Nov 11, 2012
relinquished-pandemonium entered the bookstore
And yet again, Media got stuck working the graveyard shift. She sighs and looks down at her fingers digging into the granite counter top, tight enough to make her knuckles white. Her craving for the cancerous stick was growing stronger. Media nervously chews at her lip, her sea-green eyes endlessly flicking to the clock above the door. All she needed was a small break to satisfy her need. The small, brass, bell above the door caught her attention and she looked down at the newcomer. "Hey...."
