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Post by Ryan Taylor Harlow on Dec 3, 2012 20:37:10 GMT -6
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | ryan was having one of those days. he didn't feel all that great, as his head was pounding. he didn’t he would feel like this, not since he passed over then again he didn’t think he'd end up in a place this neither. it was all so very strange. but neitherless, he had been here for two years now so he was adjusting rather well. it was just something he ahd to get used to. and he was cool with it. another thing to just..deal with. he took his time waking this morning, rubbing his pounding head. he hadn’t work today, well until later on, so at least that was a saving grace. sometime being a manager could get a little tedious but it was necessary work that just had to be done, in order for the shop to actually succeed.
for the moment, he was planning on not be swamped by papers and booking books. nope, he was going to lounge a bit in his apartment. until he got bored, which was bound to happen. and it did after about an hour. ryan was not the type to just hide away for more than an hour or so. he felt oddly suffocated staying behind the same four walls. so he had to go out. he didn’t know where to really go, it was too early to go anywhere completely interesting. besides, he felt the need to catch up on his artwork. he hadn’t doodled in forever. with that, he pulled on some clothes, and grabbed his notepad and off he went, out the door.
he certainly wasn’t the time of perso to waste time messing about with his hair. he just..shoved on anything he could find. he wasn’t in the mood to really anyhow. he decided to drive out to the park as he didn't feel like walking. he was still lazy, even in death. yawning, he pulled up to the park, that was actually secluded. it was nearing evening and he did have work at eight/ but...he had a good couple of hours to kill, so, there was no harm in taking a little break, right?
he certainly didn’t think so. yawning, ryan wandered down a path until he found a quiet, secluded spot. sitting down on the bench, he took out his notepad and started to sketch , freehand. he thought about getting another tattoo, on his thigh and was thinking of the perfect design. it was nice, he would admit, to just not be in the shop , to just...relax. he felt as if he needed it.
LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR kyler. IT HAS idk WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, NOTES. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE |
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Post by Kyler Ian Haile on Dec 4, 2012 10:58:08 GMT -6
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[/color][/style][/center] Kyler, for once, had the evening off. He was not quite sure how that happened. He never purposely scheduled himself a day off, and he did not have any appointments. The young man really had no idea what to do with himself. He did not have many friends, one of the few being his store manager, Ryan. Then, there was Stryker. Stryker was... something else, though. He had stayed by Kyler's side through everything that had happened, and continued to be there for him. Maybe it should have been more odd than it was; but, to be honest, he was pretty much used to having Stryker around. It was always odd when he wasn't there, by that point. Stryker was at the shop, though, along with some of the senior employees that had a bit more trust. They still were not allowed in the shop's safe, and if they needed in to make change for bigger bills or something, they would have to call up himself or Ryan. They were the only two that had access to the safe. He knew that Ryan was working later, and thought about swinging by the shop in a bit to talk to the guy. It was always nice to have someone to talk to, and he found it easier to talk to Ryan than most people. Kyler pulled out a cigarette and lit it up as he walked without any real destination. It just gave him something to do other than stressing about the shop. It was basically his entire life. Honestly, he had no idea what he would do if he lost the shop. He would probably become more of a hermit than he already was. What else was there for him to do? Bartend? Become a stripper? No thanks. Kyler sighed inaudibly and took a long pull off the cigarette as he walked, unable to keep from smiling a bit as he exhaled the smoke when he spotted Ryan sitting down on one of the benches. Huh. When did he get to the park? Oh well.
"Killin' time before work?" he asked as he sat down next to Ryan, his voice a bit more raspy than normal as it usually was when he was smoking or immediately after. He really did not need anymore raspiness to his voice, but whatever. That was not going to make him quit smoking. "I somehow gave myself the day off, I'm not quite sure how that happened." Idle chit-chat was something that Ky always felt awkward about. It was the best way to start a conversation, though beyond the typical 'hi, how are you?' that grew monotonous and unbelievable. How many people who asked that really cared how you were? Very, very few. It was 'polite' but still not meaningful. "'Ve no idea what to do with a day off." Really, he just had no idea. He was so used to being at the shop all the time, that not being there just felt wrong. He had thought about just sleeping all day, catching up on the sleep that he missed; but, having his cat pounce on his face so he would get her food was more than enough of a wake-up call to have him dressed and walking out the door (after feeding the cat, of course). "What's up with you?" Not exactly 'how are you?', but close enough. Plus, the people that really knew him knew that he would not ask if he just did not care. It was a waste of everyone's time to ask and not really care the answer you were given.
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