One Step Closer To The Edge And I'm About To Break (OPEN)

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Noah stopped at the coffee shop at seven in the evening and grabbed a black coffee with two shots of espresso. He was miserable. He was stressed. He was tired.

But he wasn’t allowed to be miserable. He wasn’t allowed to be stressed. He wasn’t allowed to be tired.

Each day was a struggle.

He downed the coffee and ordered a refill, then hit the road. He had class in an hour. He had gotten off work thirty minutes ago. He’d been run-run-running since the sun came up. He really didn’t sleep anymore. Sometimes he would just kind of pass out, but never proper sleep. He had had to start ponying up and hire a nanny of sorts since Jillian needed medical help and he was booked solid. He found a bench in one of the little parks in New Rome. He dropped his messenger bag there and sat down, stretching his arms high above him, one human, the other gleaming metal. With the flesh one, he rubbed his burning eyes. They were always burning. He reached in the bag and pulled from a small pocket a bottle of eye drops and dripped them into his eyes. He was torn. He needed to study. Or at least, he always felt this way. The more he studied, the better he’d do. That was his mentality. But he could definitely go with a cat nap too. He looked at his bag longingly. Not because the learning brought forth from the books inside, but the head support those books could provide.

He decided to do something else that might calm him. He shoved the eye drops back in place – a bottle he kept reusing with his own mixture since he didn’t want to waste money – and pulled out his journal. He flipped through in a way most people wouldn’t bother to. It was hidden between the back’s blank pages. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if his writing ever reached that point in the book.

Ah, there it was. His budget. Since he was the only income at this point, he knew what was coming in. He had tallied up how much he made in a month at the top, and below were columns of expenses. The student loan he got out was taking care of school, but there were still groceries, electricity and water bills, and a big space of saving up for everything the baby would need. You couldn’t second hand everything. He heaved a big sigh. He was so not ready. And he didn’t have a lot of time left.

TAG: @ OPEN
WORDS: 430
NOTES: Someone take it this time!!!!

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Josh usually needed some good calories in his system to function properly, no matter the time of the day. He was always eating something and drinking something. daily he ate more or less 10 thousand calories, somepeople would be fat or dead after that, but for Josh it was easy, and now that he was in his 20's he ate only that, as a teen he used o eat more or less 15 thousand, nowadays he ate that only when he spent the whole day with his child. And soon would be not only one but two, and well the second one was going to be half nymph... that would meant he would need again the 15 thousand maybe.

that evening he ran into the coffee shop and ordered the usual caramel capucchino, yes... caffeine to a Mercury boy wasn't smart, but he could deal with it very well, sugar was also good, he would need that, he was planning to take his wife to dine in Japan, their favorite spot. so maybe he would also include a coffee for her, and warm milk for Tristan, that boy should be relaxed if they were taking him to japan too. He hadn't done anything nice for her lately, he had been adjusting to her newself... but now he wanted to make her fall for him again... or maybe just a bit more.

He ran out and bumped into a foot and spilled his caramel one on the owner of the foot, but was fast enough to lift the book and notes of the guy who was sitting there. "hey man, I'm sorry... sometimes I don't see where I'm going..." suddenly he recognized him. He had been taken by the government too. He had seen him being totured, in fact he thought that they had been cell neighbors. "you... Rearch... right?" he asked and then waited for a moment. "I'm Joshua Rogers... we met... in not very nice circumpstances..."

Tag:Noah Rearch
Words: 321
Notes: Sorry the shortness. muse is coming back slowly.

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Noah was in bad shape. He felt the familiar buzz of the caffeine kicking in as he sat there, coursing through his veins and attempting to wake him up. What the caffeine couldn’t do, his discipline did. He was bullying himself into being awake. The edge of the journal made a soft crunching sound and he eased his grip, not having realized that he was even doing it. And that had been his flesh hand! It was a wonder the coffee cup in the mechanical hand wasn’t destroyed. Just to show it who was boss, he took a long swig of the pungent mixture. He was tempted to go to the bar – just one beer – but alcohol was more expensive than black coffee and he had to be on his game for tonight’s lecture.

Deep breath. Deep breath. The air was getting cool as the sun set, but the mugginess of the day still lingered. His work black pants and button-up white shirt were stuffy, and he was glad at least that his metal arm didn’t feel uncomfortable. One less body part to worry about.

Then again, hot liquid on you was not pleasant either, and that was exactly what happened after that. His foot jerked with a blow and hot liquid splashed on his torso, making his crisp white shirt wet and stained. “Hey!” he exclaimed, mostly out of surprise, as he looked up quickly at the culprit. He glares at the figure towering over him as he plucked his shirt away from his stomach and chest. He really wasn’t paying attention to him, though. His mind was so fuddled lately anyway.

Then the other man said his name and Noah stopped short, with a new kind of surprise. Joshua Rogers? Hey, that was the one who married the weird chick, right? He knew her last name was Rogers. Then this Joshua fellow mentioned the not very nice circumstances and it clicked. He frowned in concentration, eyes narrowed slightly to somehow see him better in the dusky light. “Josh… Good gods, man! Yeah, I remember you! Probably the sanest person in that cell row! Still don’t know how you did it.” Memories of the place washed over him and he let out a heavy sigh and rubbed the place where flesh met machine as if to will it to not recall it’s birth. “What are you doing out here at this hour? Your family isn’t waiting on you to share dinner?”

TAG: @josh
WORDS: roughly 425. I don't want to recount XP
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