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Tweak says, "taste the spork"

williamthehelot (williamthehelot) wrote in deadofnightic,
@ 2016-08-21 14:43:00

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character: bethanie scarlet, character: william emerson, type: open post

Who: William Emerson and OPEN
What: Will is accident prone
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: downtown, outside
Rating: PG
Warnings: none

Will was headed to his master's office, having been sent to file some documents that Nicholas had finished on the weekend. He was nervous, of course, despite the fact that he was carrying signed written permission from Master Edding that he was allowed to be out alone in order to complete his errand. Ideally, he wouldn't even have to talk to anyone while he was out. Still, it made him feel vulnerable, walking down the populated sidewalk all alone. He kept his head down, trying to disguise his height so he wouldn't stick out so much.

He was probably too focused on avoiding the people around him rather than where he was walking. His toe caught on a lip in the sidewalk and suddenly he was falling, his papers scattering everywhere. He hit the ground hard and pain blossomed in his hands where he'd caught himself. Ignoring it, he started to scramble after the papers, already drifting in the breeze. As he headed toward one of the papers, still on his hands and knees, a hand got there first, and Will looked up.

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holdontoemotion
2016-08-28 03:20 pm UTC (link)

It was the morning time for Bethanie as she traipsed down the street, a paper coffee cup in her hand, sunglasses on and dressed like a hung over heavy metal chick. She wasn't hungover, but her long nights at the bar working took their toll on her in the mornings. She also wasn't much of a morning person either. Her wavy blonde hair was in a messy bun, escapees framing her face. Beneath the sunglasses, she had her eyes lines in black already, red on her lips. With ripped black skinny jeans, a worn Avenged Sevenfold shirt missing the sleeves, black bra showing, vans on her feet and cuffs on her wrists.

She was half zoned out when the curly haired man went tumbling with his papers scattering. She sighed heavily and down what was left of her coffee before tossing it into the nearest garbage can.

"It's too early for this shit," he muttered as she walked over to crouch down to gather up the papers to help the poor guy. "You alright there, Curls?"

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williamthehelot
2016-09-04 12:16 am UTC (link)

Will looked up as a woman crouched next to him. He blushed crimson and avoided her eyes, hastily trying to gather the papers. He nodded quickly at the question, but the veracity of his answer was rather undercut by the expression on his face as he anxiously tried to get the papers in the right order again. He knew he was going to mess something up. It was the first time his master had sent him out to do something alone, and he had known in his gut it would go wrong. Half the papers were crumpled a little now. Why couldn't he do one simple thing? What if his Master sent him back, because he couldn't handle something so easy? His breathes were starting to come faster even as he told himself he couldn't panic right here, on the street.

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holdontoemotion
2016-09-04 04:05 pm UTC (link)

Bethanie rose one perfectly shaped blonde brow at the nod, no words spoken. A brief bit of bristling at that. However, as she helped she noticed his agitated state and her brows furrowed. She felt a bit of concern - who wouldn't? - however, there always seemed to be a smoldering anger to her the few hours after waking up.

Finally, she had enough and took his papers, added then to hers, and knelt on them after swiping up the rest into a messy pile, making the guy look up at her. Hey, at least the papers wouldn't blow away. "Oi, Curls. Cool it and slow your roll. What the fuck do you got your pretty panties in a twist over?" She said, in her own way telling him to calm down and slow his breathing.

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