#mfamstarter

Emma was having a rough day; at least to say the least. She dropped her tea right before work, was running around the clinic all day, and her lunch.... it tasted horrible. She sighed, her blond hair a mess, sinking into the park bench, her head falling back. Emma loved her job, but today was a bit different. “Leave me here to die...” she mumbled, head falling back and eyes closed.

“Buddy, it’s my day off, I don’t have to listen to your drunk problems,” Alexandria spoke, cutting off the man that had sat next to her at the bar. “And no, I don’t want a really bad pickup line, so--” She waved him off, heaving a sigh of relief when he muttered and walked away, leaving her alone.

Alex is aggrivated. It was evident. From the tapping of the pen against his notebook to the uneaten breakfast sandwich that sat on the plate beside him. It was weird. He’d been getting plenty of sleep, actually eating food, and keeping himself busy. But he was aggravated. He sighed in frustration, scribbling out the words on his page. It’s going to be another long day.

Jordan had been sitting in the park for what seemed like days. It was only a couple of hours. But within those couple of hours he had been trying to write a song .Occasionally he would jot down words, going back to his guitar to see if they sounded right put too music. But he had had enough, sighing and falling on his back, “Fuck feelings.” He stated aloud. 

Adjusting to normal life after coming back from the dead was not something anyone would take easily. So with the added ‘problem’ of his new powers, for Ace it was even more difficult. He had become somewhat of a hermit since his return. He was staying with Charlotte, and only let a small amount of people to see him - and even then speaking was rare. Today was no different, except he had ventured to the window in the room to looked outside. He had been watching a clear sky until thick clouds started to cover it and thunder and lightening ensued. 

“Come on! Please? It’s just a couple photos to put up in the shop and maybe some fliers! I’ll even bake you cookies!”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.” Jake said as he slid onto the nearest open bar stool, and waved for the bartender. It was becoming more of a habit, ending up drinking every night, but it seemed like the most mindless use of his time. “First round’s on me, what d’you say?”