11-02-2018, 05:15 AM
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HARIS ARAULLO
[table]Haris glared at the stack of papers in front of her. She loved her job, she did, but if her editor handed her another fluff piece to do she was going to shove it down his throat. She didn't become an journalist to write fluff pieces about the ducks in Central Park. She wanted to be able to travel and find the truth of things and then watch the chaos of the fall out. She thought it would give her a free pass to travel and talk to people. Apparently not. Why she hadn't found another job was beyond her. She could take up thievery, it was apart of her domain, but she didn't think it was a great idea. She didn't need anyone suspicious and asking questions about her sudden flux of income. She just wanted to go home and take a nice, hot shower, put on fluffy pjs--
Her phone buzzed beside her. She swiped the device open and didn't bother to hid the small grin that flickered to life on her features. She had forgotten it was Halloween. How, she had no idea. She'd been counting down since August. The work day seemed to drag on after that. She practically shoved Brenda from accounting down the stairs in her rush to leave. Haris couldn't find it in herself to feel bad about it, Brenda was awful. She microwaved fish for lunch every single day.
The city moved in a blur past her as she raced home. Buses and subways were too slow for her taste. Right now, she needed to move, she didn't care how many people she shoved into gutters. Haris loved this city, she really did. It was always moving, a center of information passed from one place to another. It was as if it was built specifically for her. She loved Olympus, she loved Greece, but New York never rested and neither did she. There's always something to do.
The door to her apartment closed with a loud slam behind her. Her shoulders rose in a cringe at the sudden obnoxious noise. It was like the thing was weighted, maybe she'd have someone take a look at it. She didn't need the whole building knowing when she came and went. The old woman across the hall was nosy enough, Haris didn't want to give her a reason to peep across the hall.
In record time, Haris was dressed and bounding down the fire escape. She paused as her feet touched the asphalt. Should she leave a bowl of candy out? But then she'd never see the bowl again. Did she even buy candy? She had no idea. With a dismissive shrug of her shoulders she made her way toward the party.
Her phone buzzed beside her. She swiped the device open and didn't bother to hid the small grin that flickered to life on her features. She had forgotten it was Halloween. How, she had no idea. She'd been counting down since August. The work day seemed to drag on after that. She practically shoved Brenda from accounting down the stairs in her rush to leave. Haris couldn't find it in herself to feel bad about it, Brenda was awful. She microwaved fish for lunch every single day.
The city moved in a blur past her as she raced home. Buses and subways were too slow for her taste. Right now, she needed to move, she didn't care how many people she shoved into gutters. Haris loved this city, she really did. It was always moving, a center of information passed from one place to another. It was as if it was built specifically for her. She loved Olympus, she loved Greece, but New York never rested and neither did she. There's always something to do.
The door to her apartment closed with a loud slam behind her. Her shoulders rose in a cringe at the sudden obnoxious noise. It was like the thing was weighted, maybe she'd have someone take a look at it. She didn't need the whole building knowing when she came and went. The old woman across the hall was nosy enough, Haris didn't want to give her a reason to peep across the hall.
In record time, Haris was dressed and bounding down the fire escape. She paused as her feet touched the asphalt. Should she leave a bowl of candy out? But then she'd never see the bowl again. Did she even buy candy? She had no idea. With a dismissive shrug of her shoulders she made her way toward the party.
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