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[lizziegettinbusy]

"Urgh, snow..."

"That just means more cancellations and less getting paid." 

[dmitri-ivanov]

Fuck! // Open

Dmitri winced as the vodka burnt down his throat, his eyes red from a toxic mixture of upset and anger. He stood, swaying in front of his son's crib, glaring at it in frustration. Kira had taken Ricky out. Where, he didn't know, he'd made a habit of not really talking to anyone, preferring to spend his weeks sleeping on the floor and staring into space. But when he dared to part his lips, it was to ask for time with his son and when he asked, he was denied, driving him furious with frustration.

"He's my son!" He slurred out loud to the silence, growling in anger as tears streaked down his face. Why would no one trust him, give him the one thing he'd put up with all that hurt and pain for? It was his right, it was the only thing keeping him alive. "FUCK ALL OF YOU!" he bellowed, throwing the bottle at the wooden crib blinding and watching as it smashed into pieces, throwing glass everywhere.

[lizziegettinbusy]

"Urgh, snow..."

"That just means more cancellations and less getting paid." 

[isla-delany]

Isla staggered down the street, bags laden with shopping weighing her down, throwing her off balance as they slipped down her hands. It was that time of the year; the time when the shops were laden with decorations and colour... And everyone seemed to fill them, moving hurriedly, pushing, yelling, snatching and generally creating an environment in which Isla felt that she was going to pass out in. But she had to get her friends their presents, plus buy in food for the apartment (and Adrik, who she was sure wasn't getting enough food), and get things for Rose.

Her heart lightened at the thought of her friend having woken up at last, but was immediately distracted by someone bumping into her, sending some of the bags to the sidewalk. "Oh, fuck..."

[isla-delany]

Winter was in full swing, it was evident. As soon as Isla had stepped out the door at midday, intending to spend some time reading in Central Park (or a cafe nearby... It really was very cold). The air bit at her skin as she strode towards her usual spot in the trees bordering the meadow, her face all that was visible from under her many layers; coat, scarf, hat. It was good to get away from the apartment and Alistair's upset form, and from job hunting. In between that and near constant visits to Rose in hospital, she hadn't had much down time. 

Reaching her spot, she opened her bag, too out and carefully lay down a waterproof blanket, settled against a tree and dredged her book out.

[isla-delany]

"GERRY!"

Isla, (locked in the store cupboard, as if a lock would stop the flames from getting to her) screamed out again, becoming steadily more terrified as the seconds passed and the sound of crackling got closer. Smoke had already been furling through the door for several minutes, making her cough and press her sleeve to her mouth and nose, her eyes stinging.