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I'm trying to, Miss Rose. The least I can do. Could I ask -- Did you want to see them?

Do you ever have those days...

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At this hour? I got to admit you have a lot more guts than me. I try to get back home soon as possible. And... Oh my friend is busy a lot these days. Trying to find work but-- You know how Hollywood is. More interested in spitting people out than letting people in.

Not bitter or anything, honest!

Another Night | Chat

They make stockings so delicate for something meant to protect one from the elements. Right, let’s. Ahm, would you believe I’m just wandering? A little out of work this week, out of sorts. Had to do something with myself, and it’s a bit of a route back. Now, how can your friend not remember where you are?

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I think the stockings will protect me until my ride gets here, you know? (If my friend remembers where I am at least.) How about we get to know each other a bit more then? Like-- What are you doing here at this hour? Getting back from work too?

Another Night | Chat

I understand the pain. Just hope that floor doesn’t bite back, though. Huhm, yep. Guess we can’t rightly be complete strangers, but I still can’t say much more than your name and your pain level. Good enough, I guess.

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A lot of times... Yeah. Usually when something reminds me of it and I can't...

Miss Rose. What-- What reminded you?

Do you ever have those days...

Where it seems as though you can’t get certain memories out of your head?

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Yes! No! I mean-- Um. It's just, you know, you... Your eyes. They're very blue is all.

Where is that lighter oh God save me. Here it is!

Another Night | Chat

 Thank you

Are you allright ???

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Sure. Just gotta let you know, my lighter is less useful as my watch at times which says somet--

...Thing... H-Hi! Ohmygoshhihellotherewaitohyes.Givemeasecondplease.

Another Night | Chat

 Excuse me , you wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette lighter would you?     

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That's a pretty good point! Thanks, Maria. My feet are forever in your debt for the evening of freedom. I'm Casey! Casey Paige. I guess this means we're not strangers anymore, right?

Another Night | Chat

It is weird, sure, but you do deserve it. Go for it. And it would be just as weird to look down at your feet instead of hold a conversation to your face anyhow, right? You should do it.

…And I am still a stranger to you. Maria. Hello.

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Yeah! I kind of realized that my life has been so set lately. I dunno if that's good or not. ... I could always take off the heels. I mean people will find it weird but the hours I've been in these. They deserve a break.

Choices choices.

Another Night | Chat

Hmm… Oh, for it to be a not-typical night, just one other thing has to be different? At least, is there something you can think to do about the feet?

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Another Night | Chat | OPEN

Work's done and everyone's left. Waiting for a ride home from my friend. Trying to ignore the agony of the feet. Typical night, I like to think.

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Casey can't help but giggle when he offers to take care of her boss. It sounded something like from her manuscripts and notes, a casual conversation of a client and a hitmen except she can't imagine someone like him being that heartless. Not after showing how cool he was in her opinion.

That offer of his? She thought it was awful sweet of him to do, and after agreeing to pay for her coffee too and all, but her boss was all bark and no bite. Which was a thing she was more than happy to tell him. "I'm sure I can live with his nagging and threatening a little bit longer! Long as he keeps it to only words and not actions if I dare decide try to breathe during work, I think I can tune out the guy until I find something else."

For work. She means work. Which wasn't happening anytime soon. Her work as a writer was nice, ghost or not, but between rewriting and pitching and editing and making sure no one knew about any of this inbetween -- She's going to be stuck in the uniform for a little bit longer. Long as she had something to send back to her family, she's (almost) content with her work despite some downsides. There are silver linings in life. Like getting to meet this fella here, she tells herself.

"So then maybe... Around the evening? Say six or seven if you don't mind swinging by at the joint at that hour?"

Ready to Go || Thomas & Casey

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Upon hearing the news that the class was over, Casey's face turned into a shade of brighter red and it took all her will power to not groan and hide her face behind her hair and notebooks. This stupid watch of hers will be the death of her one day, she swears. It was difficult to ignore the feeling of disappointment and self-loathing she felt for herself, trying hard to shake it off but it was hard because she missed this chance of hers to learn more and--

Wait wait wait. Did she really say she was willing to stay a bit longer? Really? It took her all of the will power that she had to resist the need of pinching her arm. Needing to assure herself that this is real because wow. She looked so grateful to Ro-- Miss Rose for the generous offer. Living in this place for some time, she's still trying to adjust any kindness or niceness being offered to her without strings attached to it.

"O-Of course, Miss Rose! I'll be more than happy to call you that for now. It seems only fair since you're being so nice to me." There was. "And, um, kind of. I'm not part-part of this class, truth be told, but I heard from a friend's friend of mine that this was happening because we were talking and all and I always wanted to know about this kind of thing more from what I just read or heard and yeah... Hang on. I have it written down here somewhere. Along with the time and place too--"

Okay, Casey, stop babbling so much and just show the note. After juggling her books and her dignity back into the bag, she goes through it and shuffles through said books, said dignity and a sea of notes and papers (with a page or two of some sort of script falling out in the process) to find the note. There are small mercies the world is willing to grant her, however, and she finds the note in a few seconds. She pulls it out and reads the information aloud, corresponding with the class she had missed thanks to the clunk of a watch. "If you're still willing to go over what you know, even for a little bit!, I would really love to learn."

Flashback Para | Fancy Meeting You (Casey and Rose)

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The pointing out of her coffee getting cold helped her miss the fact that he hadn't respond to her offer. Later on, when she left for work, she would notice it, but that would be later and this is now. Her eyes widen and then darts to where it is, only a few wisps coming out of now. She had almost forgotten about it despite how it was the whole reason why she was talking to Thomas here.

"Oh. Right! Thanks for reminding me about that."

Grateful that this was resolved, Casey finally took her cup of joe and sipped it, taking slow measured sips to enjoy the strong taste. Sighing as the rush of caffeine kicked in after a few more sips. This will definitely help her get through the day.

"So in the afternoon? Say around... Whenever your break is at your work. I should be able to slip out for a few minutes or so." Her eyes briefly look away, feeling a little ashamed that she needs to add, "Maybe we can go somewhere a bit private to do this thing, you know? My boss can be a bit of a drag if he doesn't see me working every second there. Last thing I need is another threat on losing my darn job from the guy."

Ready to Go || Thomas & Casey

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Thankful that the person wasn't mad at her, Casey calms herself down and considers the question that was being asked to her.

"Oh no... I mean--! Yes...?" She checks her watch on her wrist, a clunky hand-me-down from her mother. It wasn't the most reliable thing at times but to be two hours behind the usual time? She needed to get this thing fixed, sooner or later. It was being more of a nuisance these days. "I didn't know it started two hours ago."

The girl looks up, realizing something. "I guess that means, um, yes. I'm here for the class. I didn't mean to get here so late. Things kind of occurred when I was leaving my place..."

Mostly her trying to fend off her roommates's questions on where she was going. She wasn't totting a screenplay meaning she was trying to pitch herself again nor was she wearing her waitress outfit meaning she was going to work. It took her forever to get away from Wendell's prying, not wanting to deal with the fallout if he found out the exact reason why she was going out. 

But not it would stop her from continuing with her goal today. "Can I still join the class? I'm really interested in getting to learn more about this subject. I brought empty notebooks and everything with me to take down notes and stuff." Which cost her a pretty penny but she thought it was a wise investment. Best to keep her writings and her writings separate in case someone snoops through her things.

Flashback Para | Fancy Meeting You (Casey and Rose)

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fanmix challenge, vi. everyday activities

[4/6] Waking Up

Songs for a perfect start to the morning, from the moment your alarm clock rings to when you leave through the front door with a grin on your face, ready to face the world.

(LISTEN) ; (8tracks)

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Flashback Para | Fancy Meeting You (Casey and Rose)

It's been a while since she's had time to herself. Between trying to make it big with her stories (and failing in that, having to resort to trickery for one of her works to get accepted) and trying to make ends meet, Casey barely had time for herself. She kind of had it lucky, she told herself whenever her feet ached and her temper flared at work. She had a job, unlike her roommate who was twice as busy in the day, almost having little to no days off. Did she feel bad that she got a chance to rest and he didn't when she was informed that her day off was finally set and finalized and it would be in a few days? Of course. But she wasn't going to pass the opportunity out of guilt.

Not when she learns through the grapevine at the restaurant that there'll be some sort of gathering with the American Communist Party on the day she's going to have a day off. Casey just had to go to it. She had been fascinated by what she had studied of communism so far in books and works she had read when the chance presented itself in secrecy. She wanted to learn more from it, from people who were behind it and when will another opportunity present itself? When will another chance present itself? Never most likely.

But she did have to be a bit careful however. Last thing she wanted to have was her family and her friends finding out she was going to 'the enemy line' as they called it now and then if someone was dumb enough to bring up the topic to their ears. The enemy line? Really?

But their derision for the beliefs the party held did make her take caution when she went to the gathering that day, dressed in the blandest dress and coat she could find in her closet with her hair styled in the most common way for people. Her body was tense and buzzing with nervousness, excitement. She was at a meeting. She could learn so much from them.

"Oh wow! Sorry! Pardon me, coming through. Excuse me! New here don't mind me--" If she could only find a friendly face or a chair to slide in, pretend she belonged here and was worthy to talk with them though she felt like there was 'NEWCOMER' stamped across her forehead.

The invisible mark only seemed to ingrain itself when she bumped into someone and she nearly fell backwards. She rights herself and is quick to spout out a series of apologies for her social mishap. Don't make a bad impression here, Casey. Don't--! "Oh whoa! I didn't see you there! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you like that, ma'am! Sorry sorry sorry!"