Post by Eslytt Sunderland on May 29, 2012 0:02:45 GMT -5
It had been a week, a long week in which there were times she often felt like she was on the break of tears. Tears that likely would have fallen had she not had the willpower not to allow herself to cry, to not allow herself the weakness. There was too much at stake now, alone and without a means to provide for herself, beyond what she had saved up. That money would fade in time, as she would pay her bills and other assorted costs, though that time was between three and six months depending upon how frugal she was.
She knew that the man down the hall would help her, if he knew of the situation and she asked him for it. Yet Elsie could not ask him for him, not after that awful night a week ago. She had let her feelings get in the way then, had let her beliefs cloud her judgement and had pushed him away. As much as she might have wanted to, that was a road that now was blocked off. What more a fool she would look if she ran to him now, giving up those beliefs and principals that had caused her to push him away in the first place.
It had been a week since she had curled up in a blanket on the couch and read The Prince. It was not a work that she particularly liked but... she thought maybe it could help her understand. Jamey seemed to live life like Machiavelli, maybe by picking away at the dead man's works she could figure out what it was the made Jamey tick, made him feel the way he did. Unfortunately for her, all it made her do was fall asleep, finding the work much too far from her own philosophies to keep more than a passing interest in the chapters.
Today she had had a doctor's appointment, a follow up interview with the detectives who had worked her case, and needed to do her laundry. That meant she had to go to the store and buy some detergent, which also meant that she had to buy some groceries while she was out. That was a bit of a problem it turned out as she was trying to make it from the elevator to her door when two of the bags ripped and her vegetables and fruit went splattering onto the floor. "Fucking hell! That's twenty dollars I don't have ruined!" She yelled in frustration as she looked down at the smashed remnants of bananas, tomatoes, grapes, and kiwis.
This was the last thing she needed, as she was also supposed to go meet someone at bar later in the evening. A "mutual friend" of hers and Jamey's that wanted to give her a pick me up after her ordeal, or so they said. Honestly, Elsie was not sure if she wanted to go anywhere right now or have anything to do with Jamey. The fact that she had to perjure herself for his friend was annoying enough right now on top of the misery she felt in having to relive that night for the detectives. Elsie knew they were just doing their jobs, but god damn was it horrible and degrading to have to retell time and time again.
With a resigned sigh, she tried to work her way around the immediate causes of her frustrations. Hopefully no one else would have heard her and she could clean up the mess before anyone else noticed. It would just be her day though if management or one of the fellow tenants came upon it before she could remove the evidence, especially if it was a certain male individual she was feeling quite emotionally torn over.
She knew that the man down the hall would help her, if he knew of the situation and she asked him for it. Yet Elsie could not ask him for him, not after that awful night a week ago. She had let her feelings get in the way then, had let her beliefs cloud her judgement and had pushed him away. As much as she might have wanted to, that was a road that now was blocked off. What more a fool she would look if she ran to him now, giving up those beliefs and principals that had caused her to push him away in the first place.
It had been a week since she had curled up in a blanket on the couch and read The Prince. It was not a work that she particularly liked but... she thought maybe it could help her understand. Jamey seemed to live life like Machiavelli, maybe by picking away at the dead man's works she could figure out what it was the made Jamey tick, made him feel the way he did. Unfortunately for her, all it made her do was fall asleep, finding the work much too far from her own philosophies to keep more than a passing interest in the chapters.
Today she had had a doctor's appointment, a follow up interview with the detectives who had worked her case, and needed to do her laundry. That meant she had to go to the store and buy some detergent, which also meant that she had to buy some groceries while she was out. That was a bit of a problem it turned out as she was trying to make it from the elevator to her door when two of the bags ripped and her vegetables and fruit went splattering onto the floor. "Fucking hell! That's twenty dollars I don't have ruined!" She yelled in frustration as she looked down at the smashed remnants of bananas, tomatoes, grapes, and kiwis.
This was the last thing she needed, as she was also supposed to go meet someone at bar later in the evening. A "mutual friend" of hers and Jamey's that wanted to give her a pick me up after her ordeal, or so they said. Honestly, Elsie was not sure if she wanted to go anywhere right now or have anything to do with Jamey. The fact that she had to perjure herself for his friend was annoying enough right now on top of the misery she felt in having to relive that night for the detectives. Elsie knew they were just doing their jobs, but god damn was it horrible and degrading to have to retell time and time again.
With a resigned sigh, she tried to work her way around the immediate causes of her frustrations. Hopefully no one else would have heard her and she could clean up the mess before anyone else noticed. It would just be her day though if management or one of the fellow tenants came upon it before she could remove the evidence, especially if it was a certain male individual she was feeling quite emotionally torn over.