Mason Young

[leo-seong]

“Hey. Let me know if you need any help.” He speaks up from a half-dug grave in the yard, not really looking at who’s around. A much as he tried not too, he’s become familiar with the graves around here.

[mason--young-blog]

Graveyards aren't exactly an ideal place to take a walk through, especially when you don't know anyone who's buried in them, but Mason found them oddly comforting. He feels almost embarrassed by someone offering their help. "Oh, thanks. I’m just browsing." Did he just hear himself say browsing? Of all the responses he could have used he’s not sure why he chose that one.

[dino-guarneri-blog]

“That’s good. You sounded relieved, though. Was that meant to insult me?”

[mason--young-blog]

"No. I'd be flattered? But yeah, I'm relieved. Don't take things so personally, man.”

[samantha-everly]

“Uh-huh. Wouldn’t wanna lose, would you?” Her teeth are clenched together every moment she’s not speaking.

Focusing on keeping count is helping - or she thinks it is. “Over halfway now, you gettin’ tired?”

[mason--young-blog]

His shoulder blades wiggle as he attempts to shrug,  “My dad didn’t raise a loser. Tired? Nope. How's it going for you? Getting bored of my stubborn ass?"

[janelle--avery-blog]

“True, it’s a little bit silly of me to assume, isn’t it? What you would think or want or feel.”

[mason--young-blog]

"Depends? Maybe you're right. What’s hiding behind there? You can tell me. "

[dino-guarneri-blog]

“Would you be insulted if I was?”

[mason--young-blog]

"Insulted? Nah."

[yael-tal-blog]

Yael raised an eyebrow, her eyes wandering around the open air, working in tandem with a blurry mind. “Only seen one so far,” she noted, “not much to count there.” she looked back at the boy for a moment, “probably wouldn’t be as masculine as you might hope.”

[mason--young-blog]

"Really? I bet his buddies flew south." He gets a smile on his face, amused by her choice of words. Deciding to play it up,  "I sell vacuums for a living. How masculine do you think I am?"

[simar-gill-blog]

“83, man. Ready to give up yet?” Simar replies, smug, though his breathlessness gives away his own exhaustion. He leans back against a wall and uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “You know, the way you talked, I thought you’d be done by now.”

[mason--young-blog]

His words come out shaky, saying them with grunt as he pushes himself further. "Nope." He rolls his eyes, "It's not how fast you get there. It's about the journey. Or the goal?" Mason's pretty sure he is mixing up postcard slogans but he's too tired to come up with anything clever.

[rosiemarinos-blog]

      There’s a persistent flush set deep in her cheeks, and she’s got a hand up to her mouth, covering some of her smile. She nods with encouragement —-as far as she sees it, she can’t lose. 

      “This feels—- a little bit like objectification, but…         You’re on a roll. You’ve only got twenty left.”

[mason--young-blog]

The corner of his mouth raises, a smirk easing its way up as he catches sight of her flushed cheeks. "Don't worry about it. You're actually a great motivator."

[samantha-everly]

She’s not sure how she got wrapped into this either, especially something like this. His blood is going to start rushing from the physical activity. His heart pumping. She knows it - she can already hear it. There is a familiar ache in her teeth, but maybe it will be a good exercise for her, too. Try and… keep a lid on herself. “Uh-huh, ninety-four more to go.”

[mason--young-blog]

He wasn't tired yet, especially after only six pushups, but he wasn't over come with joy to find out that he still had many more to go. "I guess I better get going then."

[yael-tal-blog]

Yael turned her head back to the man on the ground, her eyes stitching together the challenge in place, trying to mull over the numbers she had forgotten to count. “No…” she hummed softly, her arm raising to beckon towards the trees, “I saw a bird it….it was blue.”

[mason--young-blog]

Mason looked up, “No?” He couldn't help but feel bummed that she hadn't been counting, though he wasn't taking it to heart, "Maybe we should have been counting birds instead."

[janelle--avery-blog]

“Oh no, sweetie, you don’t want to go back there.”

[mason--young-blog]

"And yet I still kind of do..."

[dino-guarneri-blog]

“To be clear, I was not checking your ass out.“

[mason--young-blog]

"That's a huge relief, honestly."

[mason--young-blog]

"I'm so going to win this." He's not sure how he got himself in this situation, proving that he can do a hundred pushups, but he knows that he can't lose. "You keeping count?"

[max-steele-blog]

“Y’know, I could’ve gone the rest of this whole fucking year without hearing how much people care about Apple’s 1v1 with Android shit. No mercy.” 

[mason--young-blog]

“There you go again. Talking in a foreign language.”

[dorianmulligan-deactivated20160]

“Fair enough. More ocean for me, I guess.” Dorian stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Dorian. And don’t worry. That was my fault as much as it was yours, I’m sure.”

[mason--young-blog]

"Yeah. I think lakes are alright. My dad used to take me fishing in a lake near our house when I was a kid. I never wanted to go swimming in it, though.  So where are you headed in such a hurry?"

[kayladee1x1s-deactivated2019011]

“That is true.” She laughed. “Yes. Up early and up late. It keeps my minds off other things. Well, what do you like to do?”

[mason--young-blog]

"I'm kind of more into the "work whenever" kind of method. I'm a salesman so my job isn't really confined to specific hours as long as I sell enough stuff. Does your mind like to run too much? I'm kind of up for whatever. I don't mind trying new things. I've already checked out bars"

[dorianmulligan-deactivated20160]

“Oh, no. Just being cheeky. And I used to live by the water, so there’s that, too.”

[mason--young-blog]

"I've always been more of a pool guy myself. I'm not sure what's lurking in the big blue, you know? I'm Mason by the way. Sorry for almost tripping you."