#thread: distraction

[storystartsanew]

Shane had Jolene drive him to Cassie house after he pinned Tianyu to the floor. Tianyu was the latest person on the list who tried to talk to him about their grandmother's death but he was content pushing it to the back of his mind using this as a distraction. He more than anyone else had to keep a brave face and here he was doing that. He knocked on Cassie's door holding some vegetarian Mapo Tofu that was still hot from when he cooked it.

@mysteriousangels

Cassie looks up when she hears the knock on the door. Her first instinct is to put on a brave face of her own, before she realizes that it probably wouldn't matter. She takes a deep breath and wraps her comfort blanket tighter around her shoulders before getting up and answering the door. A small smile still makes its way onto her face when she sees him, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey, thanks for coming."

[actuallyryder-blog]

distraction | rydel

Much like the common customer service phrase ‘the customer is always right’, Ryder was having to currently deal with the music producing side of things - ‘the band is always obligated to their wants’. Blob Ross was a band that shockingly had a small following in New York City. They sold their small venue shows, but their egos had been stroked a couple too many times. Ryder was organizing his studio to their exact wants and needs per an email that was sent precisely 9 hours before the recording session was scheduled to begin. While he was pissed, he was okay with spending a little bit of time in his studio. Kitty Wilde helping him with the marketing side of things was putting a bright future in his mind, so his studio aspects needed to match. So, he was pushing drum kits, guitars, and keyboards out of the recording booth while he trusty sidekick, Einstein watched comfortably from his bed in the corner. He was always a fan of bringing his dog along for these late nights.

However, as soon as Rachel Berry was upset, he knew that the studio was much too quiet and most definitely needed some company. So, he invited her over. While he knew it was going to be mostly Rachel watching him move things around and talking about things he wasn’t sure he was wanting to, he was never going to pass up on the opportunity to hang out with one of his best friends. That’s what she was, right? They hung out most days of the week whenever they attended yoga classes together, and even spent time goofing off in the recording booth? He wasn’t entirely sure, but he also wasn’t questioning it. As soon as he received notice that she had arrived, Ryder pointed towards Einstein. “Stay,” he coached with a small grin before he was ruffling the top of the dog’s head. Einstein was a well-behaved dog who simply loved people. “Hey you,” Ryder said as soon as he opened the front door to his studio, locking the door after Rachel came inside. “How are you?”

[survivalspecialist]

Distraction > Advice

" you want some advice or a distraction? " (from @unbreakablevalentine)

"Neither,” he replied, perhaps a little more harshly than he’d intended, his grip around the glass tightening for a moment before he brought it to his lips and finished what little was in the glass. He flagged down the bartender for another.

Jill nearly put a hand up to stop the order but if she was going to get through to him, it wouldn’t be through denying him what he wanted. It would be through providing something more appealing than getting drunk.

She watched him take a sip from the glass as soon as it was topped up and took a seat at the bar with him, making sure he could see the way her skirt was riding up her thigh out of the corner of his eye.

Perhaps it was a little unfair to manipulate him when he just wanted to drink but even if he didn’t thank her, she was sure his liver would be for the break. She just had to tempt him enough to lure him away from the bar.

[empyreantantamount]

Feeling this at ease with himself was, well, it was kind of odd. There had been an incident a few months back and since then he’s felt a lot different, it grew after the following couple and Goku had slowly started to calm down in his daily rituals. He was still all over the place in thought but not so much all the physical activity. Had he seemed depressed to the others? Hakkai had come to him once about it, and Gojyo tried to harass him more the past week or so.

Not to mention that none of the other three exhibited signs of being chewed on (um, mostly just Gojyo) or clawed up whenever the limiter was broken was also new, right along side the malice being gone. It always frightened him from the day he started feeling what was going on during those times, knowing that intent to kill. Originally, it was that which struck him more than the sudden frequency, the conscious power that would override the effects of the diadem.

Today was the most different for as he stood there after they’d gotten jumped again, the excitement involved suddenly turned into him ignoring everything else in favour of staring the distance across at the Sanzo. He did nothing other than idle off to a side, grinning to himself and watching. Goku felt his hands move as if on their own and a sudden realisation and understanding settle, though of what he was unsure, and plucked the gold band away from his head without further consideration. And without shifting gears just shook his head to loosen hair where it had shaped between metal and body, twirled it in amusement on a finger and turned from his spot.

…So apparently what he’d decided to do was clear a path and walk over silently to Genjyo. With his hands folded behind his back and bouncing the item idly, he bent down at the waist and peeked around the blond’s own at who he’d just fired his gun at, then looked up at him through lowered lashes. “Hello, pretty.”

[nevertread-dalen]

Distraction || Mordin & Dalen

Getting out of Huerta had been no trouble at all – hell, today Dalen found it easier than ever.  So this was how it felt to be completely invisible, he guessed.  Even when he was standing right there, no one seemed to notice.  Convenient, yes, but… it didn’t feel quite right. Not right now.  It was like everyone was intentionally ignoring him, leaving him – and his racing mind – to his own devices.

  Dammit.  He needed something to do.  Any distraction, no matter what it was, sounded brilliant.  It was just a matter of finding one…

  Ducking through the wards wasn’t much trouble, either, and he’d certainly had plenty of practice with it.  He didn’t have any particular destination in mind.  He simply wandered, going whichever way his feet seemed interested in at whatever moment.  So when his feet led him to the entrance to Dr. Solus’s clinic, he was just a tad bit skeptical.  He couldn’t possibly have been thinking this all along, could he?  No, this was just stupid… what was he even doing here?  Turning up on some somewhat familiar doorstep like a stray goddamn cat.  He wasn’t that pathetic, was he?

  Oh wait, Dalen thought as the lightbulb of bitter self-deprecation went off in his head, I am exactly that pathetic.

  Well, he supposed he was already here – no sense in turning around now.  And there was at least a small possibility that the professor would have some stray work around that he could do.  Even just tidying things a bit would be a welcome distraction…

  Doing his best to swallow his nerves, he opened the door as little as he could get away with and poked his head through the opening.  “Um, P-professor Solus?” he called hesitantly, “Are… are you here?”  Shit, there was a stupid question if he ever asked one.  Of course the professor was here, it was his damn clinic in the middle of the damn day!  But still, it was already out, so… best not to make even more of a fool of himself, if he could manage it.  So he clamped his mouth shut and waited for an answer, preparing himself to casually walk away if one didn’t come.