The sun could be seen through the clouds today. Quint agreed this was a good thing as it was a rare occasion lately that the sun peaked through at all. Sprawled across a park bench she enjoyed the luxuries of having no where to be with no one to order her around. The wind blew across her face upsetting her hair, but making a consented sigh leave her lips. At her side sitting on the cold sidewalk Quest let out a yip reminding Quint she still had many responsibilities to attend to. 

Letting out an embarassing groan that showed how a few sit ups would do her some good, Quint pulled herself off the rickety old wood bench warm from her body heat and clucked her tongue to Quest who obediently followed her as she walked through the deserted park leash trailing behind him. Though she should be carrying it, she figured if anyone took alarm she would have her hand wrapped around it in a matter of seconds.

It was almost lunch time, which meant that a battalion of overworked old men in suits were going to invade Quint's thinking spot. She did not want to be there when this happened. So she evacuated the premisis making her way back to her apartment to grab her camera. She should have brought it with her, but was loath to bring work into her thinking time.
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The rising of noise around the coffee shop awoke Ryan from his daydreams. After those imbeciles forced him out of the office he dreamed of leaving, but he had signed a contract and would see it through. With a sigh he looked down at his watch a citizen ecodrive. It had been twenty minutes since he fled the mongrels and he best be getting back before they came looking for him. 

Taking his time to cross the street he plodded into the low built building loath to look like he was rushing to his fate. Passing through three sets of heavy wood doors he walked into the studio they put him in. The whole room was a blinding white with all kinds of unique types of lighting that Ryan had no interest in learning. His perusal was interupted by a short balding man also known as the most useless man on the planet. 

Barc, a name way better suited to a dog or maybe a rodent was the director of this carnival ride otherwise wise known as Ryan's latest modelling gig. Bark made a show of staring at his watch.. Or maybe he was trying to tell the time whatever it was he was doing or wasn't doing, he stopped soon enough and pointed toward a chest near the wall. "Sit".