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“OH! do you mind if i just...” brinley apologized quickly as she pressed up against the other, ducking desperately under their umbrella to shield herself from the rain. she was on her way home from a late show and was now drenched to her skin from the downpour that had come out of NOWHERE. “i’m SO sorry,” the brit, teeth chattering and stuttering her words as the frigid air nipped ferociously at her soaked figure.

 “t-thank you...i- this is just as uncomfortable for me as it is for you- i PROMISE.”

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memorial tomorrow, funeral monday. ill be on a little tonight and then ill try and be back fully on tuesday

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brinley was already in her dainty kitchen, visible from the living room where the soaking mut was, frantically filling her rose gold kettle with water to warm up on the stove. “do mind your manners,” brinley pleaded, glancing upwards at her ceiling; “i don’t have the friendliest of neighbors; they already want me gone. if they heard you cussing about at this hour i’m SURE they’d find a way to get me kicked out before morning.” the petite blonde, having added in the teabags, migrated away from the stove to allow the tea to steep. at the sight of him trembling, her frown deepened; “why are you smiling?!” she inquired, addressing him as if he were her child. “i bet you’re going to end up sick, and i just don’t have the time to take care of you!” she was staging dramatics, rolling her eyes as a smile of her own nipped at her lips. brinley then plucked a thick, throw blanket from the lounge chair near the window, tossing it to him before she ducked away into her bedroom. after fishing through some shopping bags, brinley walked out of her room with a set of men’s pajama pants and a black t-shirt he had left here before; “the flannel pants were GOING to be part of your holiday gift- being as you never have proper clothes to sleep in,” brinley sighed, handing the garments to him. she then folded her arms, eyeing him until the silence was broken by the whistling of the kettle. “c’mon charles- go change, you’re soaking my couch! oh, and do you want sugar and honey?”

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“charles, what are you…? oh my…you’re- you’re soaking wet!” brin cried out once she had opened the door to her drenched companion, clearly having got caught in the storm that had loomed over new york’s head. “oh come in, come in- my goodness, you must be freezing.” she urged the dishevelled young man into her apartment, quickly racing in sock-covered feet to the bathroom to fetch him a towel. it was late, and brinely was adorned in baggy joggers and a sweatshirt, usually brushed and well-kept locks tied up in a massive bun and reading glasses perched on the tip of her nose. thankfully it was charles, who she didn’t fear looking tidy for, and not someone else. “here- dry yourself off. i don’t have coffee but- but i’ll make you a cup of tea to warm you up. what in heaven’s name were you doing out in that storm?!”

“for fuck sake—–” charles replied as he ushered himself in. “okay, maybe it was a bad idea to go wandering at this time of night, but i wasn’t expecting a storm this bad and well… you were the closest person i could think of.” he shrugged. he took the towel from her and removed his soaking wet trademark hat, drying his fringe and face. he looked like a wet dog that had been caught in the rain overnight without being fed; freezing cold as he shivered slightly. “you can tell it’s winter, i thought this denim jacket with it’s fleeced inside would be enough, but—” he paused.. “fuck the rain.” he rolled his eyes. “tea is good.” he offered a small smile. “well, you know i like to go for my walks, i wasn’t anticipating this brin, christ.” he said, his grin widening. 

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“jamie,” she repeated, his name tasting familiar; like home. it was nice, and for a moment the blonde wanted pause and roll the vowels and consonants on her tongue. not romantically...but simply for a moment. she stopped herself, knowing she’d look strange randomly puffing her cheeks and saying his name behind closed lips. so instead, she smiled. brinley would admit she had been feeling very HOMESICK recently, especially since it was around the holidays. her parents had been originally planning to fly out to new york, but her father had informed here there had been some untimely circumstances that may prevent them from doing so. she wasn’t aware of what had arisen back home, being as her father had failed to elaborate. “you’re quite certain you’re alright with...?” she began, but before her inquiry could be completed, the record was in her dainty, porcelain hands. an anxious laugh caused fine-pressed lips to part, pearly whites gripping firmly onto her lower pink petal. “alright, FINE- if you insist,” her blue eyes migrated towards the mossy irises of jamie’s, awaiting instruction.

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“yeah, everyone in my family lives in the west midlands area,”  brinley informed him with a prideful grin. when he informed her of where he lived she nodded her head: “i have a cousin who studies out there, i think. or maybe it was someone from my church choir?” she pondered aloud, poking her lower lip with a dainty finger in thought. when he congratulated her on her acceptance, her face illuminated with bashful, pink glow; “oh thank you, you’re too kind. my name is brinley, by the way, brinley cornell. it’s nice to meet you…” she trailed off, hoping the other would fill in the blank with their name. with excitement, she watched with doe-like eyes as the other fiddled around with a finicky record sleeve and drew out a shiny, black vinyl that twinkled in the dimmed store lights- a black saucer, gleaming like the swollen pupils of an infant. when he turned on the player, her interest was further peaked, leaning forward with curiosity like a child who was allowed to watch the news with the adults. “oh- ME? i wouldn’t trust myself with such a fine piece…i’m quite clumsy,” she stammered, anxiety on her tongue. “perhaps i can just watch you do it, instead?”

“jamie, jamie ellis”, he introduced himself with a smile, “it’s a pleasure to meet you too. “ his smile was genuine, and the corners of his mouth just twitched more and more upwards as he watched the enchanted expression on her face. he loved this, always had, the casual chats with customers, the easy and unforced atmosphere that the store somehow provided. working in the shop, he’d met incredible people, had fromed what would surely be life-long friendships just standing there behind the counter. “well, i suppose you could just watch me”, he said after a moment, furrowing his eyebrows, “but it really is quite simple. and - just between the two of us - even if you were a bit clumsy with this record…nobody would mind…noone…this record has been just sitting around here, catching dust for as long as i’ve worked here.i’d go as far as saying you’d be doing the shop quite a favour” with a little wink, he carefully handed her the record. “i’ll talk you through it.”

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“charles, what are you...? oh my...you’re- you’re soaking wet!” brin cried out once she had opened the door to her drenched companion, clearly having got caught in the storm that had loomed over new york’s head. “oh come in, come in- my goodness, you must be freezing.” she urged the dishevelled young man into her apartment, quickly racing in sock-covered feet to the bathroom to fetch him a towel. it was late, and brinely was adorned in baggy joggers and a sweatshirt, usually brushed and well-kept locks tied up in a massive bun and reading glasses perched on the tip of her nose. thankfully it was charles, who she didn’t fear looking tidy for, and not someone else. “here- dry yourself off. i don’t have coffee but- but i’ll make you a cup of tea to warm you up. what in heaven’s name were you doing out in that storm?!”

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he chuckled at her little joke, turning the record player around so she could have a closer look at it. “solihull, huh? i’ve heard of it but i’ve never been there. i’m from higher bockhampton but i doubt that you’ve heard of it, no one really has. it’s in dorset.”, jamie explained, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as a streak of fondness and familiarity overcame him. he hadn’t been home in months. “but well done you for getting into the musical theatre programme!” he diverted his attention back to the device, listening to her story about her mothers’ record player and once again feeling the fondness and warmth rushing through him. he didn’t know what it was, really, perhaps just hearing other peoples’ stories and experiences. perhaps it was the christmas spirit getting to him. “oh it’s not that difficult, believe me, i’m sure you’ll figure it out it a second. in fact…” he straightened up a bit, an idea suddenly crossing his mind. looking around him, he quickly grabbed one of the vinyls that were on display next to the record player  - an edition of ‘have a merry swinging christmas’ that had been in the shop for ages - before pushing a little button on the device itself, turning it on. it was one of those modern ones that was running on battery, no cable required. “here. do you want to have a go at trying to get this vinyl to play? don’t worry, i’ll  help you.”

“yeah, everyone in my family lives in the west midlands area,”  brinley informed him with a prideful grin. when he informed her of where he lived she nodded her head: “i have a cousin who studies out there, i think. or maybe it was someone from my church choir?” she pondered aloud, poking her lower lip with a dainty finger in thought. when he congratulated her on her acceptance, her face illuminated with bashful, pink glow; “oh thank you, you’re too kind. my name is brinley, by the way, brinley cornell. it’s nice to meet you...” she trailed off, hoping the other would fill in the blank with their name. with excitement, she watched with doe-like eyes as the other fiddled around with a finicky record sleeve and drew out a shiny, black vinyl that twinkled in the dimmed store lights- a black saucer, gleaming like the swollen pupils of an infant. when he turned on the player, her interest was further peaked, leaning forward with curiosity like a child who was allowed to watch the news with the adults. “oh- ME? i wouldn’t trust myself with such a fine piece...i’m quite clumsy,” she stammered, anxiety on her tongue. “perhaps i can just watch you do it, instead?”

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a wide smile spread across his face as he heard her accent. “ah, a fellow brit, is see”, he said, chuckling a bit as she flushed in embarrasment. “it’s fine, love, don’t worry. we’ve all been there.” mind you, jamie of all people had been int he me situation as well, quite a few times actually. following her question, he quickly glanced at the record player in the window - an absolute beauty - and smiled a little. he rembered the day it had arrived, the bold red colour standing out against all the other items in the shop window, and he’d asked himself how long it would take for a potential buyer to come along, especially now that christmas time was just around the corner. she was the first person to ask about the record player. “oh, yes, actually, it is for sale. do you want to have a little look at it?”, he asked, making his way around the counter and towards the record player without waiting for her answer. “it is a beauty, really. you have a gifted eye.”

brinley released a shy laugh, tucking a lock of flaxen hair behind a wind-nipped ear that was glowing red due to the cold temperatures outside. “yes- it’s surprising how many of us i’ve met here! we must be invading,” she joked, removing her mittens and tucking them into her bag. “if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from? i’m from solihull, moved here about a year or so ago after getting accepted into NYU’s musical theatre program...not that you needed to know that,” she rambled, rubbing her palms together as their focus was redirected towards the item she had inquired about. “it’s quite lovely,” she agreed, moving with him to observe the twinkling player with it’s glossy finish and gold plated knobs. “thank you. i’ve never had one myself before- a record player. my mum has one back home and she used to play vinyls ALL the time- especially around the holidays. i’m not even sure how they work, i was never allowed to touch hers.” brinley leaned closer, eyes glimmering with interest; “my, it truly is MARVELOUS, but i don’t even know what i would do with it. i’m fearful i’d break it,” brinley joked. 

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brinley was reading over a script, a project for her acting behind the camera elective, focused intently on the camera directions and strange scene introductions. she had never scene a short film script before...and she was slightly intimidated by the MASSIVE amount of pages she had in the small binder. brinley looked up when a question was sent her way, looking at the woman with light, furrowed brows; “what? how is that possible?” the other picked up her mug of tea and looked at her hand with confusion, as if it could answer her question. “what happens to...to the other 96 bones?”

The surgeon sat in the corner of the coffee shop she frequently visited during her break. She was reading over some notes on her next procedure, as usual. Lillian was always working, even when she was supposed to be taking a break. “Did you know that we’re actually born with 300 bones in our bodies but end up with just 206 of them?” Lillian said to the person nearest to her, looking up from what she was reading. 

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brinley adored window shopping. sometimes, when she wasn’t doing school work or at rehearsal, she would walk around the village bundled up in winter gear and look through the panes of glass to see what the stores had on display. it wasn’t the most thrilling activity, but it prevented her from being cooped up in her small apartment. she had seen something in the window of a store that had caught her eye, a record player, and she had just walked in mindlessly with a subconscious intention of buying it. brinley hadn’t even realized she had walked into the shop until she heard a loud THUMP- followed by an apology. “oh- oh my i’m so sorry, i didn’t- i just walked in without thinking...” the brit apologized, porcelain features flushing with embarrassment. “i was just...that record player in the window. is it for sale?” not that she could afford it, even if it was. besides, why would she need it? brinley didn’t even HAVE any records.

although he’d been sure he’d put the ‘will be back in a few minutes’ sign up at the door, hearing the familiar jingle of someone opening the door and entering the record store, he jolted up,hitting his head on one of the shelves above him. jamie quickly glanced at his watch - his break had ended about ten minutes ago - before rushing back into the main room. “so sorry, love”,he apologised, fixing his hair, “i was in the back and kind of forgot time. anything i can help you with?”

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“congratulations marco!” brinley chirped excitedly, carrying in one hand a gift bag filled with baby goodies and in the other, a bouquet of balloons. she was a broke college student- this was what she had managed to pull together with what little funding and little time she had. “i’m SO sorry it’s taken me this long to stop by, i’ve been beyond busy with spring awakening and the like- how is everything? how are the twins!?”

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brinley &. piper starter call!!

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Ethan was beaming when he saw a familiar face approach him when he entered the diner and shot her an even wider grin. “Brinley! I can’t believe you have to work on the spookiest night of the year!” He told her with a sympathetic frown resting on his features and gave an understanding nod. “I get it though - to be fair, being a makeup artist you work pretty much every Halloween,” he shared before a proud smile tugged on his lips. “Why thank you! I’ve been pretty good. Busy but good. What about you? I feel like I haven’t dropped in in ages.”

“meh, it’s nothin’! completely out of my control,” she waved her hand dismissively, painting a smile across petal-like lips as she balanced a bucket of cleaning supplies on her hip. “you must be crazy busy,” the brit noted, following up her remakr wit ha gesture regarding her near-empty establishment. “the only customer’s we’ve had all day have been trick or treaters, and let me tell you, some of their costumes have been VERY.... creative.” the bubbly blonde shrugged her shoulders then walked over to the nearest dirty table and began clearing it off, loading the dishes into the bin and wiping down the tables surface with her handtowel. “quite the same- busy, but good.” she then stood up straight, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand- beaming at him. “i’ve landed my first lead role in a production at my school! we’re doing spring awakening. i’m not sure if you’re familiar with it but- i’m playing WENDLA.” 

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“ETHAN!” brinley chirped excitedly at the sight of someone she considered her friend. he was a regular at the diner, and seeing his face on halloween when she was cooped up working couldn’t have made her happier. “oh am i’m so glad to see you! it’s been absolutely dead in here and i’ve been so bored. i love halloween, but i haven’t been able to work as much due to spring awakening- how have you been? your costume looks fantastic, by the way!” 

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For a moment, Noah felt rather encouraged. The girl might not have been reacting as though it were the best treat she’d ever eaten in her life, but she also wasn’t immediately gagging either. Perhaps he wasn’t quite so horrible at this after all. Noah’s mental patting himself on the back didn’t last for much longer, as it was soon interrupted by the look of absolute disgust that flashed across Brinley’s face without warning. “Oh God,” The male murmured to himself, frowning apologetically for having subjected her to his baking experiment gone wrong. Even with the girl’s encouragement, the grin he offered was a sympathetic one. “Don’t feel required to lie in order to protect my self-esteem. Believe me, it’s already nonexistent,” He teased at his own expense, his smile much more genuine now, “At the very least, they’re a start. I didn’t even have a start before.” Previous memories in any sort of kitchen briefly played through his mind like war flashbacks. “But… maybe I should stop while I’m ahead before anyone gets hurt.”

when he began to apologize once more, brinley waved her hands frantically. “no, no- i’m not LYING!” she insisted, swallowing harshly one more to rid her mouth of the taste, trying to resist twisting her expression into one of disgust. “i’m not teasin’ either. they’re just a little...well...” she scrunched her nose, trying to find the right word for it. when he continued on his thouht, she dismissed her own and nodded her head curtly; “see! POSITIVITY!” and with that, she urged the rest of her excuse-for-a-cookie away and stood up, brushing her hands down her plaid skirt before moving toward her friend and grabbing onto his biceps with her hands, shaking him slightly. “you need to stop bein’ so CRUEL towards yourself, noah! you’ve got....potential. and, thankfully, i happen to be quite good at baking pastries. i’d be more than happy to help you!”

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while wendla had always been a dream role of brinley’s, she had NEVER realized how emotionally daunting it would be to portray such a character.  it was their second night, and there were still a good 8 shows left before the run was through, and brinley’s insides were crippled with emotional exhaustion. the content of the show was heavy, the crossing of innocent curiosity and it’s CONSEQUENCES. she was receiving compliments and notes from the director. his hand was on her arm, his eyes oozing with adoration; warm and melting like pads of butter on sunday morning toast. the blonde was still in costume; a cotton white dress, grey stockings that sat just above bruised knees, and loose laced combat boots; her feet aching from the intense choreography and her heart heavy from the story. the theatre- it did things to her. once her director had walked away to go find christopher ( who was playing MELCHOIR ) brinley was left to her own devices. she was planning to go to her dressing room and change into her clothes, make a cup of tea, and head home to finish up some assignments that were due the following morning- but then she was approached. when she turned to acknowledge the voice, she was immeidately hit with a strong wave of de ja vu as soon as she set eyes on him…. had she seen him before? “oh- thank you so much,” she chirped, a genuine smile falling upon tired lips. “it makes my so happy to hear that people are enjoying it. the story- it’s so…challenging, but it’s so important- so RELEVANT.” she clasped her hands together and beamed brightly at him…but the question- it was itching her! how did she know him? “i’m so sorry, this is going to be such a peculiar question but…have i- have we met before? i feel as if i have met you before- or atleast seen you.”

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     SINGING MAY HAVE been miles’ forte, but there was a different kind of respect that he held for theatre artists. to be able to convey a story with different emotions through music, along with some various dance numbers and lines, was something that miles could never see himself doing. before tonight, the last time he had seen a play was when he was fifteen back in london. needless to say, his lack of knowledge and experience with theatre made him apprehensive about accepting his co-worker’s invitation to see a local production. miles was unfamiliar with spring awakening, but watching the opening night performance of the nyu adaptation made him fall in love with the raw and exhilarating portrayal of adolescent sexuality. however, he wouldn’t be lying if he said that he wasn’t expecting to go backstage after the musical wrapped up. apparently his friend’s sister was the stage manager and wanted to congratulate her for a job well done. miles was shifting awkwardly a few feet away from the conversing siblings, throwing brief smiles at people who passed by, when he noticed the familiar face of the female lead not so far away. why not make some new friends? miles waited for her companions to leave before approaching her casually. “ hi, ” he greeted her with a grin. “ i just wanted to drop by and congratulate you on your phenomenal performance. i’m not much of a fan of theatre, but loved every second of your production. ”