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[ryder]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Elina was not in a good mood from the moment she woke up that morning and her face said it all. Her brother had gone out the night before and come home hideously drunk which wouldn’t have been an issue had he not stumbled into her room and vomited all over her bed, leaving her to clear it up as well as put him to bed and make sure he didn’t choke and die. As much as she felt that would be perfect revenge, Elina had her brother to thank for her moving halfway across the country back to Connecticut and forcing her to find Gerard again. Well, she hadn’t actually plucked up the courage to go and see him yet, but she had made the move to find out that was still lecturing at the University. It was half the battle in her eyes. She sighed heavily as she pushed open the door to the coffee shop, striding forwards towards the queue. The smell of coffee wafted up her nose and made her lick her lips without realising, her eyes immediately darting to the range of foods displayed behind the glass counter. She hadn’t slept much at all and so it was no wonder she was surrounded by businessmen – after all it was half past seven in the morning. She yawned and tapped her toes quietly as she waited behind suited men and women, their briefcases shining like patent leather, impatiently looking at their watches every few minutes. Soon enough Elina was at the front of the queue with a black coffee in hand, thanking the barista profusely before shuffling towards an empty table. The coffee shop was booming, filled to the brim with anxious business types who she imagined would soon be jetting off to their high powered jobs where they’d shout at poor interns while edging closer to a heart attack. She smirked to herself at the thought and moved towards a quiet corner, slouching herself down into a seat as she placed her coffee on the table. She sighed heavily once more before pulling her bag onto her lap, the weight of the contents making a furrow appear between her two slender brows. Tugging the satchel open she pulled her laptop from it, sliding it onto the table carefully in order to avoid spilling her coffee, before dropping her now much lighter satchel back onto the floor. Lifting the laptop’s lid she began to chew her bottom lip, knowing full well of what was awaiting her inside. Since moving to Hartford she had been working as a freelance journalist, however her previous paper was still sending her articles to write – she just wasn’t directly employed by them anymore. This meant that her work had to be better than usual because they were shortly to find a replacement and then she would be stumped for work – she hadn’t managed to sort anything out in Hartford yet. In her day dream Elina barely noticed that her hand which was grasping for her coffee cup was edging closer and closer, her finger tips grazing the handle. It caused her to snap out of her daze only to watch her ceramic mug slip from her fingertips and fall off the edge of the table, crashing against the hard flooring and smashing. Coffee split across the floor like blood in a murder scene and Elina winced, her nose crumpling and brow furrowing as the shards ricocheted across the floor. Biting her bottom lip hard she slipped off her chair and crouched, doing her best to scoop the larger pieces back together without cutting herself. The other patrons had turned to stare, offering no help, and watched as she scrambled to fix the mess. Muttering quietly to herself she looked up, gesturing to a barista to help. But as she did her finger cut and her 7a9aa9 blood began to flow, spilling rapidly over her hand. ”Shit”, she whispered loudly to herself, standing up and looking around for her bag, grasping at the napkin which was resting where her mug had once been. ”Does anyone happen to have a band aid at hand?”, she asked the staring masses, only to receive a pigeon-like mutter of sorry’s and no’s as she was left clutching her bleeding hand with a heavy sigh. word count – 718, clothes – here, listening to – bouncing off the walls by sugarcult, comments – open to anyone!, credit – picture from photobucket.

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[william james morgan]

As always Will was up at the crack of dawn and he found himself tired as hell. Diane had of course been up and awake half the night and now she was up and awake again there was no point in trying to get her to go back to sleep. Instead he scooped her out of her little crib and cradled her close, moving back to bed for a moment and just cuddling the baby close, but soon she got restless and clearly wanted some food. So up he went and prepared a bottle for her while he let her play on her little blanket on the floor. Well mostly she flailed around and looked at the little plushies he'd made to hang over her head. A warm smile spread on his face as he approached her and she smiled at him. Once he'd got her all fed and changed he decided that now may be a good time for a walk. Sure he wanted to go for a run today as well, but somehow he felt a bit too tired for that at the moment.

Instead he got out the carrying blanket and attached her so she was cradled against his chest, smiling up at him. He couldn't help but smile back, she really just made him happy, even when she'd kept him up most of the night. A yawn left him as he headed out the door and started walking to wards the coffee shop, then he changed his mind and decided he might as well make a bit of an outing for the two of them. Heading back inside he grabbed some extra changes of nappies for her and an extra bottle and then grabbed his car keys, why not take a trip to Hartford? It wasn't too far and it was a bit of a trip they could make without getting home too late. Soon they found themselves in Hartford and he looked for a place to park, thinking they'd be doing well with a walk around here anyway.

Once parked he once more fastened her in the carrying blanket on his stomach and headed for something that looked like a coffee place, heading inside he yawned a little and was about to head for the counter when he stepped in something slippery and ended up flat on his butt using one hand to desperately hold onto Diane and the other to try to catch his fall, dropping his bag as he tried to, but to no use. He found himself sitting in some ceramic pieces one having dug into his hand, and coffee. "Shit! Ow!" he yelled but he didn't seem angry, just more surprised than anything. The first thing he did was to check if Diane was alright then he looked up at the girl and realized she must have been the one to ask for a bandaid just as he walked in. "I have some bandaids in the bag" he said as he tried to scramble back to his feet.

He didn't really have the spare hands to try to brush the coffee off his pants, so he just left it be and went to grab his bag with the uninjured hand, Diane was still secure in the carrying blanket so he wasn't needing to hold onto her anymore. "let me see if I can find it" he said as he placed it on a chair by her table and started rummaging around with the hand that hadn't been cut by glass, the other one held high as to keep it from bleeding too much, Diane of course was crying and he was making soft little noises to try to reassure her that everything was alright. "Ah, there we go!" he said triumphantly as he pulled out a box of bandaids and a small first aid kit, holding it out to her and sending her a small smile, trying to show he wasn't mad at her for any reason or anything like that.