nikitajyotipalmer

[nikitajyotipalmer]

I don't like your Peaches! They are full of stones! I like Bananas! Because they have no bones! :3

[nikitajyotipalmer]

This is gonna be a freewrite (Yes I made up a word) so nothing about this reflects my actual full process. Just what comes out when I let my mind run.

**Nightcreepers**

It was about seven-pm. I sat outside the bar with a cola and small plate in hand, as I always did, telling myself tomorrow would be different. That I wouldn't have to go back into that heaven-forsaken bar in the morning. That I would find another job. I was lying to myself of course. I always was. Constantly. Deep down I knew I would be back at 6am. But as my dad always said; I was a hopeless kid with too many dreams.

I sighed, "Why is there no work in this hellbound town?". It was true. There were never any new positions. And never any new houses either. Which seriously sucked because I had less then 3,000 dollars to my name. And since my house was old, and rundown, and had seen far too many hurricanes. But what can you do, ya' know? Yeah, I was really down in the dumps, no, the pits of hell that night. I should have gone back into the bar for a drink or something. But instead I made a really stupid decision; I stood up, threw away my cola and plate, and I walked into the highway. Dumb right? I know. If only I knew what would happen next...

"It's not worth it... It never was.. Why do I even try?" she whispers, as she stares at her latest check: $2,000. The highbeams of the approaching cars are blinding. The rumbling seems to shake her very soul. "Okay... Okay.. Okay...", she repeats, feeling as if she's going into a trace. But it soothes her. She feels herself start to fade. What an awful time to dissociate. But she does it anyway. The rumbles get louder, as if that were possible. But these metal monsters do not care about what's possible. They only lunge forward into the darkness. She sits down, not wanting the pitiful, naïve creatures inside them to interfere with her plans for the monsters. The rumbling turns into roaring. The glowing eyes of the monsters are hurting her own eyes now. She smiles as tears roll down her cheeks in a mix of sadness and relief. She breathes out and closes her eyes. A twisted sense of peace filling her heart as she awaits her fate. Suddenly an hand is on her shoulder and she is yanked away from her dreams. She yelps as she feels herself lifted into the air. Then her butt hits the sidewalk with a hard thud.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!", a voiced screamed. She groaned and muttered curses under her breath. The voice was a male, commanding and scolding. It reminded her of her father which pissed her off almost as much as the fact that this man had ruined her plans. So she refused to speak to him and simply stared at the traffic. "Hey... Are you okay?", he asked in a softer tone. To no response of course as she was furious with him. He sighs, "Look... I'm sorry for yelling at you. It just... It really upset me to see you do that. I don't understand...", he sighed again. This was clearly going to be a habit. "Just... Are you okay? Do you need anything?", his voice was gentle, almost soothing, but something about it scared her. However she was a sucker for a sweet sounding boy's pleas. She caved and hissed a soft response, "Yes. I'm fine.", obviously she didn't mean it. She just wanted him to stop talking. "I seriously don't believe that for a second. But alright.", he mumbles. She still refuses to look up at him, which only feeds his concern.

After a moment of silence, which she wishes had lasted, he speaks up again. "I'm Caspian.". She finally looks up at him. He's young, maybe early twenties, fit, tall, bright yet soft skinned with piercing brown eyes, and a worried expression. He's wearing brown cargo pants, a band t-shirt, and a jacket with a mix of leather and flannel. In any other situation she would have found him seriously tempting. For a moment she imagines if their meeting had been in the bar rather then well.... like this. But she shoves the thoughts away. "I'm... Nasrin.", she huffed. "Nasrin? I've never heard that name before. It's really pretty. Reminds me of something sweet. Like raspberries.", he chatted sweetly, inviting himself to sit on the sidewalk next to her as she stared into the traffic. Nasrin silently cursing him as he did so.

"So... Can I... ask why?", Caspian asked. No response. But he was getting used to that. He waits a few more moments before speaking up again. "Nasrin. I'm not going away. Either I make sure you get home safe or we sit here all night. But you can't get rid of me", he scolded. It was clear to her by his tone that there was no chance of arguing her way out of this. Or getting away by any other means. So she cursed herself silently as she caved again, "Why not really? Everyone in this town wants to. Most are just too scared to say it or try it.", she grumbled. Caspian looked down. "You're right. You're right.". He sighs, she knew he would. "But", he continued, she groaned internally, "Everyone has their own final trigger. Everyone has their own reasons. The only thing we all share is the fact that this town sucks. So tell me, Nasrin. Why? What happened? I swear I won't judge or whatever.", he soothes. Despite herself she feels the need to tell him. And she hates herself for it, but complies with the feeling.

She sucks her teeth, "The usual young adult struggles I guess. Bad house. Useless job. Unsupportive parents. Whatever", she admitted. He simply held her gaze for a moment. His eyes calm and empathetic. "Can you tell me more, Nasrin?", he finally asked. She glared at him for a moment but her gaze softened involuntarily and before she knew it she was telling him everything. To her surprise he listened and gently engaged in her unwilling vent.

Finally she stopped and stared at the traffic again. He waited a moment then spoke in a kind but sad voice, "Well... I can't fix everything for you... But I can try. And I could be a shoulder to cry on or a friend to vent to, if that's what you want.". She looked up at him, struggling to hold back her tears, "I just need to fix my stupid life.".

"I meant it literally when I said 'shoulder to cry on', Nasrin.", he whispers. She stares into the traffic, not wanting to admit her weakness. He frowns and sighs. Of course he sighs. "Well, Nasrin. I have... One more offer for you. It's not a good one though.", he began. "Then why on RDJ's soul are you offering?", she retorts. "What? 'RDJ's soul'? Oh my god!", he chuckled.

"But anyway. I'm offering a job, Nasrin. It might suck slightly less then working at the bar. But I can promise it pays better. Which shouldn't be hard since the bar pays you...", he pulls out her check. Disturbing to her since she last had it in her hand. "$2,000 a month!?", he exclaims, utterly disgusted, "That's absolutely ridiculous! That's what?... $24,000 a year?" She puts her head down. He sighs, quite the habit.

"My lord. I think you'll take me up on my offer. Seeing as it pays $13,000 a month.", Caspian chuckled. She snaps her head towards him and stares at him. Utterly dumbfounded at the insane amount of money. "What's the job? Guarding the freaking mayor?!", she blurts. He chuckles and sighs, because of course he does. "Actually... It's a janitorial nightshift at the town cemetery.", he continues. "... That's it? That pays 13-freaking-k a month??", she gasps. "Yeah. There's a catch though. And you will not believe it.", he sighs. Seriously? Again with the sighs? Anyway. "What? What could be going on there that you have to pay 13k a month? Please. Enlighten me oh wise one.", she taunts.

"It's.... haunted?", he stutters. She looks at him for a moment. "Seriously? That's not funny. You're really freaking annoying.", she growls, standing to leave. He quickly reaches up and grabs her wrist. "Nasrin! Wait! I'm seriously. Unfortunately I'm very serious. But either way. Whether you believe the reason or not. Are you really going to pass up this opportunity? I mean you were planning to die tonight! And... I don't want that to happen, Nasrin.", he stammers.

She looks down at him. His gaze is soft and his eyes are pleading, a small pout on his lips. Seemingly practiced yet involuntary. Ever the sucker for his soft voice. She entertains the idea for a moment. "Well... I suppose you're kind of right. But how can I trust this? It's utterly ridiculous! That's so far over the standard pay for entry level! I've looked it up before. I'm not stupid, Caspian.", she snaps.

He winces, "I didn't mean to imply... Oh whatever. Look, I am not lying. The job is dangerous. I'm sure you've seen the news from when my father owned the cemetery. People have *died* on that shift, Nasrin! I have to have the pay high! Haunted or not!", he shoots back, a hint of desperation in his voice. No response. He stands and looks her in the eyes. Well he tries to, but she has no intention of looking at him."Come on Nasrin. Either way I have to pay you what I said I will. No matter what's going on. So why don't you just come with me and look at the contract, okay? It's worth a try right?", he pleads. She doesn't respond. But Caspian has learned to be patient.

She turns to look at him. Finally taking her eyes off the whizzing traffic. Caspian's a much more appealing sight anyway. "Fine. But this better be worth it, Caspian."

You've been hired to clean a graveyard every night for 80 bucks an hour. Its haunted. And by god you are going to make that 80 bucks an hour