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his arms pumped beside him as he tried to maintain his speed on his almost finished 4 mile runâ his chest and face red, a combination from the sun and the activity. he normally didnât choose to run in central park, but when he was a work, and only had an hour for lunch, and plans afterworkâ the central park running routes would do. his music blasted through his headphones over his ears as he rounded the corner, clearly not seeing the man bent over, wrestling something out of his dogs mouthâ for a split second he survey his options, run into the man and his dog, or inconvenience someone else somehowâ not fido, he thought as he narrowly dodged the pair, only to end up clipping another. â shitâ shit, sorry, â he expressed, loudly, his music still blaring in his headphones.
@masterspostâ
of course gwen would run into phoenix here, on the one day she actually chose to go outside and get some fresh air before having to be cooped up in the office for the rest of the day. and he literally ran into her, too, so hard that she had to grab his bicep so that he wouldnât bowl her over onto the sidewalk. god he was sweaty, which shouldâve been disgusting but-. no, gwen. stop it. âanother apology? did you get struck by lightning or something? iâm not sure if this is the real you.â it lacked any of her normal anger, eyes drifting up and down his figure as she tried to get an unsuccessful grip on herself.Â
alexanderkaufmanâ:
âOh, no, I am full of myself. My coffee just isnât melty.â They werenât afraid to admit that they were full of themself. In their mind, they may as well be the best person in New York, so what was there to not be full of? âGood. No one should be ignoring me, have you seen me? Why would anyone want to ignore this?â they gestured to themself, taking another sip of their coffee. Thatâs true, though, and they nodded at her comment about them having to be good at their job. âYou were working? Why? You realize that it was a gala for us to attend, not to work.â But she made another fair point - they hadnât been paying attention to the entertainment enough to recognize her. Though there had been a few nights where theyâd been out at bars with live music to later sleep with the bassist, or the singer, orâ never mind, Alexander. âI wouldnât have worked that event no matter how much they offered to pay me.â
âmhm.â gwen still wasnât convinced - about the coffee. really, she aspired to have alexanderâs level of confidence, maybe it would keep her out of trouble. or at least phoenixâs bed. but she wasnât that lucky, she guessed. âyou should ask someone who blatantly ignores you.â she didnât know if that person even existed. she thought they probably didnât. âto be honest, iâd rather work. any time people talk to me at galas they want something from me or santos - and itâs usually santos.â she wasnât an assistant so it got annoying. âthe pay was great, though. i might treat myself to a vacation.â she thought she deserved it, even though gwen didnât think she knew how to take a vacation.
papcrplancsâ:
Kim just sighed. âYeah, they probably wouldnât.â Which was so annoying. If it were up to Kim, everyone would work on their own schedule as they needed to. It was the only way to live life. Unfortunately, it was an unrealistic expectation for most. She scooted out the way to let Qwen pass by finally. âWell, Iâm guessing Iâll still see you later then? Donât think the stairs get you out of cardio.â Kim teased.Â
gwen scooted by, groaning and tilting her head back because yeah, cardio was her least favorite. âyouâre killinâ me, kim. when i die of too much cardio youâll know itâs all your fault.â alright, gwen was being dramatic now. sheâd asked kim for cardio specifically because she hated it. after a second, she huffed and took a seat two steps above her. âcan i ask you for like, stupid advice? like, the kind i know but need to hear from someone else. that kind of advice.â kim generally got the most stupid of gwenâs rants, because it turned out when gwen was trying to distract herself from hating her life while sweating up a storm she was pretty talkative.
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all of her days were beginning to clump togetherâ she tried to stay off of her phone as much as possible, unless it was to answer something work related. she felt, almost embarrassed ?, for herself which was a rare feeling. soleil was always in controlâ of herself at leastâ but that was the most important in her opinion. but this past week, soleil had cried more than she ever did in her life combined. she needed to do something about it allâ but she didnât even know where to begin. she clicked aimlessly through the channels of the hospital tvâ small groans escape her lips, â daytime television is a fucking crimeâ like what is this ? â
gwen looked up from where she was slaving over her emails, having brought her laptop from work so that she could keep soleil company and still get things done. she was halfway to shutting it before opening it back up, standing to her feet from her place in the uncomfortable visitors chair that the nurses had put in the room for her. âwhat do you want to watch? ladyâs choice.â she offered, placing the laptop in solâs lap and motioning for her to scoot over. she wasnât going to lie; seeing soleil like this was difficult, but sheâd rather stick around than leave her hanging. and anyway, soleil was having the worse time of it.

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@gwendigo: phil collins and tony hawk made an entire generation though
Kim was in her own little world. Sitting on the main staircase of the building, it seemed like she was diligently writing notes to any passerby. In reality she was doodling a poorly scribbled picture of the mountains. She had an itch to get out of work, and drive. The weather was perfect, the sky was perfectly clear, and it was nearing the weekend. How could she want to be anywhere else? A shadow fell across her notepad, and she looked up at a fellow coworker. âOh, sorry. No one takes the stairs these days. Especially not in a building this tall.â She started to scoot to the side, stopping short. âHey, if I started a petition to make Masters one of those companies that only works 4 days a week, would you sign it?â
@masterspostâ
gwen paused in her ascent up the stairs; this was her little way of trying to work harder to get into shape. maybe if kim knew that she would be proud of gwen or something, but consequently, no one really took the stairs, so. âitâs okay.â she switched her violin case from one hand to the other, deciding that she could maybe play a little bit of hooky. she didnât think santos would really mind, as long as she still got all of her work done. âsay less. i would sign ten petitions to have three day weekends all the time.â two days to perform all day and one day to sleep and get ready to get back to work. that sounded so nice. âbut i donât know if any executive would go for that.â
east absolutely wasnât doing his ( prospective ) job, but he was still having fun âŚÂ in his brain. he giggled to himself before attempting to capture the attention of the first person he saw.  â hello! â his british accent piped happily from behind the reception desk, chin in the palm of his lightly tattooed hand,  â how are you? also ⌠can i share an idea? â the man grinned, excited to share his, in his mind, phenomenal idea.
gwen very much tried to avoid the receptionists, because their whole deal was that they were required to be friendly towards you and gwen didnât particularly like being forced into niceties. âhello.â she greeted back, thinking that she could escape after that, but when he continued she was regretting engaging. she shouldâve stuck her earphones in like she usually did on her way into the office. âi guess.â she agreed, not even answering his first question.Â
alexanderkaufmanâ:
âMy ice isnât melty,â they mumbled under their breath, taking another sip of his coffee. Maybe theyâd try it her way next time, though heâd never admit to that. âThank you for noticing.â Alexander then smiled - glad to know that theyâd been admired even from afar that night. âNo, I just know how to dress myself and how to find good clothes to do that. Iâm talented, what can I say?â Then they paused, trying to think back on that night. âIâm sure you looked good, too.â
âsure. just like youâre not full of yourself, either.â gwen liked that about alexander so she wasnât saying it to be hateful - more just to tease them. âyouâre hard to ignore.â it was true; they always showed up dressed to the nines in a way that made every eye pull towards them. if alexander was a shining beacon than gwen was their foil, a shadow going unnoticed by design. âyou kind of have to have a good eye for your job, so it makes sense.â well, they didnât have to, because gwen had had her fair share of mediocre photoshoots. but alexander was good at their job, so. âas long as i look passable iâm not worried about it. i was working, anyway.â sheâd told anyone who asked that she was hades, but really she just felt most comfortable performing in concert black. âentertainment doesnât get much notice.â gwen hadnât had to schmooze all night and sheâd loved it.
sunniefmâ:
      itâs a planner filled with color coded information about how her day was about to go spread out in front of sunnie . her day is jam - packed , and itâs only nine in the morning but sheâs already overwhelmed . for the last hour , sheâs been assisting with interviews and filling requests for vacations , so somehow color coordinating her planner is keeping her sane .  â huh ? â she questions idiotically , gripping her pink pen .  â i just , uh , it keeps me from losing my head âŚÂ color coordination i mean . âÂ
gwen was all for color coordination and organization - even if she didnât really do any of that. the most she had was important dates shoved into her calendar of performance days or gigs and that was about it - and they werenât color coded in the slightest. âthis would overwhelm me. iâm not sure how you even make time to color code at all.â considering the booked state of sunnieâs schedule it didnât seem like she had much time for anything. or perhaps... nothing. she had no time for nothing, which was gwenâs favorite thing to do.

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hecrtfeltâ:
â flying is relaxing, â nan shook her head with a soft smile.  â thatâs always my favorite part about vacations â flying myself to and from the destination. itâs beautiful, being the reason youâre above clouds and mountains instead of just sitting and observing it from a window seat. â most people, sheâd imagine, would be afraid to operate a 90,000 pound machine thousands of feet up in the air, but nan was obsessed with it. her mind was only ever clear when she was flying because controlling a jet required that. it forced her to be calm, to reign in her emotions that were always on a ten and focus instead on a few buttons and a screen. she chuckled sheepishly at gwenâs comment, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.  â iâm really considering a vacation. i feel like i need to justâŚÂ leave masters for a week, butâŚÂ i donât know. seems dramatic.  â
gwen shrugged her shoulders; her job wasnât relaxing to her. handling copyright was mostly just stressful and required her to make a lot of trips to legal. since she had friends in that department it wasnât all bad, but it wasnât very often when she fucked off and decided to not work to hang out with them. âi wouldnât be able to do that. i donât even have my driversâ license.â granted, it wasnât like she needed it in new york city, but still. âdo it. unless you really want to sacrifice a relaxing vacation for other peopleâs drama. which isnât worth it, in my opinion. if other people get to be dramatic so do you... not that going on a vacation is even dramatic.âÂ
ofbvtterfliesâ:
phoenix wasnât one to involve himself in his brotherâs love lifeâ but he wasnât even surprised in the slightest at gwenâs remark. â ehâ i donât see it.â he saw it though, and he understood itâ griffin naturally attracted people from all walks of life. he was happy when she agreed anyway despite her initial and present reluctance. he took her hands in his and led them to a spot on the dancefloor, right in the middle of all the duos dancing. he positioned himself to dance with her as respectful as possibleâ left hand on the small of her back, right hand waiting for her left. â iâm sorryââ he blurted out, something heâd blame the two drinks he had on.
gwen knew it didnât matter if phoenix saw it or not - that was the reality, seen or not. âuhuh.â griffin was a light and the people at masters were moths, eating dust... and crayons. she let him take her hands and lead her to the dance floor. a whole lifetime of ballroom dancing lessons and yet this was weird to gwen, phoenix asking to lead her and... with an apology? she hesitated before placing her hand in his, placing her hand on his shoulder, unable to keep eye contact. âfor... what?â he was pretty rotten to her in general, so was this a blanket apology or was he trying to apologize for something specific?Â
hecrtfeltâ:
nan parted her lips, fish-mouthed for a second, and then closed it, remaining silent for a beat.  â iâŚÂ i just think going on vacation right now sounds nice, â she justified lamely. was gwen anti-vacation ? had she told nan that once and it just never retained in her mind ?  â and i never have to buy plane tickets. i just fly myself. âŚis that why youâre confused ? i guess i am adding to the carbon footprint. â Â
"iâm saying itâs a vacation so why would you fly yourself. donât you want to like... relax? not worry about that stuff?â well, nan was a professional, so maybe it was less stressful to fly herself than to be flown. gwen didnât know the statistics of these things. she just knew sheâd hated and been bored on every single flight sheâd ever been on, jet or not. âyou deserve pto. itâs not about that.âÂ

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asherxlaurenceâ:
his head snapped up immediately, confused eyes shooting towards her. âwhy wouldnât i take the opportunity to become lord asher?â asher questioned back, the same amount of confusion laced in his tone. if he were being honest, he was off his shit when he made the unnecessary purchase of buying a small plot in scotland. it wasnât like he paid for it, he knew to be smarter than that. he purchased it under his bossâ account.Â
âhow do you know youâre actually a lord and you werenât just scammed by someone that took a photoshop class in high school?â gwen remembered seeing those ads circulating, but thought the whole concept was pretty stupid. god forbid asher of all people held the power of a royal title... âdoes that hold any legal weight or is it a piece of paper?âÂ
eauderesistnceâ:
quinn glanced up from her scrubbing the marbled floor of her office and wiped her brow with the back of her pink rubber gloves, âcleaning relaxes me.â she dropped the soft cotton rag into the bucket of soapy water, sighing as the subsequent splash landing on her black cigarette pants. she cursed under her breath, âtreacherous wench.âÂ
gwen pursed her lips thoughtfully, eyes narrowed. she didnât doubt that cleaning relaxed quinn, but there was a designated staff for cleaning their offices so it was kind of a moot point... couldnât she just go home and clean? âare you sure youâre alright? did something happen?â gwen knew stuff had been happening with her, but the amount of times sheâd complained about phoenix was bound to get old and was always the same story so she never brought it up.Â