` it's the season for instability ,.

[ryker jay williams]

Boredom could be a dangerous thing, as Ryker Williams knew all too well. When you allowed boredom to surface for a prolonged amount of time, it typically would evolve into an even heavier emotion of listlessness. After the entire blowout with Brienna that morning, he’d basically done nothing at all. And when I say nothing, I mean nothing. He’d laid on his bed for the better part of four hours, tossing his cell phone up and down and almost urging it to ring. Which, it didn’t. By three oh clock that afternoon, Ryker's mother had stopped by, rousing him from his subdued state of laziness. “Ryker, darling, you’re home?” Called his mother, and he pushed himself off his bed, flipping off the television that had CNN playing repeatedly across the screen, all sorts of bad news scrolling across the bottom screen. “Yeah.” He retorted without an ounce of emotion, rummaging in his desk drawer for his pack of cigarettes.

Tones elevated, he could hear his mother coming down the hallway, her heels click clacking against the wood flooring in a monotone deliverance. Extracting a cigarette from the pack, he perched himself on the same windowsill he typically sat on while he was smoking, striking the tip of his lighter with annoyance as it refused to comply. Finally, though, the end of the cigarette took and ignited in a lowly flame as he shoved the lighter back inside the desk drawer with the cigarette pack. Inhaling, he glanced down through the fug covered window, nearly missing it when his mother called back down the hallway with, “Good God, this place is a mess.” Not moving from his place, one foot propped up on the windowsill with him, he glanced towards his cracked bedroom door in time to see Mrs. Williams pass through.

Making her way across the room, Ryker tried to decide if she was irritated with him, or just being herself. “Your father and I are taking an early vacation with the Goldsteins,” she informed him, hesitantly plucking an article of clothing off of his desk chair and tossing it aside into a nearby hamper. It was obvious that she was distressed by the state of his room, her expression growing more uncomfortably tighter with each passing second. Ryker calmly inhaled, blowing a line of smoke upwards towards the ceiling and resting his head against the pane of the wood behind him. “And this matters to me because?” He didn’t turn as he asked his question. Blue gaze shifting about the room, Mrs. Williams wrung her hands, finally fixing her gaze on Ryker in an attempt to keep her mind off of the mess surrounding her.

“Since we'll be out of town for a week, your father and I would appreciate it if you could check up on your sister now and then. Maybe spend a night at the house with her so she doesn't get lonely..” Ryker resisted the urge to sigh exasperatedly and tell his mother that his seventeen year old sister no longer needed to be babysat, nor would she enjoy being in the company of her older brother, but instead settled for silence as he picked at a rough patch of wood around the corner bead. “Well, I have to get to the airport. I'll see you next weekend, sweetheart.” It seemed like hours had gone by since he’d heard the front door click shut, and then, he finally forced himself out of the over-sized apartment to work on his latest writing down at a familiar coffee shop.

For as long as he had been coming to the Starbucks down on main street, Ryker was near convinced that the workers and waiters there knew him better than his own family did. Or, at the very least, that’s what he liked to think. Letting a sigh escape him, he raised a steaming cup of black coffee to his lips, downing a small portion before he proceeded to place it back on the end table beside him. The dim afternoon sunlight was ever dwindling, the traffic never ceasing and the thick smell of espresso wafted around him and through the doorway as it chimed with every person that entered or left the building. Gaze shifting back down to the screen of the MacBook resting on his lap, his fingertips grazed the keys as he waited for the right words to come. Unfortunately, his muse seemed to be somewhat lacking these days.


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STATUS . complete
TAGGED . harlan price
WORD COUNT . 739
LYRICS . the pink spiders
NOTES . i'm so exciteddd.

[harlan gisele price]

Time was dragging as if it were tied to anchor much too heavy for it to pull. The sun seemed to navigate more slowly about the earth on it’s twenty-four hour journey and even the air was still with no breeze to bring it to life. Perhaps this was the theme for the day because so far everything for a certain blonde seemed to take an eternity. Harlan Price had spent much of her day doing things she would rather not being doing. Her day had started early in the fluorescent lighting and sterile air of a doctor’s office. She had grown tired of the mandatory appointments over the past few weeks, but this one had been her last - and for a very bittersweet reason. All in all Harlan’s physician, Dr. Wilkins, had told her exactly what she thought he was going to tell her. So it came as no surprise when he said she was perfectly healthy and that things like ‘this’ happen more often than she thinks. Yeah, sure they happened to other people, but it wasn’t supposed to happen to her. It may have been for the better though - that it hadn’t happened. By the time she had finally exited the pristine office two and half hours had passed. Had it really taken that long to run some standards tests and take a look at all her vitals? Apparently so. Harlan’s lungs swelled as she inhaled deeply once she was exposed to the bright glare of the sun. The used oxygen came out in a heavy sigh as one hand ran casually through her rich blonde hair. As much as she was tempted to simply go back to her apartment she knew it wasn’t an option. There was still entirely too much left to do.

The building zipped by the windows of her car as she directed the automobile off various roads before arriving at her work. The life of a fashion assistant never seemed to end, but today it was a simple faculty meeting. Well, the email had stated it’d be short and quick, but this was quite the opposite. For four hours the slim blonde was tucked up neatly in a robust leather chair that bordered a massive mahogany table. The lights were dim and a screen had descended from the ceiling when director of the establishment gave the run-down of the company’s recent investments and upcoming shows. Plus there was the usual data collection and employee reporting. All of which seemed to take entirely too long. During a majority of the gathering Harlan had scribbled notes onto the pad of paper she had before her, making sure that they all correlated and made sense to the main topics of the presentation. Her green eyes had wandered about the table as she drank in each of her co-workers expressions. Some seemed overly enthused with the ideas being presented and others looked as if they had just rolled out of bed. As the meeting began to wind to a close people began socializing amongst one another, but Harlan made it clear that she was ready to leave. She had stood without speaking to anybody and exited the room - leaving the notes on her boss’ table. There was no need to stick around and converse with people she didn’t even feel like seeing on a Saturday she was supposed to have off. Although, she couldn’t complain about her job. They had been extremely understand the past six months with everything that had gone on in her life and granted her days off from work to help cope. She had never used them though, she figured the best way to help herself was to keep doing what she had always done. And the theory had worked wonders - she was, for the most part, back to who she used to be.

By the time the girl found herself able to go home she was seriously lacking energy and her entire body felt drained. She mused over her fatigue for some brief moments before she recalled that hadn’t had anything to eat that day. She had plenty of food back in apartment so there was no need to order out, but she needed something to keep her going. Perhaps it was routine or something of the sort, but without truly notifying her conscious self Harlan had pulled into the Starbucks that was only a few blocks from her house. Caffeine would do the trick on getting her energy levels up long enough for her to get home and make herself something to eat. She pushed open the heavy door to her car and slid back into the warm Miami sun. Her eyes were held to the ground as she paced to the door, swinging it open and entering the much darker building. As a reflex she removed her sunglasses from her face and stuck them into a snug spot into her purse. The line was long, as always. She sighed again as she scanned the list of drinks to help time pass as she waited. As she approached the front of the line she gave the clerk and warm smile before reciting her order. It was always the same - a java chip frappuccino.

Harlan walked to the side of the counter as her order was made, her attention wandering about the room. There was a decent amount of people dotted through the seating area. A lot of them had their laptops out and headphones in. A typical scene that she had scene hundreds of times. She rested one hand on the counter as her emerald eyes ran over the faces of the individuals before they stopped dead in the tracks. Harlan swore she felt her heart stop beating and drop into the pit of her stomach. Her lungs fell short of breath and her body jerked to face the opposite way. There was no possible way she had just seen who she thought she had. It must just be somebody who looked like him, some crazy coincidence that happened from time to time. Her attention was brought back to be in front of her as the clerk handed her the drink. ”Here you are, miss.” Harlan heard her speak, her eyebrows lifting and a friendly smile playing across her lips. ”Thanks so much.” she replied, her sudden surprise now gone as she convinced herself it was nothing. After sticking the straw into the drink she immediately brought it to her lips and let the cold rush of java spill over her taste buds. Shifting her weight she walked to a nearby table just seconds after her phone buzzed against her side. Harlan placed the bag atop the table and began digging through the contents until she retrieved her phone, clicking the correct buttons that lead her the messaged awaiting her. Just something from her friend Ameliah confirming that plans to go out to some clubs that night. She smiled and laughed softly to herself - there was no way she was passing that up. She busied herself with replying to the text, but from her peripheral vision she couldn’t help to take a quick glance as the man who looked so much like him - so much like Ryker.
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WORD COUNT; 1,214
STATUS; complete.
LYRICS; cinematic sunrise.
NOTES; so exciting. :]