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Post by morgan on Oct 26, 2010 20:17:32 GMT -8
 anything goes, no time for closed minds Morgan had been warned that drinking coffee while she was pregnant could lead to possible complications down the line; but she figured that having cancer was more of a guarantee that she was going to have a great deal of problems later on so she tended to ignore the general standards that healthy women stuck to when pregnant. While she was not totally off the hook on her habits, she was pretty rebellious. Drinking coffee, bending over and picking things up too much; all the obvious things a pregnant woman shouldn’t do.
At the present moment, she was not feeling very rebellious.
While the small Vintage Brew was known for its off the wall, strange coffee brews, a little unknown fact about them was that they had kick ass smoothies, and today, Morgan wanted a smoothie. Yesterday she was downing straight shots of espresso like it was the only thing she could drink to stay alive, today she was craving a smoothie like if she didn’t get it, she’d die. Strangely enough, she had picked an unnaturally busy time to pig out on her craving. Standing in line, she tapped her foot impatiently, her hands shaking as if she was a smoker who hadn’t had a cigarette in a while.
But really, she just hadn’t eaten all day (she was terrible about that).
By just looking at her, it’d be hard to tell that she had a disease that was eating her from the inside out that she refused to treat simply to keep a child, no sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, pale skin. She looked as healthy as she could be, even maybe that glow all pregnant women got. Now, Morgan was not pro-life or pro-choice in any way, she just wanted to prove her doctor wrong; that she could have a baby and survive the cancer. Besides, her doctor had been the one to tell her that she didn’t have to give up her life just because she had cancer; and she didn’t. Unfortunately, she didn’t plan on getting pregnant, so it was a nice surprise when the doctors found a fetus when they were doing x-rays and ultrasounds. Even after all the medicine she’d been pre-exposed to before chemo, she somehow managed to conceive.
That had been a shocking surprise.
Minutes crawled by as the line grew shorter and she drew closer to the cashier. Checking her phone clock several times, it annoyed her how every time she checked only a minute or two had passed. Eventually, she made it to the front, but by then she had no interest in the original flavor of smoothie she had picked out for herself (a banana and strawberry smoothie), instead she decided to get a blueberry and pineapple smoothie –the culmination of two of her most hated fruits in one drink; but she was feeling adventurous. Paying for her drink she took what she had waited several minutes for and scanned the store, no places were open, save for a table with a man sitting at it giving off a rather cold aura, as if he didn’t really want to be bothered.
Unfortunately for him, pregnant people have to sit down some time.
Making her way to the table, she plopped down in the chair sideways and sipped on her drink for a second, grimacing at the taste she then looked at the man and raised an eyebrow,
I hope you didn’t have someone sitting here, because I don’t plan on moving.
o582
notes: I hope that provokes him into conversation xD
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Post by James Michael Colburn on Oct 27, 2010 14:43:58 GMT -8
There is something about the human nature that wants to naturally believe that there is some good in everyone. That in even the worst of people, somewhere deep down there has to be some nagging conscience that, though often ignored, was very much there. To those people, I would like to present with James Michael Colburn. When it came right down to it... there really was no good in him. He was the sort of guy who never did anything unless it involved his own personal gain. He found the most amusement in antagonizing other people to the point that he drove anyone and everyone away. He was a ruthless business man with an agenda, and God help the man that tried to come between him and his plans. At 23 years old, he probably deserved the title "most likely to succeed as an extortionist."
Manipulating people's emotions made him feel empowered, and he quite enjoyed his unending ability to drive people completely insane. It was a game for him, annoying people to the point that they were no longer capable of pretending that they weren't bothered by him. No one really knew where this all originated, not even Jamie himself. Even as a child he took pleasure in driving his parents up the wall. Just something about being and influencing factor on other people thrilled him. There was no saying as to why, it just did, and that was that. Of course, he was by no means just some jerk who no one wanted to be around. He had manners, and when there was need for it, he could be quite sociable and delightful, but God forbid that he get bored, because that was when the not so pleasant side of him came out.
On this particular morning, he was bored out of his mind and was definitely in the mood to go bother some people. As he had found from experience, the easiest people to to annoy were those who were looking for an evening out on the town, usually in bars or clubs...but it was still at least 12 hours before that scene would be buzzing with potential victims, so he had to settle for the next best thing. He was feeling much too sophisticated tonight to just go pop into some bar in the middle of the morning, and something told him he would have much more fun elsewhere, so it was off to vintage brew. The high and mighty rich people were the easiest targets. They, like him, were full of themselves, and he had found it quite simple to knock them off their high horse, because, unlike him, they really weren't as good as they thought they were. Yes, Jamie was very, very full of himself, and there was next to nothing anyone could do to change his mind. He was a tall, attractive male who had managed to become quite successful at a fairly young age. In his opinion, he had no flaws.
So he donned his casual suit and and headed out. He wasn't really planning on bringing anyone home at this hour, so he left his car at home and walked. He wasn't one of those rich guys who had to have everything done for him, in fact, he rather liked doing everything for himself. He was possibly the tidiest bachelor in the history of mankind, and he never hired anyone to clean up after him. He never looked shabby or unkempt, and God forbid that there ever be a single hair on his head out of place. Everything he did was very much so deliberate and intentional. There was nothing about him that was accidental. Every move, every glance, every smirk was planned down to the most minute detail. Everything he did had some sort of plan behind it and you could bet he was going to go through with that plan.
However, as much as he wanted people to believe that he was just a heartless jerk who didn't care about anything or anyone except himself, there were times when the guilt for not being around the last year of his mom's life and the shame for disrespecting her in not going to her funeral were just too much for him to deal with. It had been three years since she had died, but even time didn't seem able to make this go away. It was all a lie, what people said, about things getting better with time. It had been seventeen years since his dad had died, and he still got a horrible sick feeling in the pit of his stomach every time he thought about him and standing there watching him suffocate because of the selfishness of his grandparents whom he had long since disowned as family.
If anyone bothered to research into Jamie's life, they would find an interesting avoidance of all things involving death. In his scripts no one ever died, when he was working as co-director, he talked them into changing the plot line so that one of the main characters wouldn't die. When his last dog got to the point that it needed to be put down he brought it to the humane society. He deliberately went a round about way any time there was a cemetery between him and his destination so that he wouldn't have to drive by it. He would do whatever he had to in order to avoid the subject which might evoke some emotion in him and show people that he wasn't as horrible as they all thought he was. If anyone brought it up, he would just walk away. It wasn't something he wanted to talk about, and no one could force him to.
When he reached the coffee shop, he simply strolled through the door casually, and yet with purpose, and made his way towards the counter. He had absolutely no interest in any of the items the shop sold, he was only there for the people. Sure, most coffee shop managers wanted everyone to buy something... but Jamie knew all too well no one would say anything to him about it... and if they did, they'd wish they hadn't. So instead of making his way through the long and seemingly endless line of people to the counter, he simply took a seat at one of the few open tables and made himself comfortable to go about his oh so fascinating task of studying people. By now he probably knew more than enough to be a psychologist, but that would be much too boring for him.
He hadn't been there long and hadn't seen much of interest, when a rather pregnant woman approached, took a seat, and announced that she wouldn't be moving. His expression was pretty damn clear. It was relatively obvious that Jamie hadn't had any intention of actually interacting with people here, seeing as interacting sort of interrupted his studying... nevertheless, he was intrigued. It really didn't matter what he said in response to her hoping someone hadn't been sitting there, considering she had made her intentions of not moving perfectly clear. How perfectly thoughtful of you. he said sarcastically, though telling the difference between his sarcasm and non-sarcasm was nearly impossible unless you'd spent a lot of time around him. Unlike most people, he wasn't going to cater to her just because she was pregnant. Jamie hated children, and he wasn't going to give special attention to the people who were creating more of them. Not that he had anything against pregnant women or people who wanted kids... he just didn't want to get involved with them in any way [/size] |
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Post by morgan on Oct 27, 2010 17:46:24 GMT -8
anything goes, no time for closed minds Even before she had been struck down with a monstrous disease that was eating her from the inside out, Morgan had never been the type to take anyone’s shit, she never really appreciated people taking joy in her misery and let them know it, so she had spent a good portion of her life simply avoiding those types of people, but she knew sooner or later she’d run into someone like that. At least she knew she was ready when the unthinkable day comes around. Happily, it was hard to wipe a smile off of Morgan’s face, even with the recent torrent of ‘whore’ comments that had been posted on her door when her neighbors found out that she was cancer-y and pregnant-y.
Who woulda thought that a bun in the oven caused so much stress?
The worst part was that she was just beginning to show, and the people that knew her and her situation but didn’t notice before were starting to notice and there was no shortage of contemptuous looks and glares that said ‘sinner’ in her direction. A few daring neighbors had thoughtfully placed business cards for local clinics that offered abortions to women, she had decided to keep them until she had enough for each neighbor on her street and would hand them out with her baby shower invitations; no one said she couldn’t fight back.
Her attack was simply a little late.
She also planned to give any of her neighbors shitty presents when they showed up for her shower. Without little to do, she sat back and planned her bitter backbite to her spiteful neighbors, part of her wanted to throw dirty diapers at their windows, but she figured she’d just shove it in their face that she could survive as a single mom with a child and have cancer. At least she could have a humorous and mostly positive attitude about probably dying simply because she was trying to prove a point.
Maybe with her luck, she’d become a martyr for all cancer patients.
Looking at the man who she had joined (obviously against his will, as he did not seem like he was up for a midday talk with a total stranger). For a second she wondered if he’d simply tell her to stand up and go away, which she wouldn’t do, maybe he even considered it, but animosity was avoided as he simply sarcastically replied to her bold statement, Morgan only smiled brightly at him,
Well, you know. I spend most of my day thinking how thoughtful I can be, whether it’s cutting in line or picking up a dollar off the street and keeping it after seeing someone drop it.
Looking away, she took a sip of her smoothie and grimaced at the taste again, still doubting her decision to change her routine. Eyeing the man from the corner of her eye, she noticed he did not have anything in his hands.
It looked like he was not going to get up to buy something anytime soon anyway.
Suddenly, his reason for being at Vintage Brew became the focal point of her curiosity. Turning her head back to him she narrowed an eye and tilted her head,
Well. The lines are shorter now, so if you were going to go get something, you would have done it by now. Obviously that’s not going to happen, so what kind of weird fetish do you have then?
For all she knew, he could get off just by watching people. There was a great deal of crazy in the world, and most of the time Morgan treated everyone she met as a freak until she knew more about them (and she’d be perfectly ok if they thought her a freak too),
Either you’re here simply for the people watching, which I don’t understand when hospitals, gas stations, or bars are WAY better places to go…or you pick out people and take a mental snap shot to later recall when you’re jizzing into a dirty sock.
o672
notes: woohoo cancer~
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Post by James Michael Colburn on Oct 27, 2010 22:32:50 GMT -8
Well... now come to think of it, Jamie wasn't quite as annoyed with her interruption as he had been at first. Before he had been bothered by the fact that she was possibly going to make him miss something interesting, but now she had turned the tables and he realized that the "something interesting" was her. He turned most of his attention away from the people in the coffee shop and focused it on her. She was far more interesting than any of them at this point... but he knew something else could easily come up that he would rather pay attention to. He was quite good at multi-tasking that way... it came in quite handy when he was supposed to be somewhere on business, but business was oh so boring... it made it so he could still observe other people but engage perfectly well in conversation with whomever he was doing business with.
On the contrary, he said, no change in his tone or expression from when he had been sarcastic, It's the over-crowded yet still natural environment that fascinates me. He sounded like some psychologist just there researching for some book he was writing about why people did the things they did. Honestly, though, he couldn't care less about why people did the things they did... he just wanted to break away from the hollywood stereotypes of impossible situations where amazing and completely unrealistic things happened. He wanted people to relate to his movies and feel the the things the characters felt. Really, nothing he put in his scripts were completely original. He took things that he saw actually happen to people and put them together to form a realistic story line. Someday he would be recognized for that.
You do realize that no matter how hard you hope the next time it will taste better it's still going to appall you every time, right? he asked, noting her second look of distaste after taking a drink of her smoothie. It never ceased to amuse him when someone was clearly disgusted or uncomfortable or anything that wouldn't be considered good yet kept trying it despite knowing no matter how many times they did it, nothing was going to change. It was like the idiots who thought that attempting to rollerblade down a railing would be a good idea and all of them tried it with the same end result. Honestly, the majority of people were such unintelligent creatures he often wondered how it was even possible that they were the same species as he was.
Yes, Jamie was rather arrogant and egotistical, but he had reason to be. After all, he was attractive, wealthy, and so impossibly smart that it was almost... well, impossible. His never ending ability to learn things at a fast rate and remember them for years to come was quite impressive. That was why he dropped out of college after two weeks. Of course, his parents protested, but Jamie was one of those guys who just didn't care. College was a waste of his time, literally, and he was much better off just jumping out into the world and working his way up without the "higher education" most people needed to be successful. He was definitely a one of a kind, and that was probably why he was so good at being a jerk... no one he'd met so far could measure up to him and it just inflated his ego more and more with every passing day to the point that he was practically a king in his own mind. It was just too bad for him that the higher he climbed the further he would have to fall when his throne was torn down. [/size] |
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Post by morgan on Oct 28, 2010 19:32:02 GMT -8
anything goes, no time for closed minds Before she was pregnant, if she had ordered something that she had thought might have been good, but then discovered it was terrible and she hated it, she would have demanded for something else (and most places would comply). Recently though, she had decided that it was time to stop wasting money just because of her own stupid mistakes and would simply have to live through the terrible event of being forced to eat or drink something she didn’t like then learn from the situation.
Trial and error, that’s how she felt the world learned their lessons.
Never before had Morgan been worried about money, she’d been getting a decent pay check from working as a vet, but after the diagnosis of her cancer and startling discovery of her pregnancy she had to do a lot less work, making a sudden drop in the amount of money that was coming in; suddenly she had to be fiscally responsible and it was a strange thing she was still getting used to. She hoped once the baby was born she could get rid of the cancer and get back to work, she liked working; it kept her mind off of most trivial things that she’d otherwise like to keep from thinking of.
If it didn’t make her so damn tired, she’d love to still be working.
The man spoke to her as if he had a degree in psychology and somehow understood the way people acted. She eyed him for a moment before leaning back and throwing away her smoothie, no longer interested in the taste torture. Scratching an eye she squinted at him and said,
It’s cute when you try to talk like you have a degree that helps you know how people tick…actually, it’s really not, but I suppose I asked for the bullshit explanation since I asked why you were just sitting here people watching. Whatever floats your boat, right?
Some people would excuse her ‘foul’ mood on her pregnancy.
Truth is, she’d always been like that. Morgan gazed at the man with a bored expression, yet she didn’t bother moving, she wasn’t ready to get up yet, and it looked like it was about to rain, she hated walking in the rain, if she had to she’d bum in the coffee shop until it stopped raining long enough for her to shuffle to her car warm and dry. Of course, that meant she could be there forever, knowing how Texas weather went, but she was willing to take that risk. It seemed to interest the man that she had continued to drink her terrible smoothie even when she knew it’d taste bad, she sort of smirked at him and said,
Yeah, well. I’m pregnant, I’ve been told pregnant women sometimes experience changes in taste preferences, but I think they’re wrong. I’ve yet to desire anything strange that I wouldn’t before. Sucks, I’ve wasted a lot of free floating dollars on things I thought I’d like just because I was pregnant.
She stopped talking and looked outside as the dark clouds began to cover up the sky and sunk down in her char farther, sticking her feet out into the walking space of the little shop.
A few people looked at her as if in disbelief that she would dare stick her stupid swollen feet out in their way, but she simply defiantly glared at them and kinda raised a foot up as if she was willing to trip them. Some people got nicer; some were more prone to crying. Apparently Morgan just got more defiant and willing to go against ‘the man’…even if it was going to cost her life. Looking back at the man she squinted an eye and said,
You must be new to town, you keep an air about yourself that that is just begging for attention. If you had been here longer I’m sure I’d have known you right away. The name’s Morgan, not that it’s any importance to you, and honestly I don’t really care about your name, but if you’d like I can sit here and guess it until I guess right. You look like a…..Sean.
She was probably talking his ear off and annoying him, but she wasn’t really interested in what he wanted.
At times, with Morgan, it was all about what she wanted.
o724
notes: well she’s fun.
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Post by James Michael Colburn on Oct 31, 2010 20:35:06 GMT -8
Some called it a character flaw, judging people, Jamie called it common sense. If people didn't want to be judged, they should think more carefully about the things they did. He judged people based on first impressions, and getting him to change his mind was almost an impossible task. Certainly there were times when he came to the conclusion there someone was a good person, but considering the way most people acted these days, most people he generally didn't like. Of course, it was possible that this was why he disliked so much people... because he was too quick to judge, but then again, considering his personality, he would probably still dislike people no matter what. They called him judgmental, and he would agree completely that he was. It just came hand in hand with being a hollywood style millionaire with an ego the size of Russia.
Jamie had spent so long pretending to be a heartless bastard that he had pretty much become one. He was afraid of children, so he shunned them and would have nothing to do with them. If he didn't like someone, whenever he had to be around them he would go out of his way to make sure they knew how he despised them and make them feel like shit. When people mentioned that so and so in their family had died he showed no sympathy and wouldn't even give his condolences for their loss. Anything that had something to do with showing any sort of emotion he would completely avoid. He had no compassion for those who were less fortunate and he would never, under any circumstances, become affiliated with anyone with a status lower than his own. It was almost as if he was trying to bury himself in his arrogance so as to make all the pain go away. Though no one would guess that... most people came to the conclusion that he had just never been a nice person and would probably never change.
His main focus never left her and his expression never changed. No glance another direction, twitch of a finger, anything, went unnoticed. Sure, some could say it was somewhat creepy, but to him it was of utmost importance that every quirk be captured. No doubt someone like this girl would turn up in one of his movies... though she probably wouldn't be pregnant... just because Jamie hated kids so much and if she was pregnant at some point she would have to have the baby and that would mean working with a child... and that was the last thing he wanted. But getting back to the point, he was quite interested in this girl... pregnant or not, and was quite pleased when she threw her name out there without him having to ask for it. He preferred it that way since it just made things easier for him.
Then she said he looked like a Sean... and just gave him more "ammunition." It seemed like the people around here were good at that. He'd been here a month or two now, but he rarely fraternized with the people of the town and preferred to simply observe. He was only a people person when being a people person was the means to achieving the ends he was looking for. He would probably never do anything that wouldn't benefit him somehow. Well if we're going off looks then I'd definitely guess you were an Agnes or Ursula or something equally unappealing to go along with your charming personality. He said, clearly amused. but I suppose we're all wrong every once in a while. He never quite understood when people said they looked like they should have a certain name... it just didn't make any sense to him... then again, Jamie wasn't like most people in any way, shape, or form... so it made sense for him to not understand the things "normal" people said. |
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Post by morgan on Nov 2, 2010 14:44:40 GMT -8
anything goes, no time for closed minds He was not much of a talker, and while Morgan liked to be the star of the conversation she did not like to feel as if she were talking to herself, but with every glance out the window at the sky she was reminded that her window for escape was closing. Morgan was opposed to having to walk in the rain, even if it was a few feet or a few hundred feet. She hated wet clothes and would avoid them at all costs, but then again, who liked their underwear all wet and bunchy? Therefore, she’d put herself to the torture of uninterestedly chit chatting with the man sitting before her.
For a moment, she had thought he’d be an interesting conversation maker.
Clearly she had been wrong about it, the thought that she was wasting her time on him when she could be talking to someone that would actually participate in the conversation, but she could not be bothered to simply get up and walk away. Leaning forward onto the table, she placed her cheek in her hand and yawned as a silence fell between them, her mind wandered to things that were far more important than this that she could (or rather, should) be doing. Errands like filling out her will if she died after the baby was born, or if she died before the baby was born, or shopping.
Or eating, she was hungry again.
Blue eyes focused back on him as he spoke, she raised an eyebrow then grinned. That was a first, most people said she looked like a ‘Slut’, even after she corrected them and told them that Slut was not a proper name. Aside from that, she’d also been told she looked like a Nicole or Ashley. Leaning back in her seat she crossed her arms and smirked at him,
Oh God. If we’re going off of personality and names that match that, then you seem like an Alfred or Quentin, I know quite a few ugly Quentin’s, all with an even uglier, uninteresting personality. Though, I don’t even know why I care about your name, what are the unholy chances that we ever run into each other again, and even then I doubt you or I would be even remotely interested in cheerfully greeting each other like happy neighbors or ‘pals’.
Outside the thunder rumbled and began to rain, she sighed in response.
There were so many things she needed to get done, so many doctor’s visits that she had to go to. At least two a week, one to keep a close eye on the baby, another to keep an even closer eye on the cancer to make sure it wasn’t about to choke the life out of her or her child. Though, she hated going to get ultrasounds for her cancer, the doctor always lectured her about how she should just abort her pregnancy and adopt if she wanted a child so bad; but none of them understood that she just wanted to prove to them that she could do it. However, her OB/GYN also told her that she should abort the pregnancy and that the risks were too great; so in reality she was beginning to hate all doctors, and if it wasn’t dangerous to her ulterior motive of survival, she wouldn’t go. Rubbing her face with her hands she grumbled,
I suppose you’d like me to go now, and I’d love to go now because I believe that I’m late for my two weekly appointments…but it’s raining. So we’ll just both have to suffer…or you know. You could always leave.
o6o3
notes: blech, suckyyyy postttt. I definitely don’t think he should know about the cancer until like the next thread xDDD cuz surprises rock 8DDD
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Post by James Michael Colburn on Nov 8, 2010 21:41:02 GMT -8
It was funny, really, in Jamie's opinion, how people were so incapable of coming up with their own insults, it was as if they thought that they were somehow oh so clever by firing his own insult back at him when really they were just stating their inability to think for themselves when put in a situation wherein they had to think on their feet and come up with witty repartee without preparation. Then again, Jamie had spent most of his life up to 18 with a half brother who had some sort of strange obsession with the English language and even at a young age was nearly impossible to win an argument, so Jamie had a lot of experience in having to be creative. Plus, he was just brilliant as it was, so really it was near impossible to throw him off his high horse unless you had some sort of dirt on him involving his family, then, and only then could someone get the upper hand on him in these sorts of situations.
Despite his judgmental nature, he rarely, if ever, assumed someone was a slut because they were pregnant. For all he knew she was a surrogate mother, or maybe she was married and didn't wear a ring because of the inevitable swelling and didn't want it to get stuck, or maybe she and her boyfriend just decided to have a kid... or hell maybe she was an inexperienced virgin who was naive enough to not realize the importance of protection and the guy was some dumb jock who just assumed she was on birth control and walah, baby. If she wanted to curse herself with 18 years of raising a child and working non-stop to support it through college after that... well, that was her mistake and he held nothing against her for making it... after all, not everyone could see the horror that children were without experiencing it for themselves.
He just shook his head when she suggested that he leave because she wasn't going to go anywhere due to the rain that was currently falling harder with every passing moment. What? You're not enjoying our little chat? he asked facetiously with that aggravating smirk of his, clearly with absolutely no intention of going anywhere. You don't seem too intent on going anyway. He would never walk away from an opportunity like this, unless of course, the subject of death was brought up... until then, though, he was staying here to antagonize her as much as he possibly could, if only for the sake of his own amusement. Jamie was all too concerned with his own well-being and level of boredom than the interests of anyone else. Call him self-centered, he'd probably agree with you.
Still, he never looked away from her, watching her every move, like a lion stalking the unsuspecting gazelle, watching for the opportune moment to go in for the kill... only without the creepy impending death part of the scenario. He was definitely an opportunist, anyone could tell that just by looking at him for a moment. What they couldn't tell just by looking at him, though, was that despite his apparent enjoyment of life, he was really quite miserable. There was nothing worse than living with regret and knowing the closest people you had to family didn't understand and had no intention of forgiveness. His life was far from what he would have liked it to be, despite the fact that he had made quite an impressive fortune and had as much fame as anyone could ask for without their lives being constantly extorted by paparazzi. He was still unhappy with it all, and hadn't the slightest idea how to make things right.
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Post by morgan on Nov 10, 2010 13:30:19 GMT -8
anything goes, no time for closed minds It wasn’t that she was incapable of coming up with her own way to insult the man, it was that he had offered a simple way for her to rebuttal his comment without having to use any brain power of her own, she was largely against effort. But then again, what pregnant woman wasn’t lazy as hell and reluctant to even lift a finger of effort? Very few that Morgan knew of, and she was most certainly not one of them. Her mind had better things to do other than come up with a clever comeback to the man’s lack of words and half-taunts. She wondered if he was trying to see how much he could annoy her, she was pretty easy going, it was hard to get her mad or even ranting, in fact she’d give a medal to whoever really pissed her off.
Seeing that it was not an easy thing to do.
Morgan cracked a lack-luster smile as the man asked if she was not enjoying their mostly one sided chat then observed that it looked like she wasn’t really going anywhere anytime soon anyway. Looking outside, the rain began to fall harder and harder as the minutes ticked by, with her back pressed up against the glass, she could feel the temperature getting colder and colder. Shaking her head at him she laughed lightly and said,
Wish I could say I had such a small attention span and that I am so easily amused to be entertained with non-trivial things like this boring conversation, maybe if I didn’t have a list of things to do I’d be far more into your cold, secretive exterior; but I probably really don’t have that much time left to bother myself with knowing everything about someone I’m never, ever going to see again. But, since it’s raining outside and I’m not the biggest fan of walking even a few feet in the rain I suppose my fat ass is planted until it stops or I get enough motivation to get up and leave.
The thunder outside made the windows shudder.
Sitting up a little bit she realized that it seems the second it looked like it was going to rain, most people had cleared out of the little bakery like bats out of hell, Morgan probably should have taken the hint, but she had been too focused on getting a name out of this guy, which she now unfortunately realized a little too late that she wasn’t going to get anything from him. She was no longer even facing him, her body pointed outwards to the rest of the shop, if he was allowed to have a short and hard to please attention span, then so was she. She was all about equality.
o463
notes: –dies- sorry for the bad post :C maybe we should start wrapping this one up and think of how the hell they’ll meet the second time for her to be all sickly and be like ‘OK A-HOLE, I HAVE CANCER >:C’
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