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The doors of the elevator slowly opened and Sadie stormed through them before they were fully ready. Her eyes stung with tears, but her jaw was clenched and anger glistened in her pretty eyes. She got halfway down the hallway before stopping and dropping down onto her butt next to a potted plant.

Sadie stared straight ahead for awhile before she buried her head into her knees and started to cry. She sincerely hoped that her eyes would become swollen and red. She hoped her mascara and eyeliner would smear and run down her cheeks in little black rivers. She hoped, that for once in her life, she would look ugly while she cried.

You look pretty even when you cry! The words echoed in Sadie's head from sometime in the past, and she became even madder.

Why do I always look 'pretty' or 'beautiful'?! I don't want to be freakin' perfect! I'm not! I'm not! I'm not!

Carmen decided to take the stairs today up to her floor instead of the elevator. She needed the tiny bit of exercise and frankly, elevators tended to scare her a bit. When she was younger, she remembered being in one where the doors wouldn't open because something had gotten jammed between them. It had been a frightful day for a six year old.

She swung open the door at the top of the stairwell, nodding her head to the loud music of Marilyn Manson's Disposable Teens blaring in her over-sized headphones. She had never known the likes of such music in Spain. Her parents were into all the old traditional stuff, and she even got bored of the pop music over there. American rock was so entrancing to her. Carmen walked right past Sadie, stopped and turned around. It was ingrained in her by her parents to be a kind person to all, but even more so was the belief of good karma that she acquired from her Buddhist ideals, which led her to stop and talk to the girl.

Carmen reached up a hand with black painted nails and pulled her headphones off. She looked at the girl with long black hair and side swept bangs whose makeup was runny and whose eyes were red and watery.

"Are you okay?" She remembered having seen this girl a few times around the apartment complex, but she hadn't taken the time to get to know any of her neighbors very well. She had been swamped with work lately and hadn't had any time to just relax and hang out. But this week had been pretty easy so she could finally acquaint herself with the people around here.

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Jean leaned back in his seat, and he sighed as he dragged his hand over his face. Stubble scrapped harshly against his hand, and he rubbed his eyes, sore from staring at the computer screen for so long. He took another look at it, the screen almost completely blank. Why did I sign that damn contract... he thought, I should have known having a deadline for this would throw me off...

Standing, Jean went over the large picture window and stared outside, taking in the colors of the trees; shades of yellow and orange mixing with the few remnants of green, and occasional bit of red. Fall, his favorite time of year. Beauty was everywhere, the air was crisp and fresh, and it was never too warm, nor so cold that a light jacket wouldn't make things just right again.

Time for a walk to clear my head... he thought, grabbing his long, black button-down coat and favorite hat, a black Tilley winter fedora, a small feather tucked into the band over his left ear. A pair of light leather gloves were tucked into his pocket, just in case it was colder out than it looked. A pad of paper and pencil went in the other, should inspiration his him; he'd had enough of the computer for the day.

With that, he headed out the door, which he locked behind him. He pressed the call button for the elevator, which took far longer than it should have, a usual. At times he wondered if the building's elevator was actually safe anymore, the way it jolted into life, and then shook just enough to be of some concern before shuddering to a halt at the lobby.

Maybe a nice cup of fresh roasted coffee from that little shop on the corner, he thought as he pushed through the door and took in a deep breath of the cool, clean air. A few minutes later, he emerged from the shop with a cup of black coffee, and went to sit on the bench across the street, where he sat and sipped at it. He closed his eyes to listen to the gently rustling of what was left of the leaves in the trees, occasionally glancing skyward to watch the little wisps of cloud move across the sky.

This is why I'm not in the big city...

Mary sat in her room. She heard the door close only faintly as her brother left. She didn't even wait to see if he made it out to his car safely as soon as she was sure he was on an elevator and away she grabbed up her army jacket and threw it over her shoulders. The stairs where easily decended and she thought faintly that she could hear someone on them above her. When she reached the front of the apartments her sibling was already gone, taking his ill bearing message with him.

She need to run but she'd make do with walking for now because she also needed a cigarette. Lighting up her death stick she took a deep breath and exhaled poison into the crisp air of October. No one bothered her as she traveled slowly down the street. She didn't have work and she didn't have school until later so all there was to do was kill time.

She took note of some of the carved pumpkins already sitting out and wondered vaguely if she should get one. She'd never actually done a pumpkin carving before. Deciding on a whim she went to find herself an orange vegetable to gut and poke holes in. That was a bit hard to do. what she came up with was a small pumpkin no bigger then her head but she was pleased and headed off through the park to go back to her apartment.

Holding the pumpkin up to her nose as she walked she looked at it carefully, "What do you carve into a pumpkin anyway?" Her accent was only slightly apparent, carried on the chilled breeze.

Sadie looked up slowly as she heard someone else's voice. There she saw a girl that she may or may not have seen before. She rubbed a finger under her eyelid and was pleased to see a little bit of black. Maybe her makeup was running for once.

"Oh yeah, I'm on Cloud 9," Sadie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She sneezed and quickly brushed her bangs to the side.

She suddenly realized how stupid the reason she was crying was, and she rolled her eyes.

Why were her cheeks so stiff? Jane hurriedly rubbed her face thoroughly with water, trying desperately to get the stiffness out of her face. She had been weeping endlessly the other night. Stupid sad book. Jane didn't bother looking at the book while she passed it to get to her closet, not really giving a crap anymore. As long as there were no traces of tears on her face, she was fine. In just a few moments, Jane was adorned in jeans and a simple black tank top. Jane managed to tug violently at her hair and get it perfectly straight.

She threw open the door and locked it behind her wordlessly, as she always did. Time for her walk. It helped her unwind, and her thoughts unwound themselves frequently in the peaceful city. Jane made her way around the city and studied every occasional person she passed. She studied the plump woman walking her dog, the man making his way to a nearby car, and a few more.

It was her daily routine. Jane enjoyed looking into the lives of other people, even if it was simply a glimpse. It was, somewhat, her 'hobby.' Jane pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes as she reflected on her life, as she often did while she was out on a walk.

Abbey kissed her small kitten goodbye between his ears before she left her small house. Her dark hair was up in a messy bun today and her green eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight. She slipped on a pair of sunglasses so she wouldnt have to squint while she walked. Today she going to buy a few new outfits after getting her big bonus check.

There was a new outlet store she had been wanting to check out for the longest time. On her way there, she passed a man drinking his coffee on a bench. Abbey glanced over at him before continuing on. She didnt know him, so she wouldnt stop. Her outfit today was a black top that hung off her shoulders and light wash blue jeans with her black flats.

It was nice to walk instead of drive that stupid car of hers. Sure, that was good for getting to work and for when the weather was bad, but Abbey loved the weather today. It was a nice day for a walk.

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Drane groaned in bed as the alarm clock went off. He always got up early, even when it isn't a school day. Or so he tried anyways. He simply pulled his pillow over his head and tried to ignore the noise. For some reason, out of all the alarm clocks in the shop, he got one without a snooze button. Lucky him. The alarm shut off automaticly for a few minutes, then remained silent. Drane sighed with relief. However, his sleep wouldn't last long, for Ala jumped on his bed, mewing. She eventually laid down- on Drane's head. He groaned, than looked up. "Ala, if you hadn't noticed, you're sitting on my head." He mumbled. He pushed Ala off, and decided to get out of bed for the day. He stood up, and changed out of his pajamas and into his normal clothes. Ala used the opening to dive under the covers, batting at invisible mice. "Cats!" He said, rolling his eyes. However, he smiled. Ala sure knew how to wake someone up. He headed out the door, going out for a walk in the park. Sure, it was rainy out, but he had an umbrella.

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I don't know nutin about nutin!-Homestar Runner, holding a 'time bomb' (red candles with a clock taped to it)

((OOC: Um, DMboogie, a few people have already said its a nice day, so the rain doesn't make sense...))

Jean smiled briefly in his usual friendly, but somewhat shy way at a cute brunette as she passed, looking like she had somewhere to be. He finished his coffee, went back across the street to drop the cup in the garbage in the shop, then walked back outside before setting off down the street, in the opposite direction from his apartment. He had no planned route, preferring instead to just walk and see where it took him. The town was pretty small, but he hadn't been here that long, and so hadn't see nearly all of it yet.

I should get a good camera... he thought suddenly, as he looked around once more at the colors of fall, which mixed quite nicely with some of the older red and brown brick buildings in the area. No doubt a few of them were some of the very first buildings put up here.

Kevin was.... broke... homeless... but didn't look like it.

Kevin had his guitar slung around his back. It was all he had besides the clothes on his back. The last time he had a gig was maybe... a month ago, and he had closely monetered the money from that, even so, he was starting to run out. He needed an agent, manager, someone or something to get him something to do with himself. It was pathetic. His blonde hair was shining in the sunlight. Anoter thing he disliked so much about America. The "dumb blonde" stereotype. It was probably the worst stereotype in existance. The reason being that most people are jealous of blonde women, and so the term "dumb blonde" was coined up. He understood if they where talking about Paris Hilton or one of those Hollywood bimbos, but it wasn't fair to just think because somone has a different hair color they are stupid. Even more idiotic than saying a black man is less intellegent than a white man.

When Kevin found what he thought to be a sufficient place to lay, he stopped and sat on a bench on the side of the street. He only had about one-thousand fans world wide, so the likeliness that anyone would know him was so incredibly thin. But he played anyway. He looked so remarkably pathetic, not homeless, just pathetic. His hair was all screwed up and his guitar wasn't that clean either. He had written twelve songs, enouough for a decent album, but he figured so little people liked his music he would never get an agent to get the album recorded. He palyed anyway. He could never find a reason not to do something he loved.

"Day after day your home life’s a wreck
The powers that be just
Breathe down your neck

You get no respect
You get no relief
You gotta speak up
And yell out your piece

So back off your rules
Back off your jive
Cause I’m sick of not living
To stay alive
Leave me alone

I’m not asking a lot
I just don’t want to be controlled
That’s all I want
All I want..."

It was difficult, but it was a good song. He kept playing.

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