#whitbystart

[offreddies-blog]

taking a walk, more of a stroll, freddie had his headphones in and his eyes at the buildings, for some reason, they interested him - though, he had no idea why. maybe because on the outside they were beautiful but on the inside, they were empty... like he was. but he wasn't going to go there with his somewhat tragic past. of course, everyone's past is rough, his was just filled with hate and other things after what happened. digging in his pocket, he had found a stick of gum ( he was trying to quit smoking, but as it seems, it was hard so now, he's doing it again ), he spaced out, soon walking and chewing, walking and chewing. until he bumped into someone, his eyes looking at the other, trying to keep calm. "i'm sorry, my fault. i shouldn't have been spacing out," his words being as calm as usual, but seeing who it was, his smile kind of faded into a small.. frown. scowl? something full of hate. "i - um, do i know you?"

[lholubec]

A LONG early morning at the law offices he worked at resulted in lucas taking off to one of the piers that dotted the shores around whitby. the one he’d selected was his usual place to stand and collect his thoughts, or occasionally sit and have a beer. buildings were still in sight; his car was parked by the beach along with others who passed their time on the sands and rocks, among the waves. a couple of stands dotted the pier-- lucas had picked up some fish and chips from one, and leaned against the railing at the end of the pier as he ate. hearing footsteps behind him that interrupted his thoughts ( jumbled, as almost always ), and, without turning, he remarked, “can i help you? this isn’t exactly a tourist hotspot. looking for something?”

[offreddies-blog]

"--- you know, the more you talk, the more i just wanna.. slap you in the face." freddie gave a stern look at the other, a small shrug as he looked around for a moment and then looked back at the person. "do you ever hear yourself talk sometimes? s'bit irritating."