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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 1:40:14 GMT
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The clock finally struck six p.m., granting Gavin a free man. It'd been a long day at the local grocery store- where he worked behind the pharmacy counter whilst battling schooling to dabble it the medical field- and the hands on the clock had been moving slower and slower as the day dragged on, but now it was time to hang up his white coat and lock down his corner of the store. In all honesty, the only reason Gavin even got a job was to keep himself occupied during the long hours of the day. With Ellie off sketching up new trends and sewing fabric together at the job she landed a month or so back, it left him with a lot of free time on his hands. What better way to waste away the day than practicing doing what he played to make a living out of? It was a spur of the moment thing, really, to spurge on a responsibility like that. It was all new, decided on whim that he wanted something more- wanted to help in the only way he could. His father’s cancer hadn’t been caught in time, so Gavin had set himself a goal to prevent others from suffering that fate.
Ellie was a fashion designer. Gavin was striving to be a doctor.
Rather than heading home, a place he really didn’t spend much time anyways, he followed the familiar route to his girlfriend’s residence. His red sneakers scuffed against the concrete sidewalk as he kicked a rock along the path, his hands tucked into the pocket of the khakis he was forced to wear for work, a plain white tee covering his chest. Hair pulled back with the summer breeze, Gavin mentally noted that he needed it trimmed- something he probably wouldn’t get around to until Ellie forced him too. At just the thought of her bugging him to cut his untamed locks, a grin spreads over his lips and a blush tinted his cheeks a soft shade of pink. Puppy love at its finest.
It took ten minutes, tops, for him to reach her house, his hand coming to softly knock at her door. He had a key, but knew better than to intrude on work nights- things could get rather hectic in there without him barging in, so he played it safe and waited for her to answer the door.
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Post by Eleanor Grinch on Jun 21, 2015 9:59:02 GMT
[googlefont="Pacifico"][attr="class","titlelyric1"]Gimme love [attr="class","titlelyric2"]Gimme dreams Gimme a good self-esteem [googlefont="Arimo"][attr="class","bigtemplatey"] [attr="class","postycontainery"] [attr="class","postytextboxy"]Work was a chore, but Ellie would be lying if she said she didn't love it. It was what she'd dreamed of doing for so long, and now that it was finally happening she really couldn't be happier. Never in a million years would she think that she'd actually get anywhere in the fashion industry- after all, she was just a normal girl from district 6, a lesser known district. But here she was, in the Capitol, slowly building a name up for herself out of nothing. Obviously she hadn't done it completely by herself, Gavin had helped a lot, without him she honestly thought there was a high chance she'd be dead right now, and if she wasn't then she was sure she never would have gone to the interview that started this all without his pep talks. Gavin had done so much for her.
Currently, she was working on some designs for a project she'd been set to do. It was pretty difficult, actually, as her taste wasn't as... extreme as a lot of the other designs and Capitol goers, so she had to create things she didn't even particularly like just so they stood a chance at being used. Still, she was getting used to it, and she understood that you had to do what you had to do, and maybe one day she'd be influential enough to change what the Capitol wore. The Capitols awful style was the least of her worries right now, though. The model she had lined up to show case the designs, well, no longer wanted to do it, for whatever reason. Ellie knew she could get another model no trouble, but it had sent her anxiety through the roof, and she couldn't get rid of the nagging fear at the back of her mind that this was somehow going to completely wreak her career.
A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she sighed lightly. She didn't really need to wonder who it was as Gavin was the only person that tended to come round- she didn't have that many friends left. She got up and padded over to the door, quickly peering through the peek hole to make sure it was him before swinging open the door. "Thank God you're here" She mumbled, dragging him into the house as she swung the door shut. She didn't give him much time to do anything, as she wrapped him in a hug almost right away.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 6:34:31 GMT
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The clock“Woah, woah,” Gavin breathed out as his girlfriend latched herself onto him without a moment of hesitation. Not waiting a second, his arms looped around her waist and pulled her close, his cheek resting against the top of her head as he tried to comfort her- though he wasn’t even too sure what the problem even was. Raising one hand to card through her hair as he cooed out silent reassurances, the other rubbed the small of her back. This had been a customary route of action, for it always eased her, and now it was just instinct. A go to thing to try to get Ellie to relax.
Once she seemed to have gained her cool just a bit, Gavin leaned back some- only enough to catch her eye. Moving his hands to cup her elbows, he sought out her gaze and threw on the softest of smiles he could manage. “Not that I don’t love your hugs,” he started, his voice light with a hint of humor, “But why so eager?” Studying her face for a moment before turning his attention to the living room of her apartment, he noted the disarray of designs and the frantatic patterns on her rug- as if she had been pacing. Facing her once more, he let his eyes find hers as he raked his brain for what today was, for what could have caused this panic in the girl he loved so. Nibbling on his lip, he cocked his head as a hint of an idea popped into his head. Her deadlines were soon, and she was already freaking about not being ‘Capitol’ enough, and all she really needed to do was make final touches on the clothes she’d already made and adjust the plans for the ones she hadn’t. Which meant she needed a model.
And there wasn’t one in sight.
Hopping on that train of thought, he vocalized his inquiry. “Ellie, where’s your model? Wasn’t there supposed to be one here today?” Keeping his hands firm around her arms, he let his gaze roam over her face, searching in her reaction for a tip that he was in the right direction. That maybe she was fretting over them being late and the time it would cost her. Or if there had been an accident on their end, which resulted in her not getting someone to poke with needles while altering sizes and to wear her new designs. Which wasn’t good.
Though there was a chance that this was something else. That maybe something was wrong with her and he was reading this all wrong. Gulping at the thought, he prompted her to answer, encouraging her with a questioning, “Babe?”
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Post by Eleanor Grinch on Aug 15, 2015 23:03:35 GMT
[googlefont="Pacifico"][attr="class","titlelyric1"]Gimme love [attr="class","titlelyric2"]Gimme dreams Gimme a good self-esteem [googlefont="Arimo"][attr="class","bigtemplatey"] [attr="class","postycontainery"] [attr="class","postytextboxy"]There was something so calming about having Gavin’s arms around her, like he had the power to hush the voices in her mind that were doing their best to make her paranoid and riddled with anxiety, if only for a short moment. And then he began rubbing her lower back and tracing his fingers through her hair, which were both always things that had calmed her down, no matter who was doing it, really. It practically completely silenced her worries. It was only a temporary fix, of course, but a temporary fix was better than nothing before she could actually sort her muddled thoughts and come up to a solution for her problem.
She closed her eyes as her head rested on his chest, her breathing matching the rhythm of his as they hugged for too-short minute or so before he pulled away. While she was calmer now she still didn’t want to alter their embrace, and that was shown in the way she practically dragged her head away from the position it had been in when she’d been leaning on him, and opened her eyes to meet back with his dark iris’. Her hands found his arms and wrapped lightly around his biceps as he cupped her elbows, and she couldn’t stop herself from releasing a sigh at his question. “It’s just been a pretty stressful day” She told him, then watched as he looked around her living room, all the gears moving in his mind before they clicked into place and he realised what was wrong. She was alone in the apartment, up until now, and she really, really wasn’t meant to be.
Today was meant to be the day that her model had come round for fittings and alterations, but she wasn’t anywhere in sight, and hadn’t been all day. She had no idea why the girl suddenly didn’t want to model for her, it could have been that something serious and family based had come up, so she literally couldn’t do it, but Ellie couldn’t help but think of the girl as a bit of a selfish bitch. It was hard not too when she could have wrecked the start of her career.
She stared up at Gavin, wanting to tell him he was right, that the model was meant to be here but she wasn’t, and that Ellie was panicking because there was so much still to do and his could completely fuck her over, but she couldn’t find the words. Because if she said he was right then it would all be true, and she could be finished before she’d even begun. After his prompting question she found it in herself to nod, and was almost surprised that tears sprung to her eyes as she made the small gesture. Forcing him back into a hug to try and hide her damp eyes she spoke again, but her voice was quiet and strained, and gave away the fact she was trying not to cry. “She didn’t turn up today. I don’t know why. I got a message saying she couldn’t do it, though, or she didn’t want to. I don’t know”
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