Post by KYLIE MARIE ADAMS on May 16, 2010 13:19:25 GMT -5
TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME
it was a rush to get to work. not only was traffic so completely awful that she knew she'd have to leave at least an hour early to get to the hotel in time, but her feet started hurting the moment she put on her heels, and she had to stop ironing her skirt half-way through just to ensure that she'd get a cab that would take her there in time. and of course, when kylie did find a cab, it took about another ten minutes just to get it back out on the road. i hate new york, she thought to herself as she rustled through her purse to get the usual fee ready to pay so that the cab wasn't waiting around for five minutes like it usually was whenever someone new to new york was in it. it had taken two years of practice, but she was finally sliding into her own daily routine of avoiding phone calls from out of state, getting her cab fee ready before even getting in the car, and learning to deal with road rage so that she wasn't swearing the whole way to work when it came to the traffic.
what she wasn't used to, though, was how she could be in that city for two years without having messed anything up. she'd been at the same job for as long as she could remember, she was holding steady pay so she was always on time paying for her apartment and other bills, and she was actually used to socializing and going out of her way to say nice things to people. all the people who came by the hotel didn't annoy her as much as they used to, and even if they did, she now saved the snarky comments and rude insults for when she was at home or with friends. after two years, she still hadn't fled home. after two years, she still hadn't talked to carden or anyone else from her hometown. after two years, she was starting to feel like new york was something similar to home, and after two years, she was finally starting to be okay with that.
so even as she stumbled into work barely on time, even as she made excuses as to why she was starting her shift later than usual, even as she tried to keep from rolling her eyes when her manager went off on her for being almost late (while in the process, making her officially late) she didn't complain. in fact, she just smiled her fake work smile and sat down with an inaudible sigh. if this was the life she'd have to live with for the rest of her life, she was ready for it. after all, not much bad had come to her since she decided to start becoming detached from life.
tagging open
words 4 7 6
lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes an open thread per character is part of my own rules too.
credits this was made by brooke !
