Post by artemis cadence russell on Feb 7, 2012 18:20:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] A T T Y i had everything... artemis russell didn't work well with boredom. of course, she had to be bored sometimes. on days when she wasn't feeling musical and wasn't working, that was basically all she felt. she tried killing time. calling up booty calls or seeing if she could catch her roommate on a lunch break or something of the sort. doing yoga. watching various oscar nominated movies so she could bitch about how various other indie films deserved the title more. she even cleaned the kitchen for the first time in ages when she realized that she wanted to make popcorn but there wasn't a large bowl clean for her to put it in. she did everything she could from meditation to reading to smoking a bit and trying to start something with a few neighbors. the end result? she was still bored. so she took a drive. probably not her wisest move considering she'd probably have to drop by a gas station before heading home and it was freezing and she never dressed appropriately for the weather, but anything was better than staying home when she was bored. bad things always ended up happening when she was bored and she'd promised blake that she'd try to refrain from bad things when he couldn't be bothered to get her out of such situations. so instead, she went on a drive. that was her mistake, though. because nothing in hartford sounded nice. she didn't want to drop by any of the bars that would accept her or even the ones that wouldn't and the mall didn't interest her and god forbid she ever step foot in a pony expresso because it's name was so fucking stupid. she debated dropping by her workplace and just saying that she was working and they couldn't stop her from getting up there and giving a bunch of perverts something to dream about. but that didn't sound nearly as tempting as usual either and besides, a lot of her shit usually ended up getting stolen there and she was quite fond of everything she was wearing. so she wrote that off. by the time she got sick of driving, everything still felt like a stupid option to drop by so she ended up just pulling into the parking lot of the nearest starbucks to grab herself a coffee. and there she'd been for three hours. three. fucking. hours. for all she knew, blake was out of work and del wasn't busy and brad could be done running his stupid codes but she hadn't bothered even glancing at her phone and had instead been stuck in a weird, almost zombie-like state of silence while sitting with her elbows rested on a table in starbucks. occasionally, someone would drop by to talk to her but they were either employees asking if she needed anything or just people attempting to hit on her - or in one case, a man who thought she was a prostitute which had been the most amusing conversation she'd had in a while. but mostly she just sat there and drank coffee after coffee after coffee. the only variety came when her stomach told her that she needed to get actual food in it and she got herself one of the deli sandwiches they kept wrapped and refrigerated near the non-coffee drinks. otherwise? she was motionless. a statue in a busy shop. and they never complained which she thought was a miracle. then again, if they were getting so much business from a girl who seemed to have nothing better to do than sit in their stupid shop and eat all their stupid food, she supposed there was a good reason for that. however, she'd pay for some company. someone she knew or even someone she didn't know. maybe even the cute guy who had rung her up the last time or the barista who had been eyeing her not-so-surreptitiously since her shift started. right now she was willing for anyone to walk past but she supposed there was no harm in ordering another coffee. so she did - nothing big. just a grande caramel macchiato because lord knows she couldn't live without one in her life and a cookie larger than her hand to satisfy her abnormally large sweet tooth. then she took up her post in the corner of the shop, laying back on a very comfortable chair they had with her legs crossed over one another, drumming her fingers on the table as she sipped her coffee and waited for a more thrilling opportunity. she'd give it another hour. then she'd head home. or at least check her phone. ...opportunities for eternity |
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