Brady Porter (heir_reluctant) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-20 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-04, quentin |
This Is It
Who: Brady, Quentin, Bryan Porter (NPC), Brandon Porter (NPC)
Where: The Inn
When: Saturday, late morning
Somehow, Brady managed to get some sleep. He didn’t really know how it happened. He figured that perhaps his body just needed to go into a comatose state after everything that he had been doing in the time prior to the 4th of July. Whatever the reason, Brady woke up rested and he was extremely grateful for it. It didn’t take long, right before he even got out of the bed that was attached to his office at the Inn, before the nerves built up. The day was upon him. The day that he knew would either make or break him. Even if other people saw it as a success, he knew that if he didn’t feel like it was it would destroy what little confidence in himself that he had managed to build up. And yet… Brady found a way to pull the strength from a part of him that existed somewhere deep inside of his soul, using that strength to keep on going forward. Yes, the urge to take flight was there, but he could battle it back… for now.
It may have been a good idea for him to go for a run before he started getting everything ready. It would have given him time to clear his head, to take one last moment to himself before it became all about the Inn and making sure that people were happy for the entire day. Regardless of how good of an idea it may have been, Brady did not take it. He could not. If something went wrong he wanted to make sure that he was right there in order to fix it. Every second seemed to matter. There could be no errors. There would be no errors. He had to believe it.
Brady got dressed in one of his suits. He didn’t bother buying a new one, though he did make sure to wear the nicest one that he had. He envied the people who were going to show up in far less confining clothes, but he had to keep up his appearance. To complete the outfit, he tied one of the many styles of American flag ties that he found on the internet around his neck. He had to buy one for the occasion. Brady wasn’t the most patriotic person. Again, it was all part of the deal. He knew what he was getting into when he agreed to take the helm of the Inn. Okay, that was a lie. He had some idea, but he didn’t expect it to be so much. That extra weight Brady put entirely on the fact that it wasn’t just a job. It was a legacy. A legacy that meant so much to him. There was a picture of Ellen Porter in the Foyer. He picked it out himself.
Even though the amount of people who signed up to set up booths displaying their wares had diminished in the wake of the demonic infestation, there was still a decent amount of people who wanted to do what they could to live a normal life in spite of the fact that nothing about it was ever going to be normal again. Those people showed up in the early morning. There was little setup that needed to be done. The booths were already standing tall. All of the internal displaying, however, needed to be done by the people who were going to be standing inside of them for most of the day. Maybe he’d have time to walk around and look at what was there. He remembered that Ellen seemed to have some uncanny ability to balance business and pleasure. Maybe he inherited. Maybe he didn’t. He’d find out soon enough.
Before the day officially started, Brady got all of his employees in the dining room of the Inn, which would eventually be filled up with many people throughout the day. While they were gathered, he told them that it was important that the day go well, but it was also important that they have a good time. It was a celebration, and it was important to remember that. Brady was willing to bet that he would have a hard time remembering his own advice.
Eventually, the people who were setting up finished, and, in time, the actual patrons began to park around the Inn. Those that showed up early got the best spots, but he was willing to bet that even those who arrived later wouldn’t have to park so far away that a walk would be a great hassle.
Already feeling the beginnings of a claustrophobic attack (not that he was claustrophobic, but he did feel the walls were closing in on him just a bit), Brady stepped outside onto the porch and looked around. This was his moment. His time to shine. He just hoped that he was able to do so. Brady knew that he owed Ellen that much.