Chris Summers (cerebbro) wrote in nextxplayground, @ 2009-03-09 14:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: christian summers, char: elijah worthington, loc: nyc, r: pg, stat: incomplete |
Who: Chris Summers and Eli Worthington
What: skipping out on work
When: Monday, around 3PM
Where: NYC (way to be vague, eh?)
Rating: PG for language
Status: Incomplete
"Cancel it, Kim. It'll take me over an hour to get back to the office, and I'm not going to waste my time just so that pecker can try and tell me how he wants things done. I've heard it before, we're not changing our stance. If he really wants to talk to me, he can wait. What? Yeah, been a bad day. Helluva bad one. Calling it a day a little early. Yeah. Bye."
Chris flipped the phone shut. He was standing in the expansive lobby of a NYC corporate office. The weather outside was mild, inside was comfortably cool, but Chris was sweating bullets. It had been a day that had started out bad and had only gotten worse. It was for the best that he was ending his day two hours early. Chris sighed as he looked out the huge glass windows and into the street. Cabs were speeding by, pedestrians were crowding the sidewalks. It was a tempting thought to ditch the limo and get lost in them for a while. That was exactly what he did.
Chris didn't have any particular destination in mind, he just stepped onto the walk and moved in the direction of the crowd. He let the worries of the day drift from him, taking in the sights and sounds of the people around him and appreciating the cool March air. It wasn't something that he often did, it was too easy to take such things from granted. From what he could tell, there was another businessman a few strides ahead of him talking into his cellphone, and he sounded even less happy than Chris had a few moments ago. He turned his attention to a family he was passing who were very obviously tourists. The three children were pulling on the arms of their lost-looking parents, trying to urge them on in three different directions at the same time. Chris smiled at the youngest, a girl of five, who beamed back at him before starting to excitedly tell her mother something.
Feeling a bit more cheery, Chris realized what he required at the moment. Food. Sloppy, greasy food, like only New York could offer. He looked ahead, and saw what he was wanting. A hot dog stand. He steered himself toward it, stepping in line. A few minutes later, he was drinking the newest flavor of Coke while the vendor made up his chili cheese dog. He was still people watching, still not letting his mind think of any of the stressors of the day. His eye caught another tourist looking at him, but this time a camera was raised up at him. Chris quickly looked down as he saw the bright flash. Luckily, the tourist was across the street, but he was talking loudly and pointing in Chris's direction. He tried to shrink into himself and felt much more impatient about getting his dog now. So much for the good mood.