#rcsecolor

          claire had been home for a while now. it’s not every day you come home to your best friend’s nissan rogue in your driveway without you being home. the confusion turned to straight disgust when she walked in the house and heard what evidently sounded like ramona and ember having a wonderful time down the hall. fear she had no place, claire inhaled deeply and took to tidying up her desk. thankfully the sounds stop once there’s a certain... satisfaction. claire perks up when she hears the door open and ember comes out, hardly startled by claire’s presence. “oh, hey, babe,” ember remarks, heading into the kitchen to wash her hands and get a glass of water. 

          claire turns on her heels, furrowing brows at ember who is now leaning on the counter, hand on her hip. “uh-- so,” claire starts, but ember waves her hand, moving to drink some of the water down. “right,” claire continues. “so, i did hear that right. cool. so what’s up? why don’t you--?” get the fuck out? claire can’t find the right ending that doesn’t sound so strung with anger, but she subconsciously gestures to the door, regretfully showing her hand. 

          ember nods, knowing that look on claire’s face. “sure, of course.” ember moves to the door, sliding her shoes on. she fixes her sweats, tosses her jacket over her arm and swings her bag over her shoulder. “love you, girl. i’ll text you.” and she’s leaving, respectfully.

Essam didn’t say anything about the visible trails tears have left on her cheeks even as she wiped them out; he could hear by her voice just how much this was affecting her and it sucked. This kind of industry was ruthless, many wanted in because it was great pay and amazing job, really, and to be a young, educated woman like herself fighting her way through it had to be hard. Even more so when you had bunch of other assholes making it more difficult. His brows furrowed when she let him know her previous job had some sort of a similar initiation, he couldn’t relate to it so he didn’t say anything about it. “Of course it’ll blow over. Either they’ll get bored of it or someone new will come in to catch their attention.”he said with a shrug, it was the harsh truth of this work place. 

“But hey, I don’t know if you heard about this hackathon that will be organized in about two weeks. We talked to the manager today about it, it hasn’t went public yet among the staff.”he began as he leaned against the building with his shoulder. “Basically selected artists, coders and technologists will team up, collaborate and develop prototypes of game art projects. I know for a fact John will be picking his team. Because I’m the one picking the other.”he then said with a slight smirk growing onto his lips since he knew John was the biggest bully around when it came to newbies. “I want to set the record straight with him and win this thing. And I thought about picking you; I saw your resume, you’re incredibly talented.”he murmured with a soft huff. “And I think you’d take quite a satisfaction in beating him, plus it’d shut him up for good when it comes to you.”

after sending that ‘we need to talk’ text, sekani was nervous. she didn’t really know how to say it. she really liked adonis, but when she went out with him the first time, she didn’t know who he was. and after she didn’t sign up to have her pictures all over the blogs or to have random people commenting under her posts and tagging her. still, she opened the door when he knocked and couldn’t help but smile. “hey... come in,” she said, stepping aside to let him into her home, which happened to be next door to his grandmother’s. 

“  i would've followed all the way to the GRAVEYARD. ”