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Liam Blake's Story

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#2014-10-13 06:14:44, as written by maccotango

Ah, Saturday. Freedom at last for many individuals, yet another work day for others. At the very least, most students can look forward to the winter break coming up soon. The snow's coming down steadily, although it's not quite ready to stick just yet. Maybe a day or two more? Bursts of sunshine throughout the day, but mostly cloudy skies overlook Marrow City. The main roads are decorated with Christmas decor, and most stores have signs with the word "SALE" written clearly on them. The holidays currently have the city's denizens in a frenzy to do last minute shopping, with malls sporting crowds that can make the feint of heart queasy. Just another day, to be honest.

Although for four individuals, the day quickly takes a turn for the interesting when their phone rings.

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#2014-10-14 03:39:27, as written by toajojo

Layne sat at the low coffee table in her living room. She threw her head back and yawned. She was tired, but that was obvious. It might have been the weekend, but that hardly meant that she was not busy. Oh. How she missed her younger days. The days when all she had to do was go to school during the week, finish her homework Friday afternoon, and bam she had two completely free days to waste away during the weekend. Now, she goes to school five days a week. While her weekends are spent grading homework and developing new lesson plans.

The small woman let out a sigh and let her head fall onto her right upper arm, and she lazily let her pen fall through her fingertips. She just needed a nap. That was all. Gripping a lock of her silvery hair between her fingers, she let the strands trickle down into her face. 'I'm getting too old.' For a moment she just closed her eyes. She swears, it was just a moment. When she heard a high pitched voice rip through the air of her relatively quite house. "Miss Layney? You sleep?" the voice of Anniston probed innocently. Layne answered a pitiful, "No." That came out quite muffled by the sleeve of her sweater.

"Wake up!" An equally high-pitched, yet more boyish voice screeched. Immediately the teacher shot up. Eyes wide and alert. Heart pounding. Blame her easily frazzled nerves. She should have seen that coming. Layne sent a weak narrowed eyed look at the mischievous red-headed twins. Anniston and Bradley. She could not help but crack a smile at their carefree giggles at her own expense. At least she was not tired anymore. Despite their trouble-making ways, the both of them were very sweet children. Easy to handle most of the time. They were two of her students, but she was also babysitting them for the rest of the afternoon. Being their neighbor, she offered to watch them as their father was at a business meeting all day.

Layne organized her papers and recapped her pens. Pushing herself up off the ground, she raised her arms and stretched. "Ah~." Facing the two children, she grinned at them. "Hungry for lunch?" She asked. Chuckling at how both heads raised in unison from whatever game they were playing on her cell phone. "Yes!", "Yeah!" were exclaimed in answer at the same time.

"Okay. Okay." Layne replied in surrender. "I'll be back in a minute." She informed them as she retreated into her compact kitchen. As she prepared their small lunch of pizza rolls, and a fruit salad, she was totally unaware of what was going on in her living room.

Bradley roughly pulled his teacher's phone from his sister's grasp and began fiddling with the buttons, bored of playing Angry Birds. Anniston's smile immediately morphed into an upset frown. "Bra-ley. . ." She drawled in her best warning tone. He hardly glanced at his younger twin. Tapping a few more buttons, he put the cellphone to his ear and listened. "Ssh! We gunna play Seca-tary." He told her and she promptly did as told, curious how to play.

As Bradley listened to the rings, he recited the words they had to say for the game. "H'lo. I am a seca-tary. Please hold." He handed the phone to Anniston so she could practice. She only got to "H'lo." Before she actually heard another's voice. Being the more timid of the two, she panicked. Forgetting her only lines, she leapt off of the couch and into the kitchen. Grabbing a fistful of Layne's sweater, she yanked.

"Uh?" Layne fumbled with the fruit she was slicing in her hand and looked down at the tiny person before her. Wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, she took the phone from Anniston's chubby fingers with a questioning look. Once the phone was out of her hands, Anniston fled back to her brother. Layne was hesitant. Did they really call someone? She glanced at the screen and saw the number they dialed, not one in her contact list of course. She let out a deep sigh. Well, she could not hang up. That be rude.

"H-Hello?" She greeted hesitantly. Layne honestly hoped she was not disturbing whoever this was.

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#2014-10-15 03:38:02, as written by ibecameinsane

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feeling; tired and irritable
currently at; his apartment [x] bedroom [x]
date; december sixth

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in collaboration with toajojo

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There was nothing more profitable than light canceling curtains. Not from Liam's perspective. Whatever sunlight wanted to come through was thwarted by the thick fabric, encompassing the room in darkness. Then again, in these winter months, there wasn't much to be had to begin with. At sunrise the clouds had gathered again, bringing an earlier day, and the snow began to fall straight and steadily from a sky without wind, in a soft universal diffusion more confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part of the thickening darkness, to be the winter morning itself descending on us layer by layer. Naught could be seen except the silhouette of a body sprawled out beneath a downy comforter. He was dead to the world, oblivious to the cold outside his window and the frost gathering at the sill. Clothes were scattered about on the ground, forming a trail from the bedroom door to the bed itself. He couldn't have been bothered to toss his clothes in the hamper, not last night or any night before. Liam had once again stumbled into his home at the crack of done, intoxicated to the point of incoherence, only to disrobe and descend into the sheet. Last night's party had been one to remember-...not that the young man ever would. Weekends like this usually consisted of the same pattern: there'd be a party, he'd get a text, he'd go to said party, he'd get completely trashed, and then he would return home in his loneliness or go home with someone else. Depending on the latter, Liam would either wake up completely alone or wake up next to someone he barely knew and immediately get out of bed to make his escape. Today was one of those aforementioned mornings where he reveled in his solitude, indulging in the sleep that did not come during the night. Or at least he was. From his side came soft pitter-patter of his cell phone vibrating against the mahogany surface of his end table. To Liam it might as well have been a jackhammer with how the sound reverberated against the walls. With a put upon groan and a grievance towards all mankind, a lithe arm drew itself from beneath the blankets, landing heavily on the table's surface only to be drawn back into the depths.

Phone in hand, Liam doesn't concern himself with the number he doesn't recognize, answering it and putting it to his ear with a sour expression. His voice comes out as though he's been gargling nails but he can't bring himself to care, "This is Blake."

"H'lo. I am a seca-tary. Please hold." came the voice of a child, causing Liam's brows to furrow even tighter.

What the hell-...? "Hello? Who is this?"

It apparently falls on deaf ears because there's a different voice now, the gender of the child going unbeknownst to him; kids all sound the same at that age anyway. "H'lo." A girl, he guessed, definitely a little girl.

"Look, kid, this isn't funny." says Liam, his tone stern, "Put your parents on the phone." There's rustling on the other end as he waits, the child having obviously done as she was told. Lying on his back, Liam looked up at the ceiling, prepared to tear this parent a new one for not being able to watch their kids properly. That is, until he hears the hesitance in the woman's tone. She sounds young. he thought, Too young to have kids that old. Nevertheless, he was on a mission. His sleep had been intruded upon, dammit. "Hi." he greets, trying to be as friendly as he can. Which wasn't much, to be honest. "Are those your kids?"

The voice on the other line was deep and scratchy, but most obviously male. In the back of her mind she wondered momentarily if he had a cold. He sounded as tired as she felt not too long before. Though, she was slightly relieved that he had not immediately begun to yell at her or anything of the sort. Others had when she accidentally dialed incorrect numbers in the past. As Layne opened her mouth to deliver a quick apology, she was caught off guard by the sudden question. 'My kids?' "Oh, um, no. I-I am just babysitting them for the day. I'm a neighbor." The words tumbled out past her lips in answer.

With a yawn, he listens to the voice on the other end stammer through an explanation, running a hand over his face in a vain attempt to rouse him from his half-conscious state. "Uh huh-..." he mused, "Well do me a favor, yeah? Give them something else to play with other than your phone. I'm nursing a hangover right now, I shouldn't be up." That much is evident as he glances at the clock. He suppresses a groan upon the realization that he'd only gone to bed five hours ago.

Layne leaned forward a bit in anticipation as he asked for a favor, then realizing what she was doing, she straightened back up. Nodding her head, she remembered that he could not see her, and forced out a desperate, "Yes?" As she listened to him continue, her expression became increasingly embarrassed and sheepish. She should have expected that as well. It was a simple request. Layne was just feeling flustered that she had to have someone else tell her such an obvious thing. She blamed her earlier fatigue for the temporary lapse in judgment. "Of course." She agreed dejectedly. "I am sorry, really. . . Oh! Ah. . ." She exclaimed. Remembering something, then momentarily forgetting it. "Gatorade! It's ah. . . Good for hangovers." She finished lamely. Just wanting to do something to make up for her mishap.

Listening to her, he almost felt bad. Not for anything he said to her, mind you; he could've been a lot more cross. Poor girl just seemed a little in over her head, is all. Liam remained quiet through her rambling, quietly suffering through an intense migraine. It wasn't until she suggested Gatorade did she really catch his attention. Was she really trying to help him out? I guess she feels bad, he decides, sitting up slowly with the phone at his ear. As his brain pulsates within the confines of his skull, he can't help but think he might actually give it a try. "Uh-...thanks." he replies, rather lamely himself, "I'll take your word for it." Glancing back at his alarm clock he heaves a morose sigh. He doesn't have any of the stuff but the stores are bound to be open. "Look, I've got to go. It was...uhh...nice talking to you, I guess."

A small smile quirked at the corner of Layne's lips. She was glad to help. If just a teeny bit. The microwave released a sharp, Ping, sound behind her, and she spun on the ball of her foot to face it. The pizza rolls were done. She had almost forgotten about them. "'Course." She told him understandingly. ". . . Sorry to keep you." She apologized once more. Pulling the rolls out of the microwave and shutting the small door, she added, "Please, feel better." before hanging up completely. Putting her cell phone in her pocket, she gathered the hot pizza rolls and fruit salad. Careful not to drop them, she traveled back into the living room with the troublesome twins. 'Well. . .He was polite.'

"Please feel better." she'd said. As the line goes dead, Liam was left with that sentiment in mind. Something about the concern of a complete stranger lifted his spirits, if only a little; it was enough to get him out of bed, in any case. Before he can convince himself otherwise, he puts the number into his contacts under the name 'Babysitter', resting his phone on his bed once it's done. He wanders into the bathroom, going through his morning ritual in the middle of the afternoon as always with a goal in mind. It was enough to give him the drive he needed to shower, adorn himself in layers, and walk out the door.

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Liam Blake

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a character in “Heartlines”, originally authored by ibecameinsane, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Liam Blake's Story

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