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Last day of Spring Break. Back to school and work tomorrow. :(
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Call me cars. Or vroom. Or carsgovroom. Just another 20-something girl on the World Wide Web. I suppose I'd be considered a veteran RPer with probably a decade of RPing experience whose looking to have a bit of fun.
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I was working on an application packet for a program at school today so I should get you a post tomorrow sometime.
Ha no problem. I've got work to go to and my application packet to finish ugh. So take your time. :)
I can see them on my comp and my phone. Weird.
Ben didn't try to start a conversation as they drove. He must have known that she wasn't feeling up to it and so he didn't try to push her, which she loved him for. A few minutes into the drive Laurel did reach over to his free hand and interlock her fingers with his, and she felt him clutch back. This was what she needed right now. She didn't need to talk about it, not yet at least. His silent support was enough for now.
What about tomorrow, though? Or the next day? Was it going to be enough then? The uncertainty of her immediate future was something that she didn't want to think about but she also couldn't not think about it. What was going to happen? What was she going to do? It terrified her.
The trip from the hospital to her home was far too short. She suddenly became aware that he was pulling the car over and she recognized the building in which she lived. It had been a warehouse once upon a time but in more recent years it was re-purposed to house a variety of loft apartments. Laurel was gazing out of the window at the building for a moment, suddenly very reluctant to leave and be alone.
"Want me to come up with you?" Ben asked, almost as though he could read her mind. "I could stay for a while, if you want me to."
Her immediate urge was to respond yes, but she forced herself to shake her head. She needed to be alone. "Not tonight. I'll call you tomorrow after I find out what's happening, alright?" He nodded and they looked at each other in silence for a moment before Laurel leaned in and they kissed. It was soft but lingering, and she gently held to the back of his neck to prolong it. He held her cheek and for those few moments Laurel thought she might be actually be alright when this was all over. Then those moments ended when they pulled back.
"Thanks for coming to get me."
"Always."
Reluctantly Laurel got out of her boyfriends car and headed toward her building. Ben didn't drive away until she was inside and she watched his car disappear through the glass, regret filling her as the tail lights blended with the rest of them. She took the stairs slowly, almost wandering her way to her door. She fumbled with the key in the lock more than usual but managed to get the door open and slipped inside. Laurel closed the door and turned the lock and found herself properly alone for the first time that night. Her very first instinct was to let out all of the grief and tears she'd been bottling up for hours. There wasn't anyone around to see it and she felt as if she would simply burst if she didn't. Instead she braced herself against the door, leaning her head back against it as she breathed deeply through he nose and squeezed her eyes shut, composing herself before moving the rest of the way into her little studio loft.
She placed her items down on the counter top. Among them was the bag of clothing that she had been wearing and had gotten soaked with James Weller's blood. The hospital have given her the ill fitting scrubs she was wearing now since they couldn't have a woman covered in blood sitting in the waiting room. The slacks and shirt were probably ruined, as was the scarf her sister had gotten her for her birthday a couple of years ago. Her jacket had miraculously been spared though. She pulled her badge from the coat pocket and set it on the counter, and then laid her gun next to it. Laurel looked down at the two items for several moments, emotions flitting across her face before she finally turned away from them.
Sleeping was not going to happen right now and she had no appetite. Still she felt like she had to busy herself with something, so she started making a pot of coffee. Laurel started a routine she'd done so many times before, but after a while her hand slipped and the old coffee grounds in the used filter she wanted to throw away fell to the wood floor, making a disgusting mess, and then she spilled the water she was trying to put into the coffee maker.
"Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!" Banging her fist against the counter top a few times in frustration, Laurel snatched up a sponge and rag and hunkered down to the clean up her mess. But partway through wiping up the water and cleaning up the grounds it all became too much for her. There was too much bottled inside and just screwing up making a pot of coffee was the last straw.
Laurel broke. She laid back against the door of one of the cabinets under the counter and sink, curling her knees to her chest so she was as small as she could possibly be, and started crying. Who was she crying for though? Herself? Or James Weller? Or maybe she was crying for the both of them.
What about tomorrow, though? Or the next day? Was it going to be enough then? The uncertainty of her immediate future was something that she didn't want to think about but she also couldn't not think about it. What was going to happen? What was she going to do? It terrified her.
The trip from the hospital to her home was far too short. She suddenly became aware that he was pulling the car over and she recognized the building in which she lived. It had been a warehouse once upon a time but in more recent years it was re-purposed to house a variety of loft apartments. Laurel was gazing out of the window at the building for a moment, suddenly very reluctant to leave and be alone.
"Want me to come up with you?" Ben asked, almost as though he could read her mind. "I could stay for a while, if you want me to."
Her immediate urge was to respond yes, but she forced herself to shake her head. She needed to be alone. "Not tonight. I'll call you tomorrow after I find out what's happening, alright?" He nodded and they looked at each other in silence for a moment before Laurel leaned in and they kissed. It was soft but lingering, and she gently held to the back of his neck to prolong it. He held her cheek and for those few moments Laurel thought she might be actually be alright when this was all over. Then those moments ended when they pulled back.
"Thanks for coming to get me."
"Always."
Reluctantly Laurel got out of her boyfriends car and headed toward her building. Ben didn't drive away until she was inside and she watched his car disappear through the glass, regret filling her as the tail lights blended with the rest of them. She took the stairs slowly, almost wandering her way to her door. She fumbled with the key in the lock more than usual but managed to get the door open and slipped inside. Laurel closed the door and turned the lock and found herself properly alone for the first time that night. Her very first instinct was to let out all of the grief and tears she'd been bottling up for hours. There wasn't anyone around to see it and she felt as if she would simply burst if she didn't. Instead she braced herself against the door, leaning her head back against it as she breathed deeply through he nose and squeezed her eyes shut, composing herself before moving the rest of the way into her little studio loft.
She placed her items down on the counter top. Among them was the bag of clothing that she had been wearing and had gotten soaked with James Weller's blood. The hospital have given her the ill fitting scrubs she was wearing now since they couldn't have a woman covered in blood sitting in the waiting room. The slacks and shirt were probably ruined, as was the scarf her sister had gotten her for her birthday a couple of years ago. Her jacket had miraculously been spared though. She pulled her badge from the coat pocket and set it on the counter, and then laid her gun next to it. Laurel looked down at the two items for several moments, emotions flitting across her face before she finally turned away from them.
Sleeping was not going to happen right now and she had no appetite. Still she felt like she had to busy herself with something, so she started making a pot of coffee. Laurel started a routine she'd done so many times before, but after a while her hand slipped and the old coffee grounds in the used filter she wanted to throw away fell to the wood floor, making a disgusting mess, and then she spilled the water she was trying to put into the coffee maker.
"Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!" Banging her fist against the counter top a few times in frustration, Laurel snatched up a sponge and rag and hunkered down to the clean up her mess. But partway through wiping up the water and cleaning up the grounds it all became too much for her. There was too much bottled inside and just screwing up making a pot of coffee was the last straw.
Laurel broke. She laid back against the door of one of the cabinets under the counter and sink, curling her knees to her chest so she was as small as she could possibly be, and started crying. Who was she crying for though? Herself? Or James Weller? Or maybe she was crying for the both of them.
Okay so here are the pics for Eric and Ben.
Also here is a visual aide for Laurel's loft apartment.
Also here is a visual aide for Laurel's loft apartment.
I found pics for the two of them but I'll have to post them when I get home from class. In 6 hours. x(
I should find pics for Ben and Eric! Power's out at my house though so it makes it difficult ha.
Hope to be able to write something tonight after class, but if I don't it means that I'm still working on my essay for my program application.
Hope to be able to write something tonight after class, but if I don't it means that I'm still working on my essay for my program application.
I never thought he would attack her ha. It's that criminal types she gets. Lawyer types not so much. His attempts at ruining her won't make her back down.
It sure will look pretty suspicious to Derek that she's closing cases even though he's doing everything he can to sabotage her. ;)
I was also thinking she might have some friends in high places, high class people who were victims of cases that she solved who would be willing to help her out for some cases. It's just the threads I an idea at the moment. Her dad might also have some connections for her to use that he formed during his SEAL career. He might reoccur.
It sure will look pretty suspicious to Derek that she's closing cases even though he's doing everything he can to sabotage her. ;)
I was also thinking she might have some friends in high places, high class people who were victims of cases that she solved who would be willing to help her out for some cases. It's just the threads I an idea at the moment. Her dad might also have some connections for her to use that he formed during his SEAL career. He might reoccur.
The blood thing could work. I haven't mentioned that she was soaked but she might not have even realized it yet so that works for me.
Yeah but Laurel's a tough cookie that's been dealing with guys like Derek for a while. That's the kind of conflict she's used to and the fight she can win. She can handle herself. But she's not the most meticulous when it comes to words. Legal stuff is unfamiliar territory for her and ultimately more daunting than thugs ha.
Yeah but Laurel's a tough cookie that's been dealing with guys like Derek for a while. That's the kind of conflict she's used to and the fight she can win. She can handle herself. But she's not the most meticulous when it comes to words. Legal stuff is unfamiliar territory for her and ultimately more daunting than thugs ha.
All of that sounds good and reasonable. And yeah if we need a reason for him to need to stay with her we can think of something that doesn't allude to ~destiny~ I'll work with anything you throw at me but I'm also happy to help. ;)
Is there a specific reason why only she can see and hear him or is just because she was the one that shot him?
Is there a specific reason why only she can see and hear him or is just because she was the one that shot him?
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