Something Vague

Beckett Hayward "Sadly, being here is the best part of my day." twenty-one volunteer still breathing roleplayer

[juliette-calloway]

Beck was definitely one of the easiest people for Juliette to be around. For a while she had felt like she was hiding a bit from her because she never was able to tell him she had feelings for him in fear of damaging her friendship. Now that she knew that he felt the same, everything was out there. There had been no one that she was truly comfortable around other than him either. He definitely was special. More than she could ever express. “Alright, alright.” A playful roll of her eyes as she began cleaning again. “Really? I hardly see her anymore.. even at home. What is she up to?” The subject was a little touchy, but that didn’t make her any less curious. 

[beckett-hayward]

"Even at home?" He repeated, eyes slightly bewildered.  He understood that Lacey was troubled.  That alone was easy enough to see on her face and the way she handled her composure.  She kept to herself a lot, but the last time... "She was with that Logan guy.  I don't know what they were talking about but they got all quiet when they noticed me."  He explained carefully.  Beck hadn't known the entire situation between the two sisters.  Juliette never mentioned Lacey often.  There was clearly something off though.  "Jules, what do you mean you hardly see her anymore?"

[juliette-calloway]

Her lip was pressed between her teeth as she finally looked at Beck though her eyelashes after she felt his hand on her arm and heard the sound of his voice. Eyelids closed as she shook her head, “They happen far too often..” Her voice finally soft again, a little calmer now. Juliette’s feet turned so she now faced the boy, letting her head rest against his chest. A long breath…in….- her hand found his own as she took hold of it - out… “Well..” She started, looking up at him now with a hint of a smile. “If you need company that badly… I guess you can stay.” A kiss was planted onto Beck’s cheek before she stepped away from him and let go of his hand, now getting back to work. 

[beckett-hayward]

There was so much instinct that possessed him when it came to Juliette.  Especially after he told her how he felt.  He was never one for sentiment, but... A smile crept up to him with her head now pressed against his chest.  His hand raised and with a softness he had not used since his mother passed away, he brushed his hand against her hair.  The light peck had once again thrown him off, like it had the last time she did so, but he didn't mind.  She seemed at ease now, so in his very own sense of accomplishment, he felt glad.  "Alright Calloway.  Enough of that." He teased as his smile remained untouched.  "I saw your sister today, by the way."

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[beckett-hayward]

And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live Because what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is

[juliette-calloway]

”-No!" She shouted, again unintentionally, as well as cutting him off. Not realizing that she had held up her hands in front of her in a forceful gesture until she sighed and let them fall to her sides again. "No…Beck, it’s alright…" Brown curls bounced over her shoulders as she shook her head. "I have to do this myself. Or at least try.." And with that she had snatched the rag back up in her hand and dipped it into a bucket of water. "It would be nice to at least be able to clean without messing it up. Or anything for that matter.” She mumbled, not to Beck, but to herself though she figured he could probably hear her anyhow. After squeezing out the rag, she began to run it along the shelves as she walked, ignoring the sharp pain in her ankle though it was only making her more frustrated. 

[beckett-hayward]

Obvious frustration practically illuminated from the girl in the form of both her words and gestures.  Though it rattled his nerves just slightly at how stubborn she was, he could never find it in himself to return the irritation she had unintentionally thrown his way.  He watched her for a moment as she gathered the rag once more, his arms crossed securely over his chest, but only for a moment longer.  She was upset - it was that obvious, and he'd be damned if he left her alone like that.  Pressing his lips together before taking a few steps over to her, his hand reached tenderly for her dainty arm and he leaned in close enough to speak, but just lowly enough for her to hear.  "Hey - hey." He repeated twice to collect her attention.  "It's okay, Jules.  Accidents happen." A hint of a smile had shown faintly in his features as his thumb brushed against her arm.  "At least let me stick around until you finish if you're okay without my help.  I'm on break anyway, and I could use the company."

[juliette-calloway]

After blinking her eyes for a few moments to try and get the tears away, the brunette shook her head. “No… no, I think I’m fine.” Bracing both of her hands, she began to bring herself up. “I think i’ll just- ouch!” A hiss seeped through her teeth as she winced from a sudden sharp pain in her ankle. Coincidentally, the same ankle she had already sprained not too long ago. Though Juliette managed to straighten herself up anyway, leaning against one of the washing machines. “Just my luck…” Her fingers began to shakily tap against her arms as she crossed them. 

[beckett-hayward]

Making a short nod, the boy eyed Juliette with his legs bringing him to a stand.  He hesitantly took a step back to let her get up, but with her interrupted speech, he quickly drew in again almost ready to help the girl up if she needed him to.  His lips parted, releasing a silent sigh as his eyes wandered down to her ankle - the obvious source of the pain.  If he had gotten there earlier, maybe this could have been prevented but... even so, it's unrealistic for him to have known.  "Are you sure you're alright?  I can help you if you need me to.  I don't mind."

[juliette-calloway]

A familiar voice was heard along with rushing feet coming toward her. As Juliette got herself to stand with Beck’s help, tears began to sting at her eyes. Not only from the pain, but just from the hard day she’s had already as well. “I’m fine.” She snapped, though unintentionally. Using her hands to brush off the detergent from her clothes, she slapped the washcloth down on one of the washing machines. Today was just not her day. A sigh brushed through her lips as a hand went though her hair, the other resting on Beck’s shoulder. “I’m sorry..” Her voice was soft, but she didn’t want to look at him just yet. Those tears were still there. “Thank you.”  

[beckett-hayward]

Beck never felt the need to tease Juliette about the fact that she was prone to accidental injury.  It seemed as though she had frequent mishaps, or so the nurses would say.  The only thing that would come to mind was worry, and even in such events like this, he never showed it too much because he felt it would make her feel bad.  With his hand still at her back, he brushed his palm flatly against the fabric covering her skin.  "It's fine, don't even worry about it." He offered with a faint smile.  "Do you need help getting up?"

[terminally-comedic]

"Good on ya, Beck." A mock salute followed by him catching the orange bottle which had more or less become a symbol of his entire life. A bottle of medication helping him to get by one pill, injection or seizure at a time - even the afterlife was hell and the sickness that ended his short life lingered even now. Rattling the remaining pills a few times before he shifted his eyes back over to the other boy. "Name’s Zachariah, most people just call me Zac for the most part. You’re not a -, you know…" Using air bunnies otherwise known as air quotes with both hands. “Patient of this fine facility.” Mockingly sounding like he was reading off the hospital’s brochures. “Are you?”

[beckett-hayward]

"God no." He replied plainly, though part of him felt he responded far too quickly.  "I'm just a volunteer - though according to some people it may as well be the same thing.  I 'dunno." He added with a casual shrug.  "You wouldn't happen to be Jesse's Zac, would you?" His arms now folding loosely across his chest as the question simmered.  "Because I'm the Beck that happens to be god fathering your child if you are in fact that Zac."  Despite being aware of ghosts now, there was still the rush of a chill that slipped up his spine at the thought of their existence.  Jesse had mentioned what happened to him, and last he had checked, there was only one Zachariah in the hospital.

[juliette-calloway]

The usual cheery and optimistic brunette wasn’t quite feeling herself after having a rough a day as this. Juliette has always been the one to take on any job that was needed to do, because she absolutely loved to help out. She got joy out of doing good things for others. Unfortunately, a slight accident with the washing machines caused a couple nurses to scream in her face and make her clean the laundry room free of scattered detergent. Now the dainty girl was standing on a turned over laundry basket while trying to grab a washcloth way out of her reach. “Ha! I got- Whoa!!” The poor girls foot slipped, causing her to now begin falling toward the hard tile. 

[beckett-hayward]

"Well I think some of the canned food should be taken to a shelter. A lot of it gets donated and we don't really use them. There's a-" Beck's voice trailed off as the sound of a muffled crash filled the room. He had been speaking to one of the nurses up in the kitchen when it happened. His head shot in the direction of where the sound had came from and with furrowed brows he waited for just a moment before speaking again. "Did you hear that?" He asked rhetorically before coming to a stand instinctively and heading toward the noise. It didn't take him long to find the source, and when he did, he quickly rushed over. "Jules?" He blurted as his hand brought itself to her back to help her up. "Are you okay?"

[terminally-comedic]

As if drawn to the pain of others the dearly departed youth seemed to be able to sense something as simplistic as a headache rattling about in the head of what he assumed to be one of the volunteers. Materializing sitting on the banister of the staircase that led up to the house he shook a bottle of pills at the stranger and quirked a brow. “Gonna need more than some over the counter sugar pills if you’re gonna make it through.” Tossing the bottle towards the other boy as he swung his legs a bit. Tilting his head curiously as if he were trying to figure who the other was.

[beckett-hayward]

Quick eyes drew over to the voice that joined his own, but soon fell over to the bottle of pills in this stranger's hand. For a moment, Beck was convinced that he spoke his thoughts out loud, but soon returned to his senses and furrowed his brows. "What-" The toss threw him off guard, but he caught the bottle in both hands before studying the label carefully. "Was it that obvious? I guess I can't handle headaches too well. Thanks, man." He offered with a slight quirk of his lips as he began to unscrew the lid. The encounter was a bit strange to him, to say the least. He poured out two and casually tucked them in his pocket, unsure of whether or not to trust this person. After all, they had just met. Returning the lid back, he tried one more smile and tossed them back. "I'm Beck by the way."

[beckett-hayward]

The boy had been plagued with a headache the size of Mt. Everest all day and couldn't help but think the Advil he took earlier would kick in by now. Beck winced to himself as he set down empty cardboard boxes beside the recycling bin outside.  Usually he was able to keep himself composed but the day had not been kind to him.  Before heading back inside, he reached for his cigarette carton and removed one to place it between his lips.  Searching around in his pockets in a confused daze, he began to recall not bringing his lighter.  "Great." He muttered with a sigh.

[juliette-calloway]

"Really?" A brighter smile grew onto her features, a childlike one. Her eyes were brought back to the stack of books, checking over them again and tracing her fingers back over the ones that she noticed were out of place. She really enjoyed that he thought about her when he brought in the ones he enjoyed. "What are they about?"

[beckett-hayward]

Just as she brought her gaze back to the books, he had done the same.  His brows raised as he contemplated going into depth, but relaxed as a smile had taken over.  "I have this thing that I do where I don't read the summary of a book.  I think that's what stops a lot of people from actually reading them, and sometimes they miss out on something great." He shrugged casually before bringing his eyes back upon the girl.  "I will however tell you the titles.  That should be enough, right?" He chuckled.  "Go Ask Alice, Breaking Point, and Sophie's World."

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[juliette-calloway]

The girl turned at the familiar voice, her face lighting up at the sight. “Oh my gosh, Beck! I can’t believe you found them all…” She walked over to the stack, tracing her fingers along the spines of the book before looking back up at him and giving him a swift kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so much. 

[beckett-hayward]

Beck smiled, a bit taken by surprise from the kiss on the cheek but nevertheless, it brought a sense of joy to him.  It was only a few days ago that he told Juliette how he felt and now things managed to take a turn for the best.  "Ah, well it's really not a big deal.  I even threw in one or two of my favorites."

[beckett-hayward]

"Hey," The boy spoke as he stepped into the room with an armful of books.  "I managed to find all the titles you asked for.  I hope these satisfy your cravings for a good read." Chuckling, he set them aside before casually brushing his hands off.

[abbyinthedark]

Almost as if on queue, she popped her head from behind the brick wall, her mess of ginger locks being the first thing you saw. “Today is your lucky day,” she said with a grin, pulling out her newly acquired lighter from her pocket. “A nurse made me take it off a patient. Apparently, they’re not allowed to have these, who would have guessed.” She said with a hint of sarcasm, before propping herself against the rough surface of the wall, adjusting herself slightly for better comfort. “No offense, but I never pinned you to be the smoking type. Kind of figured you were all about saving the world one neglected patient at a time.”

[beckett-hayward]

As a flash of flame-headed hair came into view, he found himself with a smile.  Despite having met Abby only once before, her company was a nice change aside from what everyone else seemed to offer lately.  "Definitely not me." He replied with humor lining his words while he reached for the lighter and allowed it to sit in the grip of his hand as he placed the cigarette between his lips with the other.  Habitually, he continued on to light it, blocking the faint draft as he did so and finally, he returned his gaze to Abby.  "Oh, none taken." He chuckled a bit, shaking his head.  "And I am, I guess.  This is just a little habit I picked up a few years ago.  Not exactly my proudest trait, but-" He shrugged casually before taking a drag and blowing out the smoke away from the girl for the sake of his manners.

[beckett-hayward]

"Right then," Beck mumbled to himself as he finished up yet another laborious task, dusting off his hands in habit.  Casually, he leaned against the brick wall, obviously aware of the fact that there had been someone else nearby, but didn't mind too much as he fished out a cigarette from the carton in his pocket and waved with his free-hand.  "Do you by any chance have a light?"

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