dreadbound.

" Well , well . If it isn't Briar U's former favourite resident puck bunny . How do you do ? And is this your official statement on the Graham story ? You know . Seeing as he seems to have decided Hannah Wells doesn't do it for him anymore and gone right back to wanting you ? Asking for a friend , or , my followers . " Jules' interest was immediately brought on . Jules noticed who they were talking to , and of course they wanted to know more . It wasn't every day a story like this happened , was it ? " Don't think he exists . Although , Garrett Graham does come close . Brooding stare , haunted eyes , the inability to communicate normally . No ?"

kendall  raised  a  brow  at  the  other.  “i  can't  tell  if  you're  being  mean  there  or  not.”  she  tilted  her  head  in  confusion  at  the  other's  words.  “what  are  you  talking  about?  he…  he  loves  hannah,  right?  head  over  heels  for  her.  you  can  see  it.  how  he  looks  at  her.  i  don't  think  you  have  a  story  here,  i'm  sorry.  he  doesn't  want  me.”  he  never  really  did,  did  he?  kendall  could  really  do  without  all  of  this.  all  she  wanted  was  to  try  to  move  on  but  here  they  were;  digging  up  what  she  thought  was  dead  and  buried.  the  blonde  cleared  her  throat,  shaking  her  head.  “i  don't  know  if  this  is  a  prank  or  whatever  but…  i  don't  appreciate  it.  from  either  of  you.  he  made  his  choice.  good  for  him  but…  i  need  to  move  on  with  my  life.”

"Ha, yeah, trust me, I know the feeling." Mark bites back a smile and then nods at her second statement. "Oh, I can get that. Having dated both men and women myself, I can safely say that some men are just..." Blows out a breath, puffing his cheeks for dramatic effect. At her question, he cocks a brow. "Honestly? No, I haven't tried any dating apps. I just meet my guys at the gym or coffee shops. Even dated a few coworkers, but those are drunk stories for another time." He laughs, then leans back into his chair. "You've read Pride and Prejudice? I always thought Darcy was kind of an ass at the start for how he talked about Elisabeth."

“book  boyfriends  always  seem  to  be  more  alluring  than  normal  boyfriends.”  kendall  giggled  a  little,  gesturing  towards  him.  “thank  you!  you  get  it!  you  get  me.  i  like  you  already.”  the  fact  he  seemed  to  know  literature  just  made  it  all  the  better.  kendall  didn't  let  people  see  this  side  of  herself  very  often.  someone  who  would  rather  spend  time  reading  than  partying  sometimes.  “maybe  that's  where  i'm  going  wrong.  i  should  delete  those  things  and  just  hang  around  the  coffee  shop  all  the  time.”  she  smirked  slightly.  “i  have.  i  wouldn't  say  it's  my  favourite.  if  we're  being  honest?  i'm  a  sucker  for  a  fantasy  book  mostly.  what  can  i  say?  i  find  myself  drawn  to  asshole  men.  what  about  you?  do  you  have  a  type?  if  i  can  ask  that.  i  won't  be  offended  if  you  don't  wanna  share.”  kendall  was  just  enjoying  the  conversation. 

Back in Briar, he could sweet talk his way out of anything . It didn’t seem to be working out well so far . “ That’s fine . I found Logan , actually . And Dean , but it’s a long story . We’re just missing Tuck and we’re good to go , but that’s not , I , it’s not what matters here . “ Hands moved through his hair , clutching his curls , as a form of support . He did tend to do that . Chest expanding in a deep breath , he thought now was the time . Now or never . The nerves clawed at his throat , making it hard to breath . “ Listen , can we talk ? What I did , the other day , in my room , it was shitty . I never should have spoken to you like that . I was an idiot . You do . You do know me . “

a  sigh  of  relief  left  her  and  she  nodded  her  head.  “i  am  glad  that  you  have  found  them,  graham.”  that  they  were  safe.  that  was  all  that  mattered  to  her,  so  it  was  a  shock  for  him  to  say  it  didn't.  kendall  frowned  at  him.  “the  other  day?”  she  tried  to  think  of  the  last  time  she  had  seen  him.  “th-that…  that  wasn't  the  other  day,  garrett.  that…  that  was  quite  a  while  now.  y'know,  before  you  told  me  you  didn't  want  a  relationship  and  then  got  into  one  with  hannah?  we…  we  really  don't  need  to  revisit  this.  you're  with  hannah.  you  didn't  want  me.  you  apologised.  we  can  move  on  now,  okay?”  please. 

“  i  mean  ,  i  don't  necessarily  think  you're  wrong  ,  ”  mike  told  the  blonde  ,  shrugging.  he  was  usually  a  pretty  good  listener  ,  even  when  he  didn't  want  to  be  one.  if  she  wanted  to  criticize  men  ,  he  would  wisely  keep  his  mouth  shut  and  listen  despite  the  fact  that  biting  his  tongue  was  not  something  he  was  exactly  known  for.  he  was  opinionated  and  critical  ,  but  something  told  him  that  wasn't  what  she  needed  in  that  moment.  “  what  kind  of  men  have  you  been  trying  to  date  ?  ”  he  couldn't  help  but  ask.  “  dating  apps  ?  ”  mike  queried  ,  quickly  shaking  his  head.  “  i  cannot  think  of  a  more  miserable  way  to  try  and  meet  someone  with  the  intent  of  dating  them.  i  swore  those  things  off  two  years  ago.  ”  he  chuckled  at  her  words  ,  his  head  shaking  in  amusement.  “  don't  tell  me  that's  your  type.  ”

“course  i'm  not.  i  make  a  good  point.”  kendall  taunted  with  a  shake  of  her  head.  “i  don't  mean  to  come  across  as  someone  who  hates  men.  i  don't.  hell,  i  don't  really  hate…  anyone.  i'm  just…  going  through  some  things.”  the  blonde  admitted  as  she  offered  what  she  hoped  was  an  assuring  smile.  “i'm  afraid  i  have  a  bit  of  a  particular  type.  i  like  an  athlete.  the  typical  jock,  i  suppose.  perhaps  that's  where  i  go  wrong.  more  often  than  not;  the  guys  back  home  are  more  of  a…  casual  thing  than  looking  for  relationships.”  not  that  she  minded  that  sometimes.  she  did  enjoy  hookups  every  now  and  then  but  she  had  wanted  something  more.  “i  know,  i  know.  they  aren't  made  to  find  your  soulmate  but…  putting  yourself  out  there  in  person  can  be  scary.”

" And I'm supposed to know who you are ? " Miranda remarked , an eyebrow arching perfectly , as her features searched the face of the young woman . She knew her , alright . Andrea Sachs was about as easy to forget as a hurricane would ; perhaps a fitting metaphor , with how she had arrived in her life . Regardless , admitting that would have painted her as weak , and Miranda was anything but . " Those that are fit to work for me usually know the answer to that question . What does it say that you don't , I wonder ? " She clicked her tongue . " I sure do hope that is your way of flattering me , dear . Otherwise ? The door is right there . "

was  she  surprised  by  how  miranda  reacted?  not  in  the  slightest.  it  was  pretty  much  exactly  what  she  expected.  “any  sachs.  i  used  to  work  for  you  a  while  back  and  now…  it  seems  that  i  am  back.”  she  did  wonder  whether  miranda  had  actually  forgotten  her  or  whether  she  was  simply  putting  on  a  facade.  what  did  it  matter  to  her  either  way?  andy  crossed  her  arms  over  her  chest  with  a  small  clearing  of  her  throat.  “i'm  not  here  to  kiss  your  ass,  miranda.  if  you  want  to  fire  me  for  that?  be  my  guest.  i'm  not  going  to  agree  with  you  if  i  disagree.”  she  was  going  to  stand  up  for  herself.  she  had  to.  “nope,  it  was  just  a  statement.”  andy  admitted  before  moving  towards  the  desk.  she  gestured  towards  a  sketch.  “this  designer  has  a  lot  of  promise.” 

"I mean, come on," Meredith picks up a shot and downs it before continuing, "how hard is it to put in a central line?" She rolls her eyes and gestures kindly to the bartender to pour her another one, smiling at him and thanking him when she receives it. That's the thing about Meredith Grey: even when she's having a bad day, she never takes it out on anyone else... or at least she tries not to. "...I miss Cristina... and Alex, and Izzie... George..." She trails off, then, as if remembering who she's talking to, turns to the other person. "What about you? Do you remember your life before... this?"

mor  always  found  it  fascinating  watching  mortals.  even  somewhere  as  simple  as  a  bar?  it  was  the  perfect  place  to  see  such  a  variety  of  people.  “central  line?”  morrigan  questioned  with  a  cock  of  her  brow.  she  wasn't  familiar  with  human  medicine  in  great  detail.  it  wasn't  something  she  needed  to  know  about;  given  her  ability  to  heal  people.  morrigan  could  relate  to  the  other  missing  people.  she  wished  more  than  anything  that  she  could  see  her  family  right  now.  “are  these  your  friends?  family?”  she  questioned  with  a  sad  smile.  “i  do  indeed  remember  my  life.  my  family.  my  friends….  i  wish  i  could  see  them  again.  even  if  it  means  they  were  here.  that  sounds  incredibly  selfish,  doesn't  it?  wishing  them  away  from  home  just  so  i  could  see  them  once  again.”

" I really don't get what's so fun about hockey. Men chasing other men around to get to a little rubber thing and to score ? Please. I've seen better sports, and they involved less showing of and more actual work . " Brenna just gave a shake of her head , eyes still focused on the television . So silly . As someone who had grown up as the daughter of a hockey coach, maybe she was supposed to love it, but she didn't really care to. While Chad Jensen had been giving attention to his hockey boys , she had been in the corner , his actual daughter , without it . It was part of why she'd always resent it a little . "What about you ? What are your thoughts on it ? " Brenna was curious on what she'd get to hear .

andy's  brows  raised  a  little  as  she  looked  at  the  young  woman.  “i  honestly  can't  say  that  i  have  ever  put  that  much  thought  into  hockey.”  the  woman  admitted  with  a  small  chuckle.  “i…  don't  really  give  any  sport  that  much  thought.  it's  never  been  something  that  i've  been  into.  i'm  more  of  a  journalism  and  literature  woman."  she  explained.  “what  sports  are  you  into?  if  hockey  isn't  something  that  you  are  interested  in?” 

" Is there a place a guy can go to here , to look for people from home ? Like , is that even a thing ? I'm losing my mind here . " Garrett knew he was probably bothering the person he had approached . Garrett knew how to be a pain in the ass , when he wanted to . Still , there was a lot of truth to his words . He hadn't lived or been without the guys for long. "In the meantime , have you seen any of these guys ? " Garrett passed through the pictures , hoping it would make something happen . " John Tucker and John Logan . And Dean Di Laurentis . Seriously , you can't miss any of them . They catch the attention of every room . He stopped on a fourth picture , tilting it to a viewing point . " And there's this girl . Her name's Kendall . I messed up , big time , and I'd give anything for the chance to make it up to her . Anything . " It just reminded Garrett of how much like Phil he had been in that moment . . Cruel . He didn't want that to ever be him . "Have you seen any of the guys around ? Or her ?" It was pathetic , how desperate he sounded , but he'd give anything to see them all again.

it  truly  shocked  her  to  hear  her  name  coming  from  garrett  graham  again.  she  believed  that  they  had  already  sorted  things,  that  he  had  apologised  and  they  had…  moved  on.  garrett  with  hannah  wells  and  kendall?  trying  as  best  she  could  not  to  feel  jealous  or  even  more  hurt.  she  wasn't  going  to  be  cruel  to  either  of  them  because  she  wasn't  the  one  for  him.  it  was  neither  of  their  faults.  “graham?”  kendall  questioned  with  furrowed  brows.  “wh-what  are  you  doing  here?”  both  here  as  in  washington  but  also  here,  right  now,  asking  for  her.  kendall  was  somewhat  relieved  to  see  him.  he  was  the  first  familiar  face  that  she  had  seen  in  a  long  time.  “i…  i  haven't  seen  any  of  the  guys  here.  you're  the  first  one  that  i've  seen  here.  are  you  okay?”

"Seriously?" Robby mumbled, kicking the side of his motorcycle in frustration. It wouldn't turn on, he wasn't sure why, and he was running late to leave for work. "Of all days." He mumbled with a shake of his head.

andy  knew  little  to  nothing  about  cars  or  motorbikes.  “you  thinking  it's  like  one  of  those  old  tv's?  you  hit  it  in  the  right  place  and  it  might  work?”  she  questioned  with  a  teasing  smile  to  her  features  before  shaking  her  head.  “i'm  sorry.  that…  wasn't  very  helpful.  i  don't  know  anything  about  bikes  but  hopefully  a  mechanic  can  get  it  working  for  you.  perhaps  i  can  help  you  find  a  place?”  it  was  all  she  could  truly  offer,  wasn't  it?  “what  do  you  mean  of  all  days?  is  there  something  special  about  today?”

Mark hadn't expected something to happen this early in his shift. However, as he races toward the scene of the accident (which just so happened to be in the vicinity of the nearest hospital), all he can think about is getting there on time. As he runs, his mind surveys the scene. Seemingly one person down, another standing above them, but the expression on their face is unreadable. He skids to a stop, remembering the ABCs of CPR. Airway, breath, circulation. Airway doesn't seem compromised, breaths are shallow and heavy, circulation seems good... but he won't know until he does a full exam. "What happened? Did he collapse?" he asks the person.

kendall  wasn't  exactly  cut  out  to  be  a  nurse  or  doctor.  when  the  stranger  had  collapsed  in  front  of  her?  she  had  admittedly  panicked  and  stood  staring  for  far  too  long.  “oh…  oh  g-g-god.  s-s-sir?  are  you…  okay?”  clearly  not,  kendall,  given  the  man  was  on  the  floor.  she  was  more  than  relieved  when  someone  came  to  help  matters.  “i…  i  don't  know.  yes.  yes,  he  just  fell.  i  don't  know  what  happened  or  what  i  should  do.”  kendall  admitted,  feeling  helpless.  she  really  needed  to  learn  some  first  aid  or  something  for  the  future,  just  in  case.  “i'm  sorry.  is…  is  he  okay?”

"And I take it that you have put these pieces in front of me because you think they are adequate? Good? Hurry away now, before I decide to fire you for it." Miranda let out a long sigh, as if she was starting to feel a headache coming along. One that was brought on and brought about by mere stupidity. Miranda knew it'd be difficult to get rid of it, soon. As her assistant hurried away, she remained, watching the pieces of clothing that had been left behind. As she heard the presence of another, Miranda turned. "And you? I'm curious. Do you happen to see anything worth saving in the middle of this mess?"

how  did  she  end  up  back  here?  working  for  miranda  priestly  of  all  people…  again?  she  felt  like  she  had  all  those  years  ago.  she  wouldn't  let  miranda  win  or  push  her  around.  andy  was  a  different  person  now.  stronger.  more  confident.  she  could  do  this!  “nice  to  see  that  you  haven't  changed,  miranda.”  andy  stated  with  a  small  nod  of  her  head.  “are  you  asking  for  my  honest  opinion  or  an  answer  that  will  please  you?”  there  was  a  slight  taunting  tone  to  her  words,  a  smile  toying  on  her  lips.  it  felt  good  to  stand  up  somewhat  to  the  other.  “you  look…  different  to  when  i  last  saw  you.”  andy  gestured  towards  the  other.  “so  perhaps  you  have  changed,  somewhat.  just  not  in  character.”

Finally heading home after a long night shift, she took her phone out. And of course the minute she pulls it out, she realizes her phone is dead. "Of course." She mumbled, rolling her eyes. Looking around, she noticed someone sitting on a nearby bench. "Just got off an overnight shift and my phone is dead." She explained, hoping this person didn't think her exasperated expression was common.

“overnight  shift?  may  i  ask  what  it  is  that  you  do?  i  can't  imagine  how  difficult  it  must  be  to  work  through  the  night.  mostly  ‘cause  i’d  struggle  to  sleep  through  the  day.  too  bright.”  kendall  let  out  an  uneasy  laugh.  “sorry,  dunno  why  i  decided  to  let  you  know  that.”  with  a  clearing  of  her  throat,  she  extended  her  own  phone  towards  the  woman.  “if  you  know  someone's  number;  you're  more  than  welcome  to  send  a  text  or  make  a  call  off  of  mine.  or  if  you're  like  me?  you…  rely  too  much  on  this  thing  to  save  numbers  so  you  don't  have  to  remember  them.”  the  blonde  taunted  with  a  small  chuckle.