cry, baby

   He smirked, and rubbed at his eyes with his left hand. “Nuh–” The groggy man started to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. Roosevelt cleared his throat again, then said, “No, your shoulder isn’t boney.” It was a lie - her shoulder was boney, but still appreciated. He put the phone and headphones into the pocket of his hoodie, and sighed as he scooted against the side of the bus to make sure she had enough room on the seat. He wasn’t ignorant of his size, and knew he took up a lot of room when he was sat properly in a seat. “So, uh- How long did you let me use your arm as a pillow?”

zahia thought fashion articles could be so needlessly censorious. she’d recently come across some that condemned pastels and rose-tinted glasses as “terrible” fashion trends, with which she strongly disagreed. pastels and rose-tinted glasses were gorgeous, adorable! the outfit she’d just caught a glimpse of, on the other hand…. “ya rab, low-rise jorts,” she muttered, averting her eyes from the ghastly clothes.

TIME:   11:42 AM LOCATION:   On a bus/train, on his way home.

   After an 18-hour shift, it took extra effort to get out of the hospital and onto a train to head home for a couple days. He was up for about 10 hours already on the day he was called-in, making it about 30 hours since he had sleep. All he could think about was some last-minute Christmas shopping, and how badly he missed his bed. Dr. Collins looked anything but professional in black sweatpants, a Golden Girls graphic tee, and a dark green hoodie only partially zipped up. A black beanie was snug on his head, and Delta Rae played from the headphones in his ears loud enough to block out commuter noise. He sat on the seat by himself against the window with his small duffle in his lap, and head leaned back on the metal bar as his eyes eventually drifted closed.

   A bump in the road shook him awake, and as he slowly came to Roosevelt realized he’d slid down the seat a little with his head rested on someone’s shoulder. He cleared his throat, and quickly corrected his posture. “I’m so sorry,” he said groggily as he pulled the headphones from his ears, and hugged his bag to him to make more room for the other person in the seat. He had no idea when he drifted asleep, how long he’d been out, or when the person sat beside him. Red-faced, he couldn’t look at the other person, and could’ve dropped dead from embarrassment right there in the seat.

with soil caked under her fingernails and smudged into her shirt, and her hair barely held up by the bright green elastic band in it, veda knew she was a sight. in new york no one would’ve looked twice at her, everyone there all too used to weirdos and just hoping no one would flash them. but as she stepped on the bus in kingfield, she held her head high and tried her best to ignore the looks she was getting. with christmas right around the corner and procrastinators flocking to her store to order bouquets last-minute, she was just about ready to punch the little old lady that looked at her like she was some kind of hoodlum. 

the only open seat was next to a big guy that looked as tired as she felt, and veda could understand why no one was sitting next to him. but he was fast asleep and she spotted a golden girls shirt underneath his hoodie, so she figured it was harmless and sat down as quietly as possible. sleep was something she valued and would never deprive someone else of, so she decided to go with the flow when his head ended up on her shoulder, pulling out her phone to keep her occupied. she had no idea how long it had been before the guy was startled awake, making an apology that she dismissed with a hand waving in the air. “ don’t worry about it; i’m honestly impressed that you didn’t wake up earlier. i’ve been told i have bony shoulders. ”

      at the latest it was happy hour, which was a perfectly fine time to start drinking, though athena wasn’t intent on over doing it, at least not this early. nursing a glass of rum and coke, the brunette sighed as a person came to sit beside her. there were plenty of open seats at the bar so that they didn’t need to sit right next to her. “ if this is for a tattoo consultation, you're going to be disappointed, i only do them at the shop. ”

      reading the local newspaper usually wasn’t his thing. it had been more a of thing his parents’ preferred to do, it was how his parents had gotten their news and he was surprised the local newspaper was still in business. for once he had looked over almost everything on his various social media platforms on his phone, so he thought what the hell, might as well read the newspaper while he waited for his food at the local diner. though most of it seemed to be feel good stuff for the town, “ there’s a dog on the front page of the paper. a dog. is this.. is this even actually news? ” he said out loud to no one in particular.

what’s up, my dudes !! it is me, admin el, and first of all i wanna thank all of you for joining !! you’re all super awespme in my books. second, here’s my garbage girl veda, and she’s got a lot of issues but pls love her down ?? alright, i’m done talking now lol

･ﾟ✧ cindy kimberly + cisfemale + she/her — have you noticed veda cosmatos around, the twenty-one year old that is from manhattan? i think they’re a florist around here. i ran into them at the diner the other day and found out that they have a snake on their hipbone. they seemed kind of evasive & apathetic, but also pretty serene & charismatic. i think victorie barnes has a mark like that, too. small world, huh? el, 21, est.