like she was going to impress anyone. It was only Raithen after all, who was more like a brother to her to begin with. The bar he worked at was less than a half hour's drive from her house, but the excitement of having a drink and seeing her old friend made her right foot feel like it was made of led, and she got to the bar within fifteen minutes. She had to look around for a few minutes until she spotted a free space that was neither in a handicapped or a police space. A small victory but a good one, nonetheless. She wasn't planning on getting drunk, as she had to be at work by eleven thirty tomorrow, but a few drinks would be nice.
Putting her hoodie hands into the hoodie's pockets as she felt the cool air hit her, she smiled and quickly took them out as she ran towards her friend. "Raithen!" she said, wrapping her arms around him before he could protest. Pulling away, her smile faded as she put her hands on her hips and made a "tsk"-ing sound. "Raith, as a doctor, must I annoy you with my speech that I give all my patient's parents about smoking? You told me last time you were quitting."
[/b] she said, still trying to sound like she had the upper hand on him. ---------------------------------------------[/color] threads: heretagged: me, i suppose. and mister blackwell. notes: chuck taylors rule. count: four twenty-nine.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by zippum on Sept 14, 2009 20:32:01 GMT -5
AN ORDINARY BOY, AN ORDINARY NAME
but ordinary's just not good enough today [/b] • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/size][/size][/center] The cold air would probably get to a lot of people rather quickly, but the messy haired guy standing against the wall of the building simply ignored it as he took a long drag from his cigarette. It wasn't far from work to Violet's house, he knew that. Probably about twenty five to thirty five minutes if he had to guess off the top of his head. So when a cheerful voice was calling out his name within the alotted time, he wasn't taken by surprise. "Raithen!" Petite Violet already had her arms around him by the time he even noticed her. One hand raised above her head to hold the cigarette, he carefully wrapped his free arm and hand around her waist to return the hug before releasing. That's when he heard the 'tsk' noise and knew what was coming.
"Raith, as a doctor, must I annoy you with my speech that I give all my patient's parents about smoking? You told me last time you were quitting." Laughing lightly, he looked at the small cigarette butt and dropped it on the ground, squishing it with the toe of his shoe. "No, because's you've given me it already," he grinned. "And I am trying to quit," he went on, smirking slightly as he did. As he glanced away, he added, "After this pack." To be fair though, there was only a few left in the package. He had already cut down quite a bit on how many he smoked a day, so he really was getting somewhere. "Anyways, hello to you too Vi," he greeted her with a charming smile.
His blue orbs darted about briefly as he took in the small group of people walking towards the bar from down the street. Then, his hand moved into his jean's pocket to grab his cell phone and look at the time. Break was about over. Motioning with his hand to Violet, he opened to door for her. "Break's over, let's go," he informed her politely.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/size] STATUS: complete. TAG: miss violet connolly.
WORDS:340. LYRICS: superman's dead - our lady peace
OUTFIT: here! CREDIT: i dream of GEE ! & ` damaged goods of caution.
NOTES: aha, i agree with you thurr.[/font][/center] |
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