out for my morning jog (open)

[SEBASTIAN ULYSSES ABERCROMBIE]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] He yawned for the third time since he opened his eyes a few minutes ago. He had yet to get out bed. Seb had no idea, why he was up so early. He absolutely despised early mornings, and if he wasn’t so committed to staying in shape he’d roll over and go back to sleep. Working out. That was the reason he was up so early. He lay in bed contemplating if it was really necessary. But he knew he had too, he couldn’t not do it. He, every day, was up at 5:30, and out running from 6 until 8:30, it seemed like the only thing he could commit too. He sighed. He really didn’t want to get out of bed, but he knew he had to. He yawned and stretched for a few minutes, before getting out of bed. He didn’t have the biggest closet in the world… actually what he had couldn’t really be classified as a closet, but he made do with it anyways He was still a little sore from the wrestling match him and his brother had the day before. His brother was damn good, he could at least admit to that. Maybe he was just getting old, he would be 30 soon. He rubbed the spot on his arm that got the most abuse. “Ass.” he smirked, and looked up to make sure his roommate hadn’t heard him. He hadn’t. He was knocked out cold snoring. Seb envied him. He wished he could go back to sleep and sleep for the rest of the day. But if he wanted to workout today, he’d have to do it now before he got sucked into the business at work.. He made his way over to his closet and threw on his typical workout clothes, of gym shorts and a wife beater. He had always been the type of person who put his pants on before his shirt. He dug through his drawer searching for his favorite pair of socks. His short, ankle, polka dotted socks. He had gotten them a few years ago as a present from his youngest sister Willow and loved them on spot. Yea he knew that it wasn’t the most masculine thing in the world for him to own, but well he loved them anyway. He put on his white sneakers, and ran a comb through his hair. He grabbed his keys, and cell phone and a pair of sunglasses and took a look in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. “Fresh, as usual,” he said to his reflection. He laughed a little at that, and left out of his bedroom door. It was nearing the end of his work out and Seb, found himself down by the park, and decided that here would be a good place to rest. Pulling a cigarette out his back pocket, he lit it and leaned against the closest tree, by the swings, letting his mind wander. Seb was trying to be a good boy. Trying and failing miserably. He didn’t like who he was becoming, or what he was doing with his life. Okay maybe that was a lie, he did enjoy some aspects of what he was doing with his life. But he didn’t like how he was doing it. ‘At least, I still got a banging body,’ he thought, but that was due to his tedious workout schedule that he never strayed from. He did it no matter the weather, and no matter what or who he did the night before. ‘Who,’ he thought. Seb laughed bitterly taking a long drag from his cigarette, and blowing it out. There seemed to be a lot of who’s recently. Not that he minded, Seb did love a good party, and sex always seemed to follow one. 636| OPEN| WEARING this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[MAGGIE GRACE LANCASTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) PLENTY ( TAGGED ) SEB ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Damn it, Maggie! the redhead said to herself as she swung a pale, freckled leg over her bicycle seat, straddling it as she tucked her bag into her basket. It had been the second time this week that she showed up for work, only to be told that she didn't work. She really needed to write down her hours instead of convincing herself that she had them memorized. Even though Maggie was twenty three years old, she lacked the organizational skills most people acquired when they were kids and it was seriously starting to become a problem. No one wants to wake up at the crack of dawn for no reason. Still mentally scolding herself, she petaled down the street. It was early morning and the traffic was still light but rush hour would be happening soon and Maggie wanted to make sure she was out of the way by then. She had this huge fear of being hit by car while she was riding. Unfortunately, Maggie was the type of person that once they woke up, they were up for the day, so she couldn't go back home to her studio and snuggle up next to Gatsby in her bed and fall back asleep. So, she decided that a nice ride through the park would be refreshing and a good use of her time. The park was empty as well, nothing but chirping birds and squirrels. It was quite peaceful, and Maggie reveled in the silence. She was not a people person and grew very anxious when in a crowd. As she rode at an easy pace down the lane she dug into her bag with one hand and pulled out the blueberry muffin she had bought at her job before she left. While most people hated breakfast food, Maggie preferred it. She took a huge bite of the muffin, more than her mouth could handle, and chewed with puffy cheeks as she let her bike glide down a hill. As she chewed, she looked at her surroundings and happened to notice and good looking man leaning against a nearby tree smoking a cigarette. If there was one thing Maggie was afraid about when it came to people, it was if those people were men. Suddenly nervous, she forgot to steer and started to swerve. Her mind also blanked when it came to using the breaks. So of course, down Maggie tumbled, muffin and all, into the pavement with a clash! The muffin rolled out of her hand and she landed splayed on her back, with the contents of her bag scattered around her.

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[SEBASTIAN ULYSSES ABERCROMBIE]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Seb slid down the tree, exhausted. He had been up since five that morning, like he was every morning for his run around the town. He closed his eyes for a bit, not falling asleep, but simply relaxing. He allowed his mind to drift back to the previous night. It had been a wild night if he remembered correctly, lots of drinking going on. Seb wasn’t the type of person who would normally go drunk at a party…okay maybe he was but normally he at least maintain some type of control. What had happened? He was still slightly hung over from the night before, and the pitter-patter of feet from the people moving through the room was totally not helping his headache. He rubbed his headache, trying to ease his pounding head, his mind still on the party last night. Something important had happen, that he wasn’t remembering, and that bothered him a little. He shrugged off that feeling and opted to not think on it for a while. He felt a pair of eyes on him. It wasn’t out the ordinary for people to be looking at him, between his job and his looks, eyes… especially that of females often found hers. Not to be vain. He quickly scanned the area surrounding him before finding the owner of said pair of eyes. A redhead on a bike with a basket. She was pretty attractive, he mused, but she resembled his sister Ansley for him to ever see her in a romantic light. Just as his eyes fell on her, the funniest thing occurred. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened. One moment she was riding her bike just fine, and the next thing he knew she was sprawled out on the ground with all her stuff spread out around her. He couldn’t help the bubble of laughter the fell from his lips. He knew that he shouldn’t be laughing, his mother had raised him better than that. But he couldn’t help it. He had never seen a tumble quite like that before. Putting out his cigarette, he pushed himself off the ground and jogged over to her. “Are you alright?” he said, traces of laughter on his lips. “That was a hell of a fall you took!” He bent down to help her pick up her stuff. He sat back on his heels, and looked around. They were pretty much the only ones in the little park, which was a little strange now that he thought about it. Sure it was a Tuesday morning, a little after 8, but still, it should have been bustling with people. He mentally shrugged off that weirdness and stood up once again, dusting himself off, before sticking out his hand to help her up, “I’m Seb by the way… and you would be?” 469| maggie| WEARING this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !