|Bridge Carson (its_buttery) wrote in angelgrove,|
@ 2009-03-09 18:42:00
|Entry tags:||bridge carson|
Who: Bridge Carson and Open to anyone[new character=new thread]
What: Working ♥
Status: in progress
So many things on his mind, even work was becoming more of a chore than it should be. This was the first day in the last three weeks that Bridge didn't show up smiling or humming some stupid, silly song. That he didn't whistle the day away or over experiment in the kitchen. The plates came out clean and pretty, without an explosion of 'Bridge was here, and makin ur food' written all over it. Chloe was pregnant? Why did it bother him so much...it wasn't like she was his girlfriend.
But still...was this jealousy? He wasn't sure..maybe a little part yes, but he wasn't about to act on a little part. "..Order up." He smiled faintly and pushed the bell. "Estelle, I'm taking my break." He couldn't do it anymore, and he left the other cooks in charge. Pulling off his apron and funny hat that usually amused him, he walked around and out of the kitchen to the tables and sank into one of them..Everyone thought he was dead, Chloe was pregnant with Clark's baby. Clark threatened him...he put his head in his hands and closed his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip with a frustrated sigh. Everything was spiraling so fast out of control he thought he almost felt sick and dizzy. Even aura's weren't agreeing with him..they all seemed shades darker than normal, but what he was unaware of was his own skin was a few shades too pale for a healthy Bridge. He didn't realize what was happening..he didn't realize how much he was losing it. Even as things slipped in and out of focus. He was exhausted and worn down, he thought it was normal.