Spoken Secrets And Lunch ~Hale~

[carla katy znader]

/////Now You're Asking Me To Show
---What I'm Holding Oh So Tightly/////

/////Can't Open My Hands

---Can't Let Go/////[/right][/color]

Work, what a wonderful think to have to do. A thing that people have to do to live. Or just waste time for some. For Carla it was a place of hell and boredom but it was much better than having to watch her mother’s best friends twins. Now that hob was to hell and back for anyone. Made Cary a little happy that she would never have to have children. Well unless the girl she would be with wanted one. Then they would just get an older female.

With that Cary let her fingers run carelessly through her brown bangs that had been hanging in front of her face for the last five minutes. As her fingers reached the very tips of her hair did they fall in loosely behind her ear. With a short sigh she then placed her elbows on the glass front counter. After that Cary placed her hands in her face and looked broadly out into space.

Normally the shop was full of people, but today seemed to be different. Yet Cary found looking at her mother’s poplar small shop more boarding than usual. Maybe it was because the ratio was broken, Hale was out so neither Carla or her mother asked him to try to fix it. For some odd reason he wasn’t home this morning, kinda bugged Cary to find her big brother not home in the morning. She worried about him a lot. Only that was normal thing to do, so she tried not to bug him about things like that too much.

Letting her deep brown eyes move about the room did she spot Molly the only other worker here besides her mother who was in the back doing only god knows what. Molly was just a little older then Cary, but there was really no room for conversation. For one Cary didn’t like talking and two Molly seemed to keep herself busy with refolding clothing and straightening out other small things. With all of that , Cary was sadly stuck with counter today and had nothing better to do than stare blankly at nothing.

The only good thing that seemed to be going on today for her was the fact she had lunch coming up father soon. With that though in mind did Cary bring her glaze away from the empty room to the window just a few feet away from her. She knew clearly why things happened to be so slow today. It was most likely because there was not a cloud in that bright blue summer sky. What a lovely thing it was.

Only she couldn’t help but wonder if it just looked nice out or if it really was. She could surely see that there were many people walking by on the boardwalk, but that still really didn’t answer her question. There were always people on the boardwalk. Plus with the cool air rushing over her pale skin every second she couldn’t really tell just how hot it really was out there. On a day like this it would surely be nice to see Hale and go out for a little hang out. The two of them didn’t do that too much anymore.

Hale was always hanging out with his best friend Ash. Hell half the time he left in the middle of the night to go out. Cary thought it was insane something’s, but she was just happy he was. But Hale and Ash were pretty much the only things to really put a real smile on her face anymore. Yet she still had yet to tell Hale about that night two years back. Well and the fact she did not like guys in the right way anymore. Both of those were going to be big shockers to him.

Cary had only just told her mother she was gay a few weeks ago. Only she still held on ever so tightly on to her deepest secret. That seemed to be the one thing she couldn’t let go of, ever. Just thinking about it now made her eyes slowly become glossy and watery.

Bring her one hand up quickly did she ran it across her bare eyes. Removing any water from her lovely deep brown eyes. Clear of any type of tear did they look. It was almost as if she hadn’t almost started crying at all and just simply looked sad. Only that was nothing new to anyone, well besides Hale. Cary never let her sadness show around him. She didn’t want him losing sleep over her unspoken words.

“Carla, just going to the bathroom be right back darling.” Molly called out of the blue with a small wave of her deep brown hand. After that she made her way towards the back to the staff bathrooms. Cary didn’t get a word out and left her laughing weakly to herself. Once again did she glace away from the empty shop and back to the bright blue sky, just waiting for someone to come into this small little shop.

Playing Out// Surrender --Barlow Girl
Spoken For\\ Hale
News To// 842
Dress Up\\ Outfit

[hale znader .,]

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× "Shuuuuuush!" A harsh groan left Hale's dry throat, his eyelids clenching together more tightly from the rays of sun seeping past the drapes. His fingers pushed into his hairline, nails gripping against the strands as the alarm clock continued to sound off. With each chime, the male flinched, another echo spinning around in his head like an empty hallway. Apparently, he hadn't been all there the night before, and set his alarm before passing out. Unlucky for him, it was his day off. Maybe it had been his exhaustion, or the throbbing in his shoulder from where that bitch of a vampire clawed at. Either way, whatever it was, Hale wasn't happy about being woken up earlier than he wanted.

× Pulling his head up from the pillow, his eyelids slowly opened, and he instantly regretted it. The light was bright, hitting against his face. Groaning, he pushed off of his stomach and rolled onto his side, his arm stretched out for his alarm clock on the night stand. With a huff, he yanked it up and through it across the room. It hit his closet doors and smashed to the ground, no longer sounding off the annoying alarm. With a smug smile, Hale rolled back over onto his stomach and stuffed his hands under his pillow, settling back into a comfortable position to go back to sleep in. It didn't take long for sleep to come, either. He was dead beat from the hunt in the graveyard, and it clearly showed with the dark circles under his eyes. He wanted to get a little more sleep before he went to go see his Sister. She worried about him enough as it was.

× The next thing to wake Hale up was his cell phone. He had gotten another couple hours of sleep, so he was more awake this time as he reached over and pulled it off the stand. With a lazy shuffle onto his back, he flipped it open and pressed it against his ear. "Yeah?" It wasn't a nice greeting, and his voice was still thick with sleep, but he didn't give a shit. It was two in the afternoon, whoever was calling should've been smarter than to call him. "You wanna borrow my what? Why?" It was Ash, asking if he could borrow the Impala for the day. Something about library work, or something. Sitting up, he racked his hand through his hair, before dropping his arm down to scratch his bare chest. "Fuck, I guess so . . . But if you get one scratch on her, God help me." Saying goodbye, he closed the phone and kicked his blankets off his legs. Standing up, readjusting his boxers, he dropped his phone onto his bed and shuffled out of his room.

× Padding down the hallway, the wooden floor cold against his bare feet, he made it to the bathroom. Not bothering to close to door, knowing that everyone was at work, he started the shower. When the water was warm enough, he slipped out of his boxers and got in, closing the glass door behind him. It didn't take him long to finish up, all he really had to do was wash himself, and his hair. Pulling the knobs off, he pushed his hands over his hair, smoothing it back and out of his face. Hooking his hand around the glass sliding door, he slid it open ajar and poked his head and arm out, reaching for his towel. Immediately, he stopped moving, his eyes connecting with the figure in the door frame. Jem.

× The doberman barked, seating herself patiently at the only exit from the bathroom, her black eyes watching him. It was clear to see that Hale and Jem didn't get along, not at all. Carla, on the other hand, got the good pass from Jem. Even though Jem had originally been his own, she was giving Hale the back end of things. Not that he cared too much, he had a lot more other things to take care of than a dog. He just wished that she wasn't such a bitch to him half the time. "Shoo, mutt. Get outta here, ya perv." This time Hale received a small growl in return. Narrowing his eyes into dangerous slits, he quickly reached for his towel and pulled it off the rack. Just as fast, he pulled it inside the shower, banging his arm against the sliding glass door on his way. Cursing, he groaned and wrapped the towel around his waist, rolling his eyes. He could still see the female dog through the glass, though it was blurred all to hell.

× Making sure his towel was secured on his waist, Hale opened the doors fully this time, his eyes staring Jem down. With one of his hands gripping the knot that he had made with his towel, he slowly stepped out of the shower onto the bathmat, his eyes still locked on Jem's. Frowning, he took another step forward, and the doberman instantly stood up, her eyes dangerously watching him. "Uh, for Christ sakes, dog! Get the hell outta my way!" Rolling his eyes, he reached down and grabbed his boxers. With a wicked smile curing his lips, he was fast. Throwing them at her head, she was a little lagged, and couldn't catch them in time before they covered her eyes and snout. Hale, thinking quickly, dashed for the door and leaped over the dog as she tried desperately to separate the boxers and her head.

× Quickly, Hale dashed down the hallway and pushed inside his room. Closing the door, he sighed, leaning against it. It had been like this for a while, having to fight his way out of the bathroom, his room, or the kitchen. You'd think the dog had something better to do than torment him like this. Shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the cold sting the air was pushing against his bare skin, he moved over towards his closet. Picking up the alarm clock, pieces hanging off here and there, he tossed it into the garbage can. Leaning down, he grabbed a pair of jeans and two shirts. One a muscle shirt, kind of bright, though it felt nicely, the other a pale green t shirt. Laying the shirts out onto his bed, he found another pair of boxers and slipped them on. Next, he pulled the clean-looking jeans up to his waist, doing them up, before wrapping a belt through the loops. Turning his back from his door, he moved to hook his towel up on his closet hook, when he heard a scratch at his door.

× Hale thought he had closed the door fully, so he didn't bother turning around. It wasn't until he heard Jem growling that he turned around. Instantly, his jaw pulled open, and he shot the dog a furious glare. She was tugging around the shirts he had just laid on the bed, tearing at them viciously. "The fuck are you doing!?" Hale stomped towards her and she instantly dropped the threads. He took another angry step, and she turned on her paws and high tailed it down the stairs. Growling under his breath, Hale picked up the shirt and muscle shirt, looking at the collar in both garments. She had ripped a nasty hole in the green t shirt, and there were a little holes in the orange one. Sighing, he whipped her saliva off of them with his hanging towel, and pulled them on. He couldn't care less about holes, as long as his goods were covered. Of course, he'd yell at Carla to do something about her dog before she ripped up anything else of his, even if he kind of deserved it. Hale knew that if someone dropped a pair of boxers on his face, he wouldn't be that nice to their clothes either.

× By the time he was in the kitchen, Ash had already taken the Impala to the University library. Hale couldn't help but think he was a little nerd because of it. No one spent their day off searching up shit on vampires. Especially not in a library like that. Though, he suited it. He looked like he'd be in University, so it made things a little easier when they had to lie their way inside, or out of a situation. Hale, on the other hand, if he didn't have Ash by his side, he wouldn't be able to get himself out of that mess. He'd get thrown out, or the cops called. And, if there was one thing he hated more than Vampires, it was the law, and the ones enforcing it.

× Grabbing his house keys, he slipped into his boots and pulled himself out the door. Locking it, he almost skipped down the porch steps into the driveway, when he remembered that his baby wasn't there. Hale was too accustomed to her being waiting for him, that he had forgotten in the short time it took to look out his kitchen window, until now. Pushing onto the sidewalk, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, and headed towards the store on the boardwalk.

× It took longer than what Hale would've wanted, but he didn't mind too much. He had grabbed some food for his Sister and him to munch on while he was visiting her. He had left the afternoon the day before, and he knew that she would've noticed his absence in the morning as well, so this was his way of making it up to her. A brown paper bag was in his hand, his fingers curled around the top as he pushed into the store, a tray that held their drinks in his opposite one. Carla seemed off in thought, so he didn't bother saying anything, knowing that he'd have the element of surprise. Reaching the counter, he slammed the bag down with a loud thud, and smirked when she jumped. "Hungry, slacker?" He pushed the bag towards her, and pulled out his cup of coffee from the tray, opening it hastily and taking a large swig. Hmm . . . caffeine. "Thought I'd stop by, see what you were doin'."

× With a small sigh, he let the cup of coffee rest on the counter, reaching into the bag and pulling out a large hamburger for himself. He took a small bite, wanting to take his time, so it didn't seem that he was sticking around just for her after he was finished. He loved Carla, but he didn't want her to know that he was looking over her as much as he was. His eyes trailed over her face, his eyebrows pulling together in slight confusion. She looked like she had been crying, or was about to. No matter how much she tried to hide it, Hale could tell. He had been her brother for quite a while, and he knew when something was bugging her. Frowning, he pushed around the counter and pulled up a stool, sitting himself down. Leaning into her, he pulled his shirt out a bit, showing her the collar, hoping she'd cheer up a little at his misfortune. "Jem, apparently, doesn't like my choice in clothing anymore."

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lyrics: me vs. the world - halofriendlies
notes: hoooooly shit, that was long. o-o
outfit: here.
tagged: carla

[carla katy znader]

/////Now You're Asking Me To Show
---What I'm Holding Oh So Tightly/////

/////Can't Open My Hands

---Can't Let Go/////[/right][/color]

Carla's mind seemed to move farther and farther away from the little shop on the boardwalk and deeper into her mind. Thoughts were crazy in there and she knew she was completely spaced out. the opening and closing of the door just a few feet didn't bring her back. Not even the loud ring of the door did anything to bring her back to the real fucked up world.

Maybe it was because her deep thoughts knew she someone else would do something about it. Only with a loud sound right by her hands she felt herself jump a little before quickly looking for where the noise came from. she felt a small frown pull on her lips as she first spotted a brown paper bag and two drinks, only with a sound of a voice she knew right away why they where there.

The smile finally came over her lips as she looked up to she Hale. Her brother for once came to see her. He should after that he had been pulling off lately. Sure he was old enough to come and go as he wished but Carla didn't like the night at all anymore and worried greatly about what her brother could be getting himself with. After all he was cocky and not the smartest when it came to people. Picking fights, she just hoped that Ash was keeping him in line.

"One I'm not the slacker in the family and two, yes, yes I am. Oh and three you just saved me from hell." she said with a small laugh well pulling the brown bag closer to her to take a small peek inside it. Seeing the hamburger she rolled her eyes and knew right away that she should have known that was what he got her. After that she pulled her own drink over and took a small sip.

"What else do I do?" She asked him well keeping the drink close to her full lips, well looking over at Hale from the corner of her eye. Hale should know that she doesn't go out anymore, hell she was surprised he hadn't said anything about it yet. Maybe it really did look like mum need the help, but really half the time she was just here to kill the time. Plus she got cash out of the deal, it was nice.

Just then Hale too a large bite out of her food. Man he sure could pack it down fast. Sometimes she didn't know where her put all the food he ate. He was like a black hole on earth. Everything he ate didn't really go anywhere, maybe that was the reason he was always eating and never got fat. But then again, Hale was very fit, only Carla never knew he worked out. It was an odd thing about Hale.

Only before she could comment again, Hale leaned closer to her and pulled out his shirt. Carla frown a little, it was all ripped. He looked like he had been attacked by something. Only with the few words that left Hale's mouth she couldn't help but laugh. "You really do need to learn to get along with her. If you want I can fix that later. Just leave it on my bed." She said with a bright smile and a small shrug of her shoulder.

Placing her cup back down she looked around the room to see Molly come out of the bathroom. She frown a little and then glanced back at Hale. Molly hadn't seen Hale before and Carla always sees Molly being a whore with any good looking male that came in here. So she need to get Hale to the back and fast. "Come on, lunch break." She said in her normally low and calm voice.

Getting up she picked up the brown bag and then her drink in the other hand. "And if your wondering why were moving, your going to make a mess up here. Mom will be pissed." She said glancing at Hale as she work her way pass him.

Only Carla stopped short as she heard a voice she really didn't want to hear at that very moment. "Hey Carla, who's this?" Slowly turning all the way around with a tight grip on her brown fast food bag she gave a weak smile towards Molly. Carla bite down on her lip a little and took in a slow breath. Should she lie? Or should she just say it.

"Ah. . . this is my. . ."

Playing Out// Surrender --Barlow Girl
Spoken For\\ Hale
News To// 768
Dress Up\\ Outfit