Kayla Michaels lives without guilt (thekappa) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-09-13 13:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | cinnamon spider, joker |
Who: Joe King and Kayla Michaels
What: Two neighbors running into each other
Where: The Bathos
When: Early afternoon
Warnings: Dark thoughts.
It was a rare day that Kayla took a lunch break to run home, so apparently today was a very special day. Really, this wouldn't have happened if she had been more put together this morning. But we couldn't always be perfect. And really, Kayla didn't want to be perfect. She knew that perfection was a lofty ideal that women killed themselves and men killed others for, and she'd have no part in it. If anything, she wanted to be imperfect. She wanted the scars, the bruises, the blood. She wanted to be a slapped together Barbie doll with thin sewing thread holding her joints together, barely keeping her in one piece.
That didn't change the fact that she was royally pissed off about having to drag her ass across Seattle and back in her hour lunch break, though.
The bus ran on time, but Kayla thought it was late. It drove too slow, and stopped for pedestrians of all things. She was on a time budget, couldn't it just run over the pedestrians? It would serve them right for walking in the road where vehicles are supposed to be. She had spent the entire bus trip tapping her nails against the side of her briefcase, thinking ahead to her apartment. The thumb drive was on her desk, right next to her laptop. How she had managed to bring the laptop to work and not the thumb drive was absolutely beyond her. But that was her reality. So she would enter the apartment, run to her desk, get the thumb drive, and grab an apple on her way out. Good plan.
Before the bus even had stopped moving, Kayla was at the door. The driver gave her a tired frown that she countered with a terse scowl, and within seconds the door was open. She hurried through the foyer of the Bathos, not bothering with the elevator. Technology was slow. Legs were faster. Clutching her briefcase to her side, she began to run up the stairs towards the sixth floor.