#portbaystart

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“What exactly are you getting me into right now?” Casper asked, narrowing her eyes, “It’s bad enough you got me out of the house on a weekend - I was supposed to start painting today and everything.” Supposed to, being the keyword. She had been stuck in front of her canvas for almost two hours before they got her out the house.

“Okay please indulge me, I’m making a list of people’s favorite quotes. I’m decorating my new office and I don’t know, I want my staff to know I’m like..a cool boss. But like a takes no shit boss too. It’s about balance. So go on, hit me with a favorite quote of yours. Could be a song lyric.”

In all honesty, Elijah wasn't sure why he was doing this. It was a random thought that had stricken him and now here he was. On a street corner with his tortoise --well a tortoise, it wasn't exactly his, but that was a different story altogether-- strapped into a painting contraption of his own design on top of a canvas and a sign across Elijah's chest that read in big Dodger Blue Letters 'LET A TURTLE DRAW YOUR AURA TOTALLY FREE OF CHARGE!!!' and in smaller letters beneath it in parenthesis '(donations and tips are welcome though, just sayin'). He didn't need the money, hell didn't even think people would give him any but so far Cylde, the tortoise, was on his fifth painting and Eli had made a few people happier that day along with for some reason fifteen bucks so all was right with the world. "Step right up and have your day enhanced!" He yelled as he started to tap dance in place trying to grab the attention of someone. Really he was having too much fun with whatever this was.

“Isn’t he just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Hayat was practically squealing as she swiped through photos of her brand new nephew. “Honestly, I’m amazed I managed to leave the hospital without being escorted out for overstaying my welcome.” A sigh escaped her as she stared at her phone screen with obvious fondness. “I want like eleven.” 

it took wes quite some time to get to the front door. mostly because when the person at the other end started knocking, his brain refused to default to the possibility that he had a visitor. well... human visitor. alive visitor. when he finally did open the door to see who was knocking--he went through a very subtle facial journey. from confusion, to disappointment, to acceptance. all in one go. “i apologize for the wait,” he began. “i thought you were the ghost my realtor told me about.” he said as if it were a perfectly reasonable explanation. 

“Shit, this is forreal.” Kareem was staring at the local paper, announcing him being officially drafted to the Portland Blazers and he was still pretty in shock. “I...I guess everything is about to change. Sorry..I’m just talking out loud here. I’m in shock.”

She was now aimlessly walking through the isles of the store to waste time, she literally had nothing better to do and had acquired all of the items she needed. Well, more like wanted her cart was a mixture of household necessities and selfish indulgences. Why did she have three mugs and a new throw pillow? She saw a mug for herself, then thought of her sister and decided to get a third in case either of them broke theirs. And the pillow, well the pillow was just too adorable to leave. She had finally reached her home, as she turned her key the sound of paper ripping followed by something shattering into a million pieces, her heart sunk to her gut, "Fuck!"