( the rest is still unwritten )

Do you ever have those days...

I’m glad you understand, then.

Just thought I saw someone I knew. Turned out I was mistaken, but that feeling always haunts you.

#/don't worry!#chat: casey paige and rose monroe #roleplay: redandblackrp #/seriously don't worry #/just really love writing with you and promise to get to our para soon!

I'm trying to, Miss Rose. The least I can do. Could I ask -- Did you want to see them?

Another Night | Chat

They make stockings so delicate for something meant to protect one from the elements. Right, let’s. Ahm, would you believe I’m just wandering? A little out of work this week, out of sorts. Had to do something with myself, and it’s a bit of a route back. Now, how can your friend not remember where you are?

#/not if you have someone to hold your hand! u w u #chat #chat: casey paige and maria garrett #roleplay: redandblackrp

At this hour? I got to admit you have a lot more guts than me. I try to get back home soon as possible. And... Oh my friend is busy a lot these days. Trying to find work but-- You know how Hollywood is. More interested in spitting people out than letting people in.

Not bitter or anything, honest!

Another Night | Chat

I understand the pain. Just hope that floor doesn’t bite back, though. Huhm, yep. Guess we can’t rightly be complete strangers, but I still can’t say much more than your name and your pain level. Good enough, I guess.

#/the internet bandaids are at the ready!#chat #chat: casey paige and maria garrett #roleplay: redandblackrp

I think the stockings will protect me until my ride gets here, you know? (If my friend remembers where I am at least.) How about we get to know each other a bit more then? Like-- What are you doing here at this hour? Getting back from work too?

Do you ever have those days...

Where it seems as though you can’t get certain memories out of your head?

#hello there may i slide in #chat #roleplay: redandblackrp

A lot of times... Yeah. Usually when something reminds me of it and I can't...

Miss Rose. What-- What reminded you?

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Another Night | Chat

Thank you

Are you allright ???

#chat #chat: casey paige and evelyn piper #roleplay: redandblackrp

Yes! No! I mean-- Um. It's just, you know, you... Your eyes. They're very blue is all.

Where is that lighter oh God save me. Here it is!

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Another Night | Chat

Excuse me , you wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette lighter would you?

#/don't mind me just taking forever to find the appropriate gif reaction for this #chat: casey paige and evelyn piper #chat #roleplay: redandblackrp

Sure. Just gotta let you know, my lighter is less useful as my watch at times which says somet--

...Thing... H-Hi! Ohmygoshhihellotherewaitohyes.Givemeasecondplease.

Another Night | Chat

It is weird, sure, but you do deserve it. Go for it. And it would be just as weird to look down at your feet instead of hold a conversation to your face anyhow, right? You should do it.

…And I am still a stranger to you. Maria. Hello.

#/we can do it! o /#chat: casey paige and maria garrett #chat #roleplay: redandblackrp

That's a pretty good point! Thanks, Maria. My feet are forever in your debt for the evening of freedom. I'm Casey! Casey Paige. I guess this means we're not strangers anymore, right?

Another Night | Chat

Hmm… Oh, for it to be a not-typical night, just one other thing has to be different? At least, is there something you can think to do about the feet?

#chat #chat: casey paige and maria garrett #/do not worry we can figure this out together #/:D #roleplay: redandblackrp

Yeah! I kind of realized that my life has been so set lately. I dunno if that's good or not. ... I could always take off the heels. I mean people will find it weird but the hours I've been in these. They deserve a break.

Choices choices.

Another Night | Chat | OPEN

Work's done and everyone's left. Waiting for a ride home from my friend. Trying to ignore the agony of the feet. Typical night, I like to think.

#rbchat #rbopen #casey paige #convo

Ready to Go || Thomas & Casey

Oh, so Casey thought he worked a normal job with 9 to 5 hours and then would go home to his wife and kids in the suburbs. Most times, Thomas would laugh at people when they assumed that, but Casey seemed nervous and stressed out, and she wasn’t bad looking either and Thomas was in a good mood from his coffee.

"Look, I don’t exactly work normal hours." It always sounded worse when said out loud, like he was some sort of bum or something who couldn’t be bothered to do a hard day’s labor.

Quickly, he backtracked as best he could. “I mean, I can stop by whenever works best for you.” He frowned. Her boss, well, he sounded like bad news alright, and Thomas hated people who were bad news. “And I can probably take care of your boss as well.”

#para: casey paige and thomas winters #topic: ready to go #para #roleplay: redandblackrp #we can be slow together then because wow #this was supposed to be yesterday but #the internet aw yeah

Casey can't help but giggle when he offers to take care of her boss. It sounded something like from her manuscripts and notes, a casual conversation of a client and a hitmen except she can't imagine someone like him being that heartless. Not after showing how cool he was in her opinion.

That offer of his? She thought it was awful sweet of him to do, and after agreeing to pay for her coffee too and all, but her boss was all bark and no bite. Which was a thing she was more than happy to tell him. "I'm sure I can live with his nagging and threatening a little bit longer! Long as he keeps it to only words and not actions if I dare decide try to breathe during work, I think I can tune out the guy until I find something else."

For work. She means work. Which wasn't happening anytime soon. Her work as a writer was nice, ghost or not, but between rewriting and pitching and editing and making sure no one knew about any of this inbetween -- She's going to be stuck in the uniform for a little bit longer. Long as she had something to send back to her family, she's (almost) content with her work despite some downsides. There are silver linings in life. Like getting to meet this fella here, she tells herself.

"So then maybe... Around the evening? Say six or seven if you don't mind swinging by at the joint at that hour?"

Flashback Para | Fancy Meeting You (Casey and Rose)

Rose watched the girl carefully. If she was one of the students who had skipped the class, Rose wanted to know why. There could be any number of reasons, really, from simply getting the times wrong, to being hesitant to be taught at a place where the communist party also met. But Rose was also worried that this girl had possible been hurt by someone. That was always a possibility, seeing so many of Rose’s girls were women who had been abused in some way or another. Maybe this poor girl had to sneak away from some cruel husband, was trying to find her own means in life, in order to live without him. Or maybe the girl’s mother believed in women only being wives, not earning their own way, so the girl had to sneak out and had missed the class. Of course, stories like that weren’t easily won, so Rose would have to guess on her own, until the girl was ready to open up to her. But judging by the way she seemed quite hurried and under-prepared, Rose figured that she might just be late. She certainly looked like she was in an alright living situation. She didn’t have the same look girls did, when they had been hurt by someone they trusted.

As the girl looked down at her watch, Rose decided that she had simply gotten the time wrong. She might be one of those girls who lived at their pace, their head in the clouds, never quite on time. Rose wasn’t sure if she wanted a girl like that in her class, but she had never turned down someone who was interested before. Besides, the girl still seemed enthusiastic enough, offering her empty notebooks up to Rose to inspect. Rose wondered if the girl even knew that the class was for practical skills, and didn’t really require note-taking. But the girl seemed so cheerful, and having someone who actually wanted to learn, even if they might be late, was enough to make Rose happy.

Rose gave the girl a small smile. “Well, the class is over for tonight, and I was just going to head home. But I can stay for a little longer, and go over what I did in the first class. It wasn’t that much, anyways, and we can make sure you’re signed up.” She said. She was a pushover, she knew it, but Rose just wanted to make sure she did all she could to help each young person she met. “Uh, do you know what class you wanted to sign up for?” She asked, curious if the girl even knew. “Oh, and you may call me Miss Rose. I prefer people not to call me by my nickname, until I know them better.” She said, referring to that name, Momma Hen, that had been starting to circulate. She thought it was rather embarrassing, but she liked it when Thomas called her by it, and people had followed the trend, of course. People loved to follow Thomas.

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Upon hearing the news that the class was over, Casey's face turned into a shade of brighter red and it took all her will power to not groan and hide her face behind her hair and notebooks. This stupid watch of hers will be the death of her one day, she swears. It was difficult to ignore the feeling of disappointment and self-loathing she felt for herself, trying hard to shake it off but it was hard because she missed this chance of hers to learn more and--

Wait wait wait. Did she really say she was willing to stay a bit longer? Really? It took her all of the will power that she had to resist the need of pinching her arm. Needing to assure herself that this is real because wow. She looked so grateful to Ro-- Miss Rose for the generous offer. Living in this place for some time, she's still trying to adjust any kindness or niceness being offered to her without strings attached to it.

"O-Of course, Miss Rose! I'll be more than happy to call you that for now. It seems only fair since you're being so nice to me." There was. "And, um, kind of. I'm not part-part of this class, truth be told, but I heard from a friend's friend of mine that this was happening because we were talking and all and I always wanted to know about this kind of thing more from what I just read or heard and yeah... Hang on. I have it written down here somewhere. Along with the time and place too--"

Okay, Casey, stop babbling so much and just show the note. After juggling her books and her dignity back into the bag, she goes through it and shuffles through said books, said dignity and a sea of notes and papers (with a page or two of some sort of script falling out in the process) to find the note. There are small mercies the world is willing to grant her, however, and she finds the note in a few seconds. She pulls it out and reads the information aloud, corresponding with the class she had missed thanks to the clunk of a watch. "If you're still willing to go over what you know, even for a little bit!, I would really love to learn."

Ready to Go || Thomas & Casey

Thomas flushed some at her offer to pay him back. Maybe it was from spending too much time with Rose and her girls, the factory workers and unemployed and former prostitutes, but he had no idea what Casey meant by pay him back. Anyway, Thomas wasn’t the sort to beg, or to ask for favors. That was more up Robert’s alley, even if Robert was too much of an ass to admit anything of the sort. This what the right thing to do, Thomas told himself, and he had done it happily.

He finished his coffee too quickly and debated ordering a second one. But no, he couldn’t throw his money around like that, especially after paying for the girl’s drink. A pastry or some eggs would be nice too, but Thomas could go without; he had been hungry before and one of the dock worker’s wives was making him stew, a thank you gift for getting her husband pay while he was in the hospital with a nasty cough.

"You ought to drink up before that goes cold." He nodded at Casey’s untouched coffee. "Or else I will."

#para #para: casey paige and thomas winters #topic: ready to go #roleplay: redandblackrp #/i'm so sorry this took so long to get back to!

The pointing out of her coffee getting cold helped her miss the fact that he hadn't respond to her offer. Later on, when she left for work, she would notice it, but that would be later and this is now. Her eyes widen and then darts to where it is, only a few wisps coming out of now. She had almost forgotten about it despite how it was the whole reason why she was talking to Thomas here.

"Oh. Right! Thanks for reminding me about that."

Grateful that this was resolved, Casey finally took her cup of joe and sipped it, taking slow measured sips to enjoy the strong taste. Sighing as the rush of caffeine kicked in after a few more sips. This will definitely help her get through the day.

"So in the afternoon? Say around... Whenever your break is at your work. I should be able to slip out for a few minutes or so." Her eyes briefly look away, feeling a little ashamed that she needs to add, "Maybe we can go somewhere a bit private to do this thing, you know? My boss can be a bit of a drag if he doesn't see me working every second there. Last thing I need is another threat on losing my darn job from the guy."

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Flashback Para | Fancy Meeting You (Casey and Rose)

Rose had just finished a class, and was feeling rather upset. Only a fraction of the girls who had originally signed up had actually attended. Usually Rose wasn’t discouraged by the low attendance. Being housed in a shady looking warehouse certainly didn’t attract the girls, and the obvious connection to the party didn’t help either. While Rose didn’t consider herself a radical in any sense, she knew that her association with Thomas and the way she worked closely with the party made her look like she was one of them. It was enough to scare girls off, and Rose could hardly blame them. Not when she was scared enough of the police pounding on her door in the middle of the night, ready to drag her off to some dank interrogation room, and question her about her association with the party. How could Rose expect the girls who signed up for her classes, usually girls who had been hurt in the past, to trust her enough to protect them? When she was’t sure she could protect herself?

At least the girls who had shown up seemed genuinely interested in the class. Rose was teaching girls practical skills, that would help to land them jobs as secretaries and office assistants. Jobs that would be more stable than trying to get an acting career as so many young girls tried, in this city. At least the girls that Rose was helping would be able to type and read and produce work they could be proud of. Even if the jobs weren’t glamorous, the girls would be able to support themselves. And, of course, Rose was offering the class for free. The girls who signed up were usually the ones who had been taken advantage of, either by casting directors, or landlords, or someone similar, and had no place to live, no way to buy food, and no parents to call, to wire them money. At least this way the girls were able to stay someplace warm for a few hours, and they were welcome to the leftover refreshments that were provided for the meetings the party had. Rose made sure to save enough for her girls, scared that a couple might die of starvation, with their skinny little fingers, flying over the keyboards that Rose had, for practice.

It was also incredibly rewarding for Rose, to watch the girls grow from scared, cast-off extras, to confident young women, with ambitions and dreams again. Even if their dreams of making it big and becoming stars hadn’t worked out, Rose helped them to survive, and that was enough for her. And, though she wouldn’t say it out loud, any girl she could steer from the path of Hollywood and the hotbed of destruction it created, was a victory for her.

This was the first meeting of a new group, a small four, and Rose looked forward to getting to know each one of them as the course went on. It was only one of several classes Rose taught in the time she had, when she wasn’t working for the advancement of labor rights. She also taught young people, especially people of color, who had grown up working in fields like her, how to read and write, taught people how to sew and mend their own clothing, which was a surprisingly popular class with young men, who had no mothers or wives to repair their jackets, and taught a class on how to cook. She just wanted to do all she could, to help the young people and labor workers in her city to survive better. She wanted to do her best to help, and teaching the classes gave her an opportunity to meet young people who she could befriend, and protect. They gave her insights into different incidents happening around the city, kept her up-to-date on what was happening. Some of them even helped her, once they had settled themselves. One student of hers donated regularly to the classes, providing the money Rose needed to buy new supplies, and extra food. That man had started out working grunt work in the factories, and was now the owner of a small business, that prided itself on it’s fair conditions and equal pay. Rose still met with him regularly, to catch up on his life, and tell her about her current students.

It was a good job, even if it didn’t pay, and Rose had almost no time to herself. And she was always around for the meetings, to hear Thomas speak, which was one of her favorite things. She always thought he was quite eloquent, and she enjoyed his speeches. However, today Thomas wasn’t around, so Rose didn’t mean to stay long at the meeting that was happening after her class. Her low spirits and exhaustion had convinced her that she needed to go home, maybe get some work done for the meeting she had tomorrow. Maybe even get to sleep on time, for the first time in months. Rose was just on her way towards the door, wondering if she could sneak out before the regulars saw her, when she bumped into a young woman, who immediately began to apologize profusely.

"I’m sorry miss!" Rose said, interrupting her. "It’s really my fault. I was the one who was rushing out the door." She looked down at the young lady, dressed in quite plain clothes, looking a little out of place. "Were you supposed to be at the class that started two hours ago?" She asked, wondering if this was one of the girls who had been absent.