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Post by donte5 on Oct 23, 2010 17:07:37 GMT -8
NAMYA IPSITA SHARMA [/font][/center] YOU GOT TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, [/font][/center] It was early, a little bit too early for Namya's liking. But she had been up already to see her horses and then had noting better to do than come shopping. She had walked the dogs, mucked out, turned out, everything. And now had to kill the time between now (about 11am) till 4pm, when she had to go back and do the same routine again. Well almost, bring in, feed, possibly ride too. She had been too lazy to ride this morning, but now she wished she had, but thought it cruel to go and drag her mare in from the field just for a hack. So she would wait. She might even jump her stallion today too. Get some energy out of him. It wasn't as if she couldn't ride or that she couldn't be bothered. Because she knew that's what having horses meant. A little bit of effort, but she didn't have the passion for riding like most people had at the barn. She had a passion for breeding her horses and producing good quality youngsters, although so far she had only produced sone. Yet another was on it's way. Her mare, Tinkerbell, was in foal yet again to her stallion Topper's Tiger and it made her ever so happy. Another bundle of joy. She didn't really hope for any specific sex. It wasn't a problem, she wouldn't be able to keep it until she got another couple of mares or stallions from different bloodlines, else she'd have interbreeding on her hands. And she couldn't deal with inbred's in her life.
She was starting to believe that she only liked breeding because she was broody herself. Either that or her job of breeding horses was fuelling her passion for her own children. I mean sure bringing up a foal was like having your own child, but it obviously wasn't the same. And every time she passed a baby shop in the mall she couldn't help but stop and look in. Once today already she'd been drawn into one, just to look at all the cute little baby clothes. A shop assistant had come up to her and asked her how far along she was as she didn't seem to have a a bump yet. She'd responded with a smile and shook her head. Mentioning that she was shopping for her cousin or something, not her. The lady had smiled, almost apologetically, as if everyone should have a baby in their life and walked away, leaving her to it. She had grown depressed for a couple of minutes but then shrugged it off. She was only twenty-two and yet she wanted a baby already. But she couldn't fight the broody feeling which encompassed her everyday. But she was well aware. To have a child, you also had to have a man, preferably one you loved. And she lacked one. And no matter how much she wanted a child of her own, she was being no single parent whatsoever. The single mum look did not do her justice. Instead she wanted to play the role of the 'soccer mum' and have at least three children. Probably more. Yet she had to find a man who wanted the same, or at least would put up with her baby demands.
Continuing her shopping she held her handbag on one arm, out stretched slightly and her coffee in the same hand, as she held her phone in the other, texting friends and catching up all the latest gossip from back home. That was the one thing she missed about her old place, the friends she had there. She'd met a few people at Crossfire but it was a fast expanding place and she wondered if she would ever get to know anyone properly. She sighed and put her mobile back in her hand bag, taking a sip of her coffee. She didn't even know why she'd brought it she didn't want it and it was still mostly full. It was one of those cheap ones too, wrapped in a cardboard cup and plastic lid. She had to wrap a serviette around it because it was so hot when she first got it and now it was more luke warm than boiling. She must have had it at least half and hour. Then something caught her eye, she looked to her left and saw another baby shop. Her walk slowed down to an almost snail pace, carefully looking at the mannequins in the shop window. They were small and dressed in little baby clothes and buggies galore. Unfortunately she could never look in two places at once and it took her by surprise as she came into contact with another person. Her coffee went almost everywhere, it spilt forwards as she knocked into the person in front of her and then spilt onto the bag. The cup dropping to the floor and the lid sliding across the floor. "Shit!" She cried, not knowing where to put her hands. She went to reach for her bag which she had also dropped on the floor in the crash and accidentally brushed his crotch with her hand. Well that's not where to put them. "Oh I am so, so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She fumbled around in her bag for the tissues she knew that lurked in there. Successfully she pulled them out and stood up. Then she got the first glimpse of the stranger she had bumped into. Oh he was gorgeous. Those eyes. Unaware, her cheeks had turned a rosy shade and she was just stood looking at the man. "Uh here, sorry..." She said uncertainly, offering her the open packet of tissues. Oh god, why was it always, always her who did this! She never saw it happening to anyone else. So she stood there blushing and unable to control her awful geekiness at this point.
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Post by lincolnharper on Oct 24, 2010 5:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by lincolnharper on Oct 25, 2010 1:06:17 GMT -8
 On Lincoln’s day off, the last place he really wanted to be was the local mall. It was far too crowded for his liking, the chance of running in to someone he knew where probably, and then it would mean be required by social etiquette to stop and make meaningless small talk. Not that he ever really followed that etiquette normally, but when you kept trying to go on your way and then the person starts shadowing you and chattering nonstop in your ear it was really hard to just brush it off. Though, depending on who exactly it was, after a few minutes of it he was just as likely to tell them to piss off and let him get on with his shopping. But so far, the going had been good. No patients (they were the worst, they almost saw it as a free therapy session, as if he did not have a life outside of his psychiatrist’s office, as if all of his time was devoted to sorting out their problems...okay, maybe he thought of it a little harshly, but that was Lincoln for you) had spotted him amongst the crowd yet, which was always a bonus.
Hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark blue pea coat – a birthday present from his sister, along with the watch he was wearing, shipped straight over from Wales, where she still lived, like their parents, himself being the only one who had ventured outside of their birth country to live and work – Lincoln weaved his way through the people, making a beeline in the direction of a small, and slightly more obscure coffee shop at one end of the mall. Starbucks, and some of the larger ones weren’t to his liking, and too loud. There, he could sit in a quiet corner and not have to worry about waiting an age for his beverage, and there was a tonne more elbowroom.
He passed in front of a brightly coloured shop he knew to be for expecting mothers and children, not that it really caught his attention too much, he just knew the layout of the mall. He had no wife, or partner, or children to speak of. So, in all honesty, a baby shop was probably the least likely store to catch his attention whatsoever, unless he was required to buy a gift for someone, and even then he let someone else do the buying for him. So, his attention had instead turned to the book shop that was directly opposite, weighing up the decision to go in and browse the shelves in search for something fresh to read...and something more to add to his already extensive reading collection (though, he didn’t have enough shelf space for the ones he had, so if he was going to be practical he should really sort that part out before he even considered the idea), and he completely missed the younger woman walking straight for him, her own attention turned towards her phone and the exact shop he had deigned to pay any attention to.
A splash of slightly warm liquid spilt across the bottom of his shirt and the pair of jeans he was wearing, he realised that she had also been carrying a coffee...just his luck. Her flurry of movement and frenzied words went half unnoticed as he stopped dead, staring down at her as he waited for her to calm down. A bemused expression crossed his face when her hand accidentally brushed his nether regions in her attempts to right herself. Well, that was unexpected, to say the least. She finally managed to come to her senses, holding out a packet of tissues, finally looking up at him, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Uh here, sorry..."
He reached out, plucking the packet from her fingertips carefully, pulling a tissue out to mop up the wet patches that had spread across his clothing. “When I pictured having coffee today, it was drinking it, not wearing it,” he said, tones dry.
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Post by donte5 on Oct 25, 2010 2:52:06 GMT -8
NAMYA IPSITA SHARMA [/font][/center] YOU GOT TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, [/font][/center] She let him take the packet, letting it slide through her fingers as he took it carefully from her. As if she was a wild animal, likely to snatch it back. Then his words made her blush even more, she felt herself grow hotter in her cheeks. Oh god, how was he doing this to her? She didn't normally get so flushed around men. Then again, she never normally spilt her drinks over them. "I'm sorry for throwing my self at you, literally. Because that doesn't make me look desperate at all..." She took her gaze from his face and looked toward the store she guessed he had been looking at. A book store. She was always inclined to a good read too, but her interest had been stolen by the baby shop opposite. She sighed and looked down at her bag, damn it. It had a splatter of coffee on it, but it didn't particularly show up, the bag was army print after all. But the material shined where it was wet. She knew the contents of the bag weren't wet when she had ruffled around in it.
Although she didn't exactly praise that she had bumped into this man, she praised her actions after all. A more unkind, more busy women may have just apologised and abruptly walked off. But Namya didn't she offered to help him and sincerely cared that she had possibly ruined his day, or his shirt. She knew she wouldn't exactly be best pleased if this happened to her, and she'd be furious if the person just walked off. And you really did not want to see a furious Namya. It was less than pretty to say the least. Awkwardly she ran a hand through her ultra long locks. Her fingers following the curls that ran down past her bust. She stopped at the end, twirling the ends in her fingers. She was so unsure of what to do in this situation. Maybe she should say something else? This silence was killing her. Well not so silent, other people carried about their business, shuffling past them, ignoring the commotion that happened a minute or so ago. More people must have been entering the mall as it grew colder, the mall acting like a wind tunnel, dragging the cold air from outside, inside as the electric doors never got a brake from opening and closing. Damn it she should have really worn her leggings today. Her legs were blisteringly cold, goosebumps beginning to form on her legs. She wrapped her coat around her tighter, not that it would warm her legs up. Why did she have to opt for fashion instead of comfort all the time?
"Is there anything I can do? I hope I haven't ruined your shirt, or trousers." She asked him, uncertainly. Fed up of standing around like a lost lemon. She added the trousers, noticing that that was where we was now wiping. Oh she felt so bad, he'd have to wander around all wet and smelling of coffee. She bent down and picked up her bag, holding the wet end away from her. She had a wet bag and that was enough, she didn't want damp clothes too. The thought made her eyes flick to Lincoln, biting her lip slightly in nervousness. It wasn't like it was a car crash, there weren't any insurance details to take. But he had acted sourly to the collision and she hoped that maybe he would lighten up a bit. Well he wouldn't be a happy bunny either but still, she'd at least thank the person who stopped by to help out. She waited patiently for his reaction, wondering if there was anything else she could do to help him out. Other than taking his clothes home to dry clean them. But then, he'd be wandering around the mall in his coat, boxers and shoes. Like some sort of streaker.
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Post by lincolnharper on Oct 28, 2010 2:36:13 GMT -8
Lincoln continued to mop up the mess on his shirt, progressing down to his pants. Luckily he had decided to wear dark clothes today, the wet coffee patch didn’t show up too much against the dark blue of his button up shirt, and the length of it half hid the splash on his jeans, and the denim hid it well anyways. Unfortunately, tissues weren’t much use against it, so he gave up after it went from wet to somewhere more dampish, figuring it would have to do for now, until he got home to change. “Not in the slightest,” he answered, tones just as dry as they had been when he had first spoken.
“But it would have just been easier to simply ask me to remove my pants, less messy for the both of us, if that’s really what you were aiming for,” he continued. Oh Lincoln. He really had a habit of just saying whatever came into his mind, even if it might have the potential to upset or annoy the other participant in the conversation. And she seemed embarrassed enough, that would probably just make it worse. Wadding up the now wet tissues into a ball, he leant over, calmly dropping them into a bin that was just within arm’s reach, turning his gaze back to Namya once he had done so.
He chuckled. “No, I think you’ve done quite enough for one day, thank you,” Lincoln said, slipping his hands back into his coat pockets. He vaguely wondered why they were both still standing there, him in his usual state of being seemingly calm, the incident hadn’t really phased him in the slightest...in fact, nothing much did. She, however, still looked nervous, flustered. And he wasn’t doing a single thing to help alleviate the situation. Just like always.
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Post by donte5 on Oct 28, 2010 12:15:17 GMT -8
NAMYA IPSITA SHARMA [/font][/center] YOU GOT TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, [/font][/center] She found herself studying him as she stood before him, albeit standing slightly awkwardly. Her eyes flicked over him, from his face to his shoes, making it quick, so it just looked like she was nervous. In fact she felt herself relax inside at his first comment. Well, slightly relax. He was actually quite cute, in an elder man kind of way. She guessed 29, but he could be older. And for his age, he wasn't exactly in bad shape. She didn't even know why she was so bothered, he was a complete stranger at the moment. And yet she seemed to find herself falling into a conversation with this man who she had previously thrown her drink at. Her cheeks started to fade, even at his second comment, feeling a little more bolshy now. A bit more brave. "Well if you wanted to be arrested for public indecency, I certainly could of asked." She replied. The cocky shit. She thought to herself, although she didn't say it. She could only go so far.
She remained where she was as he leant over to drop the tissues into the bin. Feeling a lot calmer than she had been before. Her hand now loosely hung by her side, instead of playing with her hair in a nervous manner. She felt a small shiver run through her legs, she glanced down noticing her goosebumps were the size of golf balls. Plus her feet were getting cold too. But as she glanced down she admired her wedges. They had been in the sale down from $70 to $55. It was a bargain according to her shopping rules and so she had brought them. Although they weren't the comfiest shoes in the world. The cotton which wrapped around her skinny ankle was annoying and the leather on the front constantly rubbed against her feet. At least they made her look taller than she actually was. Well she was five foot two inches without her heels, but she hardly ever lacked them. She stood about 3 inches higher at around five foot three. Which made her a lot happier about her height. She didn't look like such a midget at this height.
Well at least she though so.
She glanced back up to Lincoln as he spoke once more. He had laughed, as if the question was idiotic. Or so she thought. Her brow furrowed momentarily. That was another one of her bad habits. She hated to let on that she was mad, even if she was furious. She had always been taught to fake a smile if she was feeling upset or angry, because nobody else wanted to hear about her shit. Which was probably true. People would perhaps politely listen, but it's not like they actually cared. Everyone did it, even she herself did it. She would tune out if one of her friend's started droning on about boy problems. Either that or tell them straight out that she didn't want to know, on the rare occasion that she was getting really annoyed with the constant blabbering. She was unsure of what to say next. Should she apologise again? She probably should. But then maybe she had said it enough. What the hell. It couldn't hurt. "Ok, well, sorry again..." She trailed off. She probably she shouldn't have said that. What she should have done was bid farewell and walk off. But something made her stay and want an answer. The situation was really quite weird. They didn't even know each others name's. And she didn't think he was about to ask. But then again, neither was she.
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Post by lincolnharper on Oct 31, 2010 0:18:22 GMT -8
“Not on my list of things to do today, but I’m sure I could get away with it,” Lincoln replied, somewhat airily. He was beginning to feel slightly peckish, maybe he would stop somewhere and grab something to take home to eat before he left, he didn’t think he was going to stay at the mall for as long as he planned, now, he’d rather not walk around in wet clothes, smelling of coffee. And he had been looking for an excuse to leave already. And the incident had given him the perfect excuse as to why. Maybe the heavens were smiling on him today...or just out to cause him greater annoyance.
He let out a soft snort of derision as he noticed her glance down towards her legs, he could see the goose bumps from his taller position. “You know, I never understood that. It’s a freezing cold day outside, and you’re risking hypothermia for fashion. Absolutely genius, dear,” he said, unable to help himself again, though quite well aware that he was probably digging his own grave. Sticking his hands back in his coat pockets, glad that he had been sensible enough to plan for the weather, he turned on his heel, ready to walk off, deciding he would go in to the book shop regardless, then head home.
He half looked back, chuckling slightly. “Apologies aren’t my thing, in which case you’ll find you’re not forgiven,” he answered, beginning his departure at a steady pace. If his cousin, Alfie, could see him now, he’d say obviously the change of scenery hadn’t made him any less of an antisocial bastard.
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Post by donte5 on Oct 31, 2010 13:22:16 GMT -8
NAMYA IPSITA SHARMA [/font][/center] YOU GOT TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, [/font][/center] She ignored his first comment. She had no care to reply to it, in fact she found herself desperate to get on her way. And out of this awkward situation which had befallen her. All she wanted to now was get home, clean her bag and perhaps take a long bath. Anything to make the day seem to disappear. The quicker the day went by, the quicker she could go and see her horses. Though this little situation seemed to dragging by, the minutes seemed like hours. Although really the whole situation had barely passed five minutes.
At his second comment she found herself infuriated. This man was really starting to get on her tits. And she couldn't help but retaliate with equally hostile words. "Well I wasn't planning on standing around apologizing profusely to some impertinent twit who doesn't give a toss." She scowled. yet the taller, elder man had already turned on his heel. How dare he just leave like that. It wasn't the words he had said particularly, but the way he had said them. It was rather snide and it made her blood boil. How dare he judge her so abruptly.
She clenched her fists at her side, unsure now of what to do. At his last remark she almost saw red. How dare he. It was bad enough to leave with his second comment. But that last one. Without much more hesitation she stormed forwards heading in his direction. Which subsequently was the direction she had originally been heading in. She brushed past him,slinging her bag onto her shoulder. "I'm not looking for your forgiveness, in fact I'm glad you're shirt smells of coffee beans. I hope that dampness doesn't give you a rash." She said snidely, continuing on her way in a huff. Damn it, she didn't even have to take her time of day to stand apologizing to him. Heck she could have just left before without all this abuse.
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Post by lincolnharper on Nov 3, 2010 3:15:25 GMT -8
Lincoln couldn’t help but grin. He was having fun with this, trust him to find the whole situation amusing. But she was reacting so brilliantly, most just got pissed off and got vulgar about it all, but she was just...reacting the exact way he would, when he thought about it. “I may be impertinent but I am in no way a twit. In fact, I think you’ll find my intelligence levels more than satisfactory,” he answered, still walking, hands in his coat pockets.
He could tell he had really pissed her off with his second comment, she stormed past him, almost smacking him hard with her bag as she flung the strap over her shoulder, but all he could do was let out another chuckle. God, he was such an asshole. No wonder everyone always looked at him with the utmost disbelief when he said he was a rather sought after psychiatrist. The thought of him helping people was almost laughable.
“And I hope they’re successful in removing the rod that seems to be stuck up your rear,” he said, tones as pleasant as always. He was almost expecting a slap in the face for that. How many people went shopping, only to end up in an argument with a woman who accidentally spilled their coffee over them, and apologised for it, let alone insult a complete stranger like he was? Maybe he was a twit after all. Or maybe it was just in the genes.
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Notes That wasn't that great, sorry...but oh Lincoln. Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln, how could you *facepalm*
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Post by donte5 on Nov 3, 2010 12:56:38 GMT -8
NAMYA IPSITA SHARMA [/font][/center] YOU GOT TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, [/font][/center] She was ready to take out all her frustrations after this. Maybe she should take up kick boxing or something of the like? Something to take her anger out on. After all she couldn't go horse riding in a sour mood. She never, never rode angry. Partly in fear she would take it out on her mount. And partly because she had never been this angry before. Sure she could be much angrier, if she tried. This was quite possibly mild, compared to most people's anger levels. But for her it was wildly bad tempered and out of the ordinary. She just wanted to get as far from the man as possible. Unfortunately her short strides didn't take her very far before he spoke again. Why was he still talking to her? Could he not see she didn't want a conversation?
Yet he had decided to continue and she couldn't help but to reply. He wasn't about to have the last word by any means. "You're certainly unpleasant and possibly one of the most sour men I have ever met." Although that would probably be a compliment to him. She carried on walking, her pace slowing the calmer she grew. It didn;t normally take her long to calm down after an arguement, even if the arguement was long winded or a short burst of frustration. The anger normally dissapated quickly and her mind would be clear once more. The rare hostility she had was never around for long. Possibly because of the way she had been brought up. Women of the Sharma family were not to act or show that they were angry, in fact they were expected to be courteous in the face of animosity or disagreement. A few more words from the taller man broke her thoughts, even though the words he spoke angered her she remembered what she had been taught.
She turned around, stopping completely. Realising that the gentleman was closer behind her than she thought he had been. She placed a smile on her face, even though she was ready to hit him. "Really? And who might these people be who are to remove this rod? You said they're after all, you must have someone in mind." Replying in an amicable tone possibly even a little bit flirty. She flashed him another smile, awaiting his reaction. She was stood in front of him now, but she wondered if he too was going to stop. But hell she was interested in his reply. She placed her free hand on her hip, and one eyuebrow raised, wondering what he was going to say. The anger had retreated now, she was still upset with him, but she was not going to let him, have the last word. She refused.
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Post by lincolnharper on Nov 13, 2010 16:46:29 GMT -8
In contrast to Namya’s evident fury, Lincoln looked as cool as a cucumber. He didn’t usually get riled up, in fact, he was the one who usually did the riling. He looked perfectly calm, amused even, with a slight smirk on his face. He really ought to learn to not be such a bastard, but unfortunately, it ran in the genes. When you grew up with a family like his, it was near impossible not to grow up with a personality like his. And now his cousin, Alfie, was in town...well, that was going to be interesting, he wondered how well the inhabitants of Addison were going to take to the idea of two Harpers running around, they had enough issues with his personality as it was without a duplicate of it running around.
“I think that’s the nicest thing someone’s ever said to me,” Lincoln answered.
It was probably true, he had heard a lot worse over the years, though he mostly deserved it. He was called names by his patients on a daily basis, so whatever she said was deflected off him as if there was an impervious wall between himself and anything anyone said, though unfortunately it didn’t work both ways in preventing him from making snide remarks towards anyone else.
“I suggest you go see a specialist,” he replied, clasping his hands behind his back, rocking back on heels for a few moments.
He stepped around her again, and in to the bookshop, picking up a book from the nearest shelf, flicking through some of the pages with mild interest.
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Post by donte5 on Nov 20, 2010 14:37:51 GMT -8
NAMYA IPSITA SHARMA [/font][/center] YOU GOT TO KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, [/font][/center] Ok so being calm and collected maybe wasn't for her. She span around just as he walked past her, a fist clenched by her side. "Are you always this much of a bastard or has he made a guest appearance today?" She snapped, brow furrowed angrily. She didn't even wait for a reply, instead she turned and stormed her way towards the malls exit. All she wanted to do now was get home. When she was angry, her walk always quickened, along with her speech half the time. But as she walked and let off some steam she felt herself calm down slightly, her footsteps falling more slowly against the ground. This being angry thing wasn't for her. But nor was calm and collected. So maybe she had to rest half way between fuming and calm? At least for now anyway. Finally she reached the doors of the mall, and as though they sensed her anger they whizzed open immediately. No hesitation in their opening, as if they didn't want to give her more of a case to get more worked up. As she stormed her way outside, the chilly breeze hit her, it was freshening actually. Most people were hurrying inside to get away from the cold and normally she would too. But in this instance the breeze felt nice. Cooling her down from the heat she felt inside.
She spotted her car from across the car park, her pace back down to her normal speed, enjoying the crisp air. She reached into her bag and fumbled around for her keys, grabbing them and pulling them out of her bag. She pressed the key to unlock her car and slipped inside, placing her bag on the passenger side of the car. Careful to put it on the floor, due to the coffee stains now on it. It wasn't like she had the money to just go have her car cleaned. She barely had the money to buy the second hand model. But she had wanted it so bad, and she had scraped the money together for it, not putting any of her other finances at risk in doing so though. She would happily sell her car if it came to it and get a crappier one much like she had had before. But the old audi had yet to let her down, and she was careful with the car, not wanting a scratch or dent on it. She slipped the keys into the ignition and gently turned the key half way, normally enough to get the engine started.
Instead of the familiar murmur of the engine a loud groaning sound came from the engine before dying out. She turned the key back, and then tried again. The same loud groaning noise came from the engine. She tried over and over, but the same thing kept happening. She had jinxed herself with the good thoughts about her car. And now it was kaput. Sighing loudly she threw her head back against the seat headrest looking up at roof of the car. Which was when she saw it. The light just before the rear view mirror was on. She flicked it off without a second thought, just angry at her karma coming to bite her in the ass. But then she realised what she had done. She had stupidly left the light on in the car whilst she had been shopping. Her battery had been drained. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" She cried, thumping her fists against the steering wheel. Dammit this day just went from bad to worse. Karma she believed in Karma. And it seemed Mrs. Sutra wasn't being very kind to her today. First the coffee, then the arrogant prick, now this. And she didn't even have the number of a roadside rescue company, she had never needed one. She wasn't sure how long the walk home would be, and even though the crisp air was a nice feeling, she wasn't sure how nice it would feel after an hour or two walk home. Probably not very nice at all.
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Post by lincolnharper on Nov 27, 2010 1:35:11 GMT -8
“No, I’m always like this,” I answered, tones light. Well, I wasn’t going to deny the fact. If I was going to dig really deep into the problem, I would say it was from my upbringing, my family members. The entire Harper family was just as bad, it was rare to find anyone who didn’t act exactly the same way, being nice just was not in our genes. I didn’t even have to look to know that she had stalked off before I had even replied, gaining me an odd look from one of the shop assistants, but, from previous experience from me coming in to their shop, knew better than to say anything, and looked away quickly. At least they weren’t as vocal as the owner of the local coffee shop, I had heard him mutter “Fucking Harper” under his breath on more than one occasion when I decided to buy a coffee rather than brew it myself.
At least there was peace now. The woman was gone, and I could continue browsing the book shelves in peace. I took my time, not finding the need to rush through the selection of newly released books they had displayed on one particular shelf, reading a few of the blurbs before selecting almost half a dozen. No, I wasn’t worried about how much I’d be paying. I had the money, I had a lot of money, actually. Psychiatry paid well, not to mention the funds from being a member of the Harper family left me with. I was content with my lot, and I wasn’t going to be like Alfie, who now headed the Harper empire. No, that definitely wasn’t my thing. I preferred to sit back, out of the view of everyone...why did everyone think I left Wales in the first place? The further away from my family I was, the happier I was...not that Alfie deciding to base himself in Addison helped with that in the slightest. Oh well, I would just try to avoid him as often as I could.
I went to the counter, handed the person on the other side my books, and waited for her to put it all through, sifting through my wallet for my credit card. I pulled it out, paid, debating whether to stay in the mall for a bit longer, or go home. Home was winning, so far, I still felt damp from my little run in earlier, not to mention I could smell the coffee from the stain. And, my patience would probably be non-existent if I ran into anyone else, so to save myself the angst, I decided I was just going to head home. I took the bag of books, and left the mall, heading to my car.
No sooner had I left the mall, and got within sight of my car, I saw that woman again. Just my luck, my silver BMW was parked right in front of her car. And from the sounds her engine was making as she tried to start it, she was stuck there. I strolled along at a leisurely pace, pulling my keys out of the pocket of my coat as I drew level with her car, turning my head, unable to help myself as I smirked at her, hitting the button to unlock the car, lights flashing instantly at the light touch on the button, indicating that it had unlocked. Opening the back left passenger’s side door, I threw the bag with my purchases on the back seat, before shutting it again and moving to the driver’s door. I was going to go home, and I was going to start reading, and it was going to be quiet.
Tagged Namya & Donte!
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Muse Standing Ovation - Good Charlotte
Notes I can totally see her getting out and beating him over the head with her handbag for that.
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Post by donte5 on Dec 6, 2010 13:46:13 GMT -8
Truthfully she thought that her day could not possibly get any worse than it was now. Yet once again she was going to be proved wrong, that indeed her day could get worse in many ways. One of those ways was about to walk right past her. Glancing up at the coated form that walked past her car it took a while before she recognised who it was and then became infuriated with the smirk her tossed her way. Git, absolute pig. She cast a disdainful look at him, watching as he opened his own car door and placed his belongings inside. She just couldn't resist the temptation. Furiously she smacked her hand forward onto her steering wheel. What she wanted to happen was for her car to emitt an incredibly loud, angry beep towards the man in front of her. But no such thing happened, she had forgotten her car was totally kaput. Instead the car blasted it's horn well, with what was a satisfying amount of noise, but then within seconds the noise dwindled down to nothing, trailing with an almost inaudible noise.
This only made Namya more angry.
Damn car making her look like a fool, he'd probably snigger and go on his merry way. She tossed her head back against her seat, raising her hands to her head in a desperate manner. Then with no more hesitation she wrenched the key from the ignition and got out of her care, as gracefully as she could possibly manage. She shut the door of her car, placed they key in the lock to turn it (not trusting the dead battery of the car to lock by itself) and calmly strode off. She had made the decision to walk home, whether that was wise or not, she did not know. Well she did know that it was an incredibly unwise thing to do. Her anger subsided as she reached the exit of the car park and then looked down the possible exit routes that she could take. To be honest she actually didn't have a clue which way to go, she couldn't even remember how she'd gotten here. She did recall however getting lost several times and the journey taking much longer than it should have taken her. Standing by the car parks exit she looked quite forlorn, but deciding she just wasn't going to stand around and hope the answer would smack her in the face she decided to pick a route and see where it took her.
She turned right and walked, sticking to the path as she did. Hopefully she had left that man behind in the car park and she would never have to see him again. Or so she hoped. She searched around in her pocket for her phone before realising she'd left it in the car, along with her bag and spare pair of shoes. What was she thinking? She might need her phone in case of a sudden emergency and her bag was also packed full of things a girl might need. Plus these wedges were not exactly the best thing to take a walk in. Especially one that could last way over two hours. But this thought hadn't even crossed her mind back in the car. Tough. It was too late to turn back now, she'd look like an idiot. She'd just have to cope without her phone for a little while. Amongst her anger she hadn't noticed the slight change in temperature or the sudden shift in wind direction. Nor had she noticed the droplets of water coming down on her coat, until one hit her on the nose. She glanced up at the sky, half hoping that it had come from one of the trees which littered the outside edge of the path. There was no such luck. Today was her incredibly unlucky day, she hadn't even broken any mirrors. The heavens had decided that now was a great time to open and the rain began to trickle out. Within seconds it was getting harder and not much later had it become a torrential downpour. Namya flicked her hood up, and zipped up her coat, not that it would do much good against this weather. Her legs were getting drenched and her feet were beginning to kill in her wedges.
Enough was enough and she decided to bend down and take the wedges off, holding onto the straps as she stood up. Barefoot it was then. Not that it would make much difference. Rain dripped from her legs so her feet may as well get wet too. Skin was waterproof anyway, and hopefully she wouldn't die of hypothermia. Although she hoped she didn't catch a bout of the flu after this, which unfortunately for her was very likely. Seeming that everything bad that could happen was happening. Namya carried on down the street, feet slapping against the concrete painfully as she walked, although probably much less sore than they would have been if she had continued to wear her shoes. She was no longer holding her head high and her coat had turned from a khaki shade to a darker green because of the rain. But what could she do? It could be worse. Some idiot could always speed past her in their nice warm car and splash her with the puddles which were already forming by the side of the road.
Not that she could get any wetter.
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WEARING Coming
NOTES I can so see him splashing her, and her having a complete breakdown. xD I so nice to her
MUSE Fading Away by Rihanna
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Post by lincolnharper on Dec 13, 2010 2:52:16 GMT -8
I had barely shut the back door of my car when a loud beep, that turned into a somewhat pathetic whine as the last little bit of life the battery in her car had left dwindled into nothing sounded to the side of me. Of course, it just made it all the more hilarious for me, turning to look at her through the windscreen of her car again, my smirk widening into an amused grin now. I couldn't explain what made it so joyful to see her so riled up, but her reaction did, and I just really couldn't help myself. I walked around to the driver's side door, hearing the door of the car parked behind mine open, slam shut again, and the sound of heeled footsteps walking down the footpath. Lifting my eyes, I saw her walking down the street, obviously trying to be calm about it, but I could see the lines of annoyance in her posture.
Even I had to admit, it was a stupid idea to be walking home in this weather.
I got in my car, taking my time before I finally started the engine, pulling away from the curb slowly, no cars coming along the road to make me wait or rush out. I happened to be going in the same direction as the woman had walked off in - by god, she could walk fast. She had managed to put a fair distance between herself and where I had parked my car by the time I approached her, not noticing the proximity of the puddle, my car and her figure were perhaps all a little too close to each other...
Well, even I hadn't intended the wave that was sent in her direction. But nonetheless, I found it a little amusing anyway, in a sort of childish way.
I stopped the car, not stopping the engine as I got out, leaning my arms against the roof as I looked towards her and opened my mouth.
"As unintentional as that was...you don't look half bad with the 'drowned rat' look."
Tagged Namya & Donte!
Words 347
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Muse The Art of Breaking - Thousand Foot Krutch
Notes ...srsly Lincoln, couldn't you think of anything better than 'drowned rat'? xD
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