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pip. · Jun 22nd 2016

[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Winston McDonald

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it wasn't as though he enjoyed people-watching. not as much as he enjoyed mocking those who were people-watching, anyway. however, there were days where souls could afford to be a tad bit hypocritical, and god damn, was today one of those days.

for today, it seems, his final warning was received. his pigheaded boss who smelt of burned cash had finally had enough of his excuses. every "i'm tired," "i'm drunk," and "c'mon, man. can i leave?" had reigned over his patience for too long. for that man had the nerve to call him into his office and 'have a seat.' said seat was out of the scolding sun, mind you, where the old man usually worked, but the feeling of dread placed upon you when you entered the fat man's office was enough to make it seem worse.

their conversation was simple. work hard, or you're out. now, this was the conversation given to every employee when they first signed up to the job, but the truth was that winston had sat through this conversation far more times than he should have. his boss had a heart, at least. giving pity to winston due to his age and his habits. but it seemed as though pity wasn't enough to break through to the old man's reason. no, not even close.

he didn't blame his boss for the talk. honestly, he didn't. this is why he simply nodded after their meeting, fighting the oh so powerful urge to storm out while chanting the classic, "up yours." but still, this dread was enough to get someone down for a while. and what better way to get back up than to crack a beer, park yourself near the front of your condo, and silently judge others to make yourself feel better?

upon doing this, however, he happened upon a kid. well, not a "kid kid" of course. this person did appear to be fresh into life, though. young. much younger than him. and this kid happened to be struggling to move some boxes into their apparent new living space.

what was meant to be an effortless mock actually came out with a lick of concern, this tone causing the man to mentally scold himself after the words were said.

"you keep liftin' like that, 'yer gonna break your back."

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spxctre · Jun 24th 2016

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safira valentine, 22 years old, had just moved out of her parents' house and was currently feeling on top of the world. she also felt like she was [i]carrying}}

_{_{the world, because god, these boxes were really frickin' heavy. the tanned female's muscles were really starting to ache- she would've liked to hire a mover, but they were pretty expensive. not that that was even an issue- safira wasn't going to lie, her family was pretty well off and safira wasn't short on money either. honestly, it was more of a pride thing- she was so excited about moving out and she really wanted to do it all herself- she wanted to feel like she was starting anew and she wouldn't feel that way unless she moved every single one of these boxes into her new place by herself. and she definitely felt like she was starting anew, but she also felt like collapsing. she should have packed more, smaller boxes, because though there would be more to lift, they'd be easier and she'd probably get all of this done faster.

ahe pushed these thoughts aside to think about other things, like the fact that she had recently scored herself a job, which she started next week, which was another thing to be excited about. she supposed that she should savour her last week of complete freedom before she started spending most of her days at work. safira put the box down just for a short minute, needing a moment to breathe deeply, and then tried to lift the box again. she gave a grunt of exertion, and after a moment, managed to lift the box again.

"you keep liftin' like that, 'yer gonna break your back," someone said, a hint of concern in their tone, and safira turned her head to get a good look at whoever said it.

"oh," said safira. she would've liked to run a hand through her short teal hair, but she refrained. "[color=teal]thanks," she added, after a moment, her tone hesitant. she wasn't entirely sure how else to lift a box. it was just a box, weren't you just supposed to use force to lift it? was there some sort of ancient technique of lifting? lifting boxes didn't exactly seem like an art one had to perfect. she did, however, appreciate the man's concern.

"[color=teal]you live here?}}

_{_{" she asked, tilting her head in the direction of the condo.
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fox · Jun 24th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; opacity: .5; height: 200px; width: 227px; margin-top: 12px; overflow: auto; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]He had moved in a few days ago. It was actually a pretty nice set up. Not too cramped but not huge either. Perfect for someone like him! This was his first solo place. He had moved out if his parents house a couple years back but he had always had roommates. Now it was just him and he had to admit that the cleanliness of his space felt great! He didn't have many things, purposefully. This way his condo would be neat and uncluttered like he preferred it to be.

Yes, he is a neat freak. No, he doesn't have ocd. However he enjoys a clean and orderly space. And he can get a little pesky when his space becomes a mess. But its nothing too serious!

Currently, Jae was heading out. Taking his keys, the male exited his condo and made his way to the front entrance. He had forgotten but seeing the lady outside - he remembered. Someone was moving in. She appeared to be struggling with the weight of her boxes. Jae wasn't in a rush so he slipped his keys in his pocket and went outside.

With a smile to her, he asked: "hey would you like some help?"[/fancypost]

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pip. · Jun 29th 2016

[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Winston McDonald

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"eh, i wouldn't say 'live.'"

the words sneak past his lips despite the many things which struggled to keep them within. the man's own stubbornness. the regret that he spoke at all, even a tad. the sheer fact that, in all truth, this day was kind of *, and the pessimist would rather drown peacefully in his alcohol than attempt to make small talk with a youngin' he knew not.

however, despite his ways and his habits and his nature, he was still a man of pride, for it seemed that integrity he held in his youth was almost as stubborn as he was. it stuck, and it stayed. and it allowed him to see that he should at least have the decency to finish what he had started.

thus, he continued, and let out a grunt as he stood from his seat. perhaps with the combined efforts of him, the girl, and this new boy whom offered to help, this mess could be cleaned up in a jiffy.

"more like 'linger around.'"

hands work quickly, yet hold that certain slowness that was served with age. he picks up a box with uncharacteristic caution before finishing his thought. upon doing so, he looks to her, his own dull eyes looking past a pair of glasses to meet new orbs never seen.

"i've got a room on the bottom floor. you should stay away from there, though. smells like smoke."

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spxctre · Jun 30th 2016

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"thank you, i'd love some help," safira said, giving the male who had just exited the condo a warm smile. "and thank you," she paused, turning her head back towards the guy who had said something about her breaking her back earlier. she didn't know his name. "sir." she concluded.

the realization that she did not know either of their names prompted her to introduce herself- that was the polite thing to do. "it's nice to meet you both," she said. "my name's safira."

safira gave a small sound of amusement at the older man's next few words. "[color=teal]i don't mind the smell of smoke," she said simply. she had been living with her parents prior to getting a condo here- after finishing with school and all that, she had sort of mooched around her parents' place- smoking, drinking- all throughout high school, college, and university, safira had been careful about staying away from drugs and whatnot- she wanted to finish schooling and then go [i]nuts}}

_{_{, which was probably better than the alternative, her going nuts in high school and possibly throwing her education down the drain- but it had still irked her parents. "if you're going to destroy yourself like this, find your own place to live," they told her, one night, faces grim and stern, so safira decided- well, why not?

unfortunately, it all needed to be paid for, so with the decision of actually getting her own place to live, she also had to get a job. as soon as she did finish moving everything- which would be a speedier process now, hopefully, with the help of the two males- she was going to open up a can of beer and watch a couple of movies.

"[color=teal]i'm guessing you live here?}}

_{_{" she glanced at the younger male, expression curious. he had just exited the condo, so it was likely, but you never know- he could've been visiting a friend, or a relative, or a boss or something.
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fox · Jul 1st 2016

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"Safira..?" he mused for a moment before smiling. "Nice name, i'm Jae" he introduced himself as well. Jae picked up some more boxes. With the older man helping alongside them, they were making swift progress. He placed them inside again and as he came out, he heard the question.

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