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[dirtydungarees-archive]

Another day, another dollar || Open

Finally, finally, finally, she found some work. Now that her parents were starting to pull some of their money, she needed it. She was also in need of a roommate, but that would come later.

And so she stood behind the bar, wiping down a glass to clean it off. Being around all that booze was almost saddening, as she couldn't have any of it. She had to be responsible. But at least she got discounts on the meals... So there was that.

[violettisanat]

Coffee-less Morning||Open

If there was one thing that annoyed the Finn, it was being out of anything that was remotely food related. Being out of coffee was also up there on his list, hating to be out of that the most. However, he had the day off from the bookstore and going shopping was on the top of his list.  

Anyways, there he was in the store that morning. The young man was leaning against his cart, half asleep. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going feeling his cart bump into his. He blinked once, not even glancing up at the person he had bumped into, mumbling a small sorry. 

[missmodeltobe]

[Open] Lunchtime Happenings

The camera flashed. The photographer called for a new pose. Then a new facial expression. Then a new outfit. New makeup. New hairstyle. New backdrop.

When she decided to become a model, Michelle hadn't known how demanding it would be. And this was just a session to build her portfolio! She guessed an actual job would be much more strenuous.

Then came her salvation: a break for lunch.

She hurried to change back into her own clothes--a soft, white cashmere top, skinny jeans, and a pair of black, heeled boots--and, grabbing her purse, chirped a quick goodbye to the photographer before hurrying out of the agency's building and onto the busy sidewalks of New York.

The only thought on Michelle's mind was food. She glanced at her watch; she had an hour and a half before she had to be back. She could work with that.

[matthewsinnersong]

[OPEN] A New Companion

Matthew sighed as he leaned back on his hands, fingers digging into the soft carpet of his apartment. He had been here for a few months, and yet...nothing from any record labels. Maybe he just wasn't suited for any of them? He did tend to jump around a bit when it came to his music. He just couldn't find that one genre that was his.

He sighed again. Maybe he should take a break and get some fresh air. Possibly even check out the local animal shelters and see if he took a liking to any of the cats and vice versa. In any case, some air would be good after being inside all day.

With that last thought in mind, Matthew hefted himself up from the floor and moved his laptop to the coffee table that sat beside him. The blond threw a hoodie on over his t-shirt and settled his headphones around his neck. The jack of said headphones connected to his phone, and he pressed play before sticking it in his front pocket. His wallet disappeared into another pocket, and he snatched up his keys on his way to the door.

He locked his door and took the lift down, and before he knew it he was on the bustling streets of New York City. He took a deep breath--the air was different from Canada, but at least it was fresh compared to his apartment--and he began strolling down the sidewalk, hands stuffed into the front pocket of his hoodie and lips silently mouthing along with the lyrics of the music on his phone.