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Post by lincoln douglas lysaght on Oct 2, 2016 15:05:22 GMT -5
  It was definitely a hot day, yet Link till wore a thick plaid shirt that had promptly come off the second it had been appropriate. He had a vest underneath, just because he had become a little too uncomfortable when he was working if people stared over their kitchen tops, or hedges. He was a modest man, and he didn’t enjoy being ogled at just because he was warm or sweating. He was a handyman, so often he got hot, and rather than end up smelling like he didn’t know how to use the shower he was fixing next, he’d rather just lose a layer. It was convenient, not vain. Yet, bored housewives still had a habit of leering. If he could choose his jobs he would, but he had bills to pay and dreams to make a reality in the far distant future, so Link was not picky about the work he accepted. In fact, it took a lot to turn down a job. He even went back to places where people were terrible, or nagged, or blamed him for work he hadn’t even done. Hell, if it was a fair world he’d probably be bored. At least that was what he told himself as he gritted his teeth and held his tongue.
It was always evident he had come from a bad job though when he slammed the door to his truck. His truck was his baby in the city, but it took the brunt of his frustrations when he walked away from someone who had annoyed him. He’d unblocked a sink for some suburban housewife – again – and it was apparently his fault for not telling her the last time about what she should and shouldn’t be trying to wash away down there. He had found himself at a loss for words at that one. Some people looked at him and saw someone stupid without even asking him a single question. They didn’t think about what he had needed to do simply to become qualified enough to work for himself as a handyman. This lifestyle was merely something in between. One day he’d have the farm he grew up on, but his Aunt and Uncle had wanted him to go away and have a life of his own somewhere else first. He still spent his weekends there, helping out, doing the heavy lifting Abe was too weary to do now. His back was starting to go after these years of working daily out on the fields and with the animals. It was only a matter of time before it all became too much for him.
Link was done for the day. It had been his last job, fortunately, so there was nothing left for him now besides heading home. Still, he knew he couldn’t relax while he was still tense. Link had a trouble letting go of things like this once they got under his skin. It was something so tiny, so petulant, but it would niggle and gnaw at him for the evening. It would ruin his night. He found a space near Hal’s diner, choosing to indulge his sweet tooth with one of their sundaes. It might help get rid of his bad mood before he went home. He didn’t need a menu, but he took a seat at the counter, waiting patiently until one of the waitresses was free to take his order after she was finished taking a plate back through to the kitchen. Maybe it was the time of day, but he had never seen this place so quiet before. There were only three other people there besides him.
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TAGGED! Wren Sutton Bell
WORDS! 606!
OUTFIT! Farmer Boy!
LYRICS! Fool’s Gold - - - Passenger
NOTES! <3
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Post by Wren Sutton Bell on Nov 16, 2017 20:31:34 GMT -5
  Sometimes Wren thought everything was just a little too much, that she shouldn't have decided to move to the city to take on school, that she should have gone somewhere else. But New York had always called to her, especially through the holidays when they would visit Radio City Music Hall for The Rockettes. So everything she did, she knew would be completely worth it. She didn't have much longer in school and then she would be full-fledged vet, still working under Colt's watchful eye but that was because she knew she needed more experience. A few more years and she would be back home on the ranch, taking care of the horses and the dogs and the rest of the animals that were collected since she'd last been home. Taking care of them had been her dream since she'd been a small child and there was nothing that would take that dream away from her.
However, she could get more experience under Colt's tutelage if he would stop sending her out for their dinner. They could just as easily order in whenever he kept the shop opened past six, grab a pizza and garlic bread, maybe some chicken wings. But no, he was so particular; or he wanted her to get gone while that client was there. He didn't normally send her away. Actually, he usually brought her in to do the first exam, asked her what she thought and double checked it all for himself afterward to make sure she hadn't misdiagnosed or missed something else. Except when Ghast's and Bramble's owner came in with the sweet boys. She hadn't been there the first time their owner brought them in but Wren could tell her boss felt something for the woman, cared deeply about not just her dog's wellbeing but hers as well. It was sweet when she didn't know if he'd ever find himself a woman.
She would give them the time they were after while she took Colt's business credit card and picked up something to eat. She walked in, pushing her headphones off her ears and waved when her name was called out. She was a regular, there every day she had a shift at the clinic. She never ordered the same thing two visits in a row though, so she move to sit at the counter and pick up a menu to see what was piquing her interest this time. Her drink order was always the same though and she smiled when Nora set the glass in front of her. "You always know how to treat a girl." She teased, reaching for the glass. She hadn't been paying attention though and when she started to raise it, she hit the corner of the napkin dispenser, spilling her drink everywhere. Wren shot to her feet, total shock on her face. "Oh my god, I’m such a klutz." She said, reaching for the napkins to attempt a futile cleanup.
♦ ♦ ♦ Tag || lincoln douglas lysaght
Words || 493
Clothes || Awkward Assistant
Music || One Night At A Time --George Strait
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Post by lincoln douglas lysaght on Mar 5, 2019 7:46:48 GMT -5
 Growing up as a ‘farm boy’ left Link missing the life he had away from the City That Never Sleeps. He hadn’t grown up in a place where sirens wailed in the dead of night, or people frequently argued outside his windows at 4am. If they heard sirens back on the farm, everyone stopped what they were doing to find out what was wrong. It could only mean that someone was hurt or in serious trouble. Link could probably count on one hand just how often there had been a need for the emergency services to cross their driveway – and one of those times had been a mistake. He didn’t hate New York City; he wouldn’t be there if he felt that way. However, there were days when he kind of longed for the escape. He missed the quiet when cars were honking horns in crazy traffic jams. He wanted to smell anything other than petrol fumes and cheap takeaways. At the same time though, Link liked how New York didn’t stop. For starters, it kept him in business. He was never short of jobs to do, and his phone rang multiple times a day with another slew of potential clients.
He wasn’t a fancy professional in a suit. In fact, he owned one suit that had been untouched in the back of his wardrobe since his grandpa’s funeral three years earlier. Link was a plaid and work-boots guy most of the time. He downed a cold beer after work some days, and often went home to do his own little bits and pieces of fixing and mending. He worked hard though, and disliked when someone looked down on him for having dust covered jeans or grimy hands that he had washed twice already; sometimes the grease just took a little more encouragement. Link liked New York, but maybe he didn’t quite blend in with the rest of the city slickers. He was okay with that though. He hadn’t really blended in throughout his life. He was always the odd one out because he lived with his aunt and uncle and had parents who were dead. It was all Link had really known, but to the other kids in his school it was A-Grade gossip. It made him different, weird even.
Link had just given in his order for the salted caramel sundae, when he heard the commotion happening to the left of him. He saw the girl first, then the spreading pool of liquid. He grabbed his napkin dispenser and pulled a few out, catching the edge of the spilt drink before it could go further. “Careful you don’t slip.” He warned, noticing the drink dripping from the edge of the counter to the floor. He crouched down to mop some of it up, exchanging the soggy napkins for some dry ones. Link hadn’t exactly envisioned playing the role of cleaner when he came to Hal’s, but he didn’t mind. His days often involved mopping up leaks and spills anyway. “You good? Need anymore napkins?” He held up the napkin dispenser he had while he did the best he could with the floor, wiping up the counter to catch the drips.
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TAGGED! Wren Sutton Bell
WORDS! 606!
LYRICS! Shape of My Heart - - - Oceans Ate Alaska
NOTES! <3
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