Two stories.
Two characters.
Interacting with one another for the entire length of both stories.
But they are both completely unaware of each other.
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Aden is searching for something. A purpose maybe. Something solid in a world filled with sand. Alice loves the sand and is just trying to my a friend. Her better half she says. Someone to throw sand at. And both of them have no idea that the other exists.
Aden stood there content staring straight up into the dreary sky. Seattle has its own weird little version of weather. Take today for example. Two minutes ago it was raining. Now it beautiful. A perfect summer day that got lost in fall. Completely against his plans for the next few minutes his mindless stare-break was taken from him. It was rudely interrupted by a slightly frumpy women with long dark hair and green eyes that could burn holes in body armor. Apparently he was standing in front of a spill way for some trendy emo type store. His only thought was to curse the pretty cunt and to mention to himself that she obviously did not get the memo that he was going to spacing out in that particular doorway for the time being. No matter though. The green eyed girl was gone in a blink and did not even send an apologetic glance in his direction. He was free to continue staring. If only the moment had not already passed. He was left with his walking around the city and taking pictures of the same shit everyone before him had shot and think the same thoughts. That was a nice one. Finally a good one. Maybe I can sell this one. That one was shit. So he walked on. Back to the quest for something interesting in a city full of coffee shop clones and elitist. He walked and the day faded. It was to late when he started out on this little trip. Specially for a Friday. The city was started to bulge and the clubs and pubs and bars and street corner vendors where all serving different kinds of dinner. Aden's stomach grumbled at each different smell he passed. Both breakfast and lunch where pretty much forgotten in the chaos of his job at the shipyard. And now with the smells to temp his bowels his stomach was starting to rebel. And different search started. What greasy bit of gluttony was he going to take part in today?
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-roguemind
Two characters.
Interacting with one another for the entire length of both stories.
But they are both completely unaware of each other.
____
Aden is searching for something. A purpose maybe. Something solid in a world filled with sand. Alice loves the sand and is just trying to my a friend. Her better half she says. Someone to throw sand at. And both of them have no idea that the other exists.
Aden stood there content staring straight up into the dreary sky. Seattle has its own weird little version of weather. Take today for example. Two minutes ago it was raining. Now it beautiful. A perfect summer day that got lost in fall. Completely against his plans for the next few minutes his mindless stare-break was taken from him. It was rudely interrupted by a slightly frumpy women with long dark hair and green eyes that could burn holes in body armor. Apparently he was standing in front of a spill way for some trendy emo type store. His only thought was to curse the pretty cunt and to mention to himself that she obviously did not get the memo that he was going to spacing out in that particular doorway for the time being. No matter though. The green eyed girl was gone in a blink and did not even send an apologetic glance in his direction. He was free to continue staring. If only the moment had not already passed. He was left with his walking around the city and taking pictures of the same shit everyone before him had shot and think the same thoughts. That was a nice one. Finally a good one. Maybe I can sell this one. That one was shit. So he walked on. Back to the quest for something interesting in a city full of coffee shop clones and elitist. He walked and the day faded. It was to late when he started out on this little trip. Specially for a Friday. The city was started to bulge and the clubs and pubs and bars and street corner vendors where all serving different kinds of dinner. Aden's stomach grumbled at each different smell he passed. Both breakfast and lunch where pretty much forgotten in the chaos of his job at the shipyard. And now with the smells to temp his bowels his stomach was starting to rebel. And different search started. What greasy bit of gluttony was he going to take part in today?
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-roguemind
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