Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-28 01:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, maryanne walker (oe), ~clint barton (comic) |
Who: Maryanne and Clint
Where: Mitchell's Pub
What: Down time, contemplating things.
When: 'After hours' if there is a such thing.
Rating: Language
Open: If you can think of a good reason.
Status: On going
She was sprawled over the top of a table. The ear buds that had been in her ears previously, tugged out and splayed on either side of her head. Tangled in her dark curls. An 'American Sign language' book open on her chest. Laura was teaching her, but things weren't moving as fast as Maryanne liked. And when she wanted something she threw herself into it, whole. Especially when it came to something she wanted for someone she cared about. And boy did she care about the man behind the reason for the book. Still the song she had heard had shaken her. Sure it was just words, lyrics, that weren't actually written for her. But they had hit home. Too close to home. And the music was her avenue to learn what she wanted to quicker. She signed her way through songs. And they stuck. But that had been one that she hadn't been able to do more than just sit and listen to. It had been a good, useful, distraction until that song. Her feet tucked under her backside. Heels of her black off brand Chucks just inches from pressing against her denim clad backside, legs bared from mid thigh down to the tops of the hightops. Black fitted tee sporting a purple bullseye. She wasn't dressed to impress. More for comfort. And possibly support. Maryanne let out a slow sigh. The post should have got it out of her system. But it hadn't not all the way. Though she didn't feel as grouchy as she had. Thanks to Clint. Even thinking about him had a little smile tugging at her lips. |