Well now. This isn't depressing at ALL.

So I have, by some grace of God, finnished my POV scene. Actually...two of them. (And because Lauren will kill me otherwise) I shall post both of them.

The problem is though....they don't SOUND like guys to me... 'cept for the fact they spend far too much time paying attention to certain aspects...and their names...then again how do you make something sound like a guy? We kind of all probably would think along the same line depending on things....course...I'm not a guy--so I dunno (and I can't REALLY go by what my guy frineds think because, really, they are NOWHERE near the 'average' joe. Ha. no pun intended.)

I dunno*shrugs*

My favorite..as in despite how much I truly hate it, I love it...will be the first one I post. I think it's my favorite because it's actually a scene I want to use in LOA just with different charactors now that I've written it.

So.

Uh.

Cowabunga (.......?)

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I looked over at her as she sat down, heaving a heavy sigh as she did so, her golden-brown hair shinning brightly against the sun. She had taken so long to even enter the building that we all weren’t sure she ever would but now; as I saw her sit down not far from me I wished more than anything I could stop the pain she felt.

They had been her siblings, her family, and, of all people, she was taking the brunt of everything. Her normally bright green eyes were dull, clouded and looked as gray as rain clouds. Her face was sullen….not even a light glow from the sun on it. I knew, despite the fact we were in an empty library (not even any librarians), I wasn’t the only one who knew that she was doing everything to keep herself together. I was just the only one who cared enough to pay such close attention. “Sophie?” I asked placing a book mark in my book. Slowly she turned, glossed eyes meeting my own. “Yes, Aiden?” Her voice was so….monotone…so full of pain and it nearly broke speaking to me like her throat was constricted or at least….her ability to speak clearly was. It nearly broke my heart.

“It’s wonderful to see you here.” I told her earnestly, I knew how hard it was for her to be here…to have stepped within the building…I'd had to pace myself doing it too but I did it...and...I’d seen her break down the first time she tried. Now all she did was nod, hiding herself behind her long golden-brown bangs but I could see through them and behind them her face fought crumbling. “Is that all?” She struggled blinking so slowly as if memories were coming back. I leaned forward, towards my brother’s friend, to his sister-in-law, to my friend and took her hand, “You know it’s healthy to be upset.” I whispered gently, “I am too.” and her head lowered as the words left my mouth as if hiding and ashamed, “I know.” She whispered and glanced up at me, “But some of us, Aiden, we don’t handle the past the way you do…we can’t…keep it together. She was my baby sister, Aiden, and he was the best thing that ever happened to her. I just….I can’t…..” She took her hand from mine and placed her elbows on the table and her forehead in her hands, “I should have stopped it.” Her voice wavered. “I could have…”

I shook my head and leaned forward more, “No one could have stopped that, Soph, it was so sudden….”

“But I was there!” She cried and let one hand fall like an angry fist towards the table but all it did was become limp. I eyed her gently; this was not the Sophie I’d grown to know. Since my brother and his wife’s death I’d seen a total different side of her, one that wasn’t happy, one that couldn’t even smile, one that wasn’t—by any means as strong as she normally was. Their death had, most litterly, crushed her….smothered her…destroyed her…and left her shattered. Seeing her this way…tore me apart even more. “And so was I…so was everyone…what happened to them, Sophie, was fate…destiny. It couldn’t have been stopped if you had tried—you would have died too.”

“It’d be better than living in this.”

I reached out to take her hand, she was hesitant but then soon allowed me to take her limp hand in mine and give it a gently squeeze, “Don't say that. No it wouldn’t, Sophie. We’d all be sadder, and you’d be sad that you didn’t have the chance to live life to the fullest. You didn’t die because you weren’t meant to. You are ment to continue, you’re going to do great things and somewhere deep inside you know that. You just…you need to find it. You need to find you.” I spoke gently and she lifted her head, tears streaming her face as if her eyes were the heart of a waterfall. I walked over and sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her. I allowed her to put her head on my shoulder and I put mine on hers. As she placed her head on my shoulder resting it close to my neck she gently whispered, “It hurts, Aiden.”

No. Like I said. That's not depressing at ALL. *rolls eyes*

And now for the second one, of which I hate with utmost passion. I like parts of it but really, I hate it for the most part...I don't know why....I mean it's grown on me a bit from when I started writing it but I just can't love it.

Guess I'm odd like that:

“It’s getting stormy out.” Jenna said staring at her laptop on her desk, fingers whizzing across it. “Mmmmm,” I said looking up from my file and over at her, her eyes still not looking up. “How long have you been on shift?” I asked and she shrugged, for the first time looking over at me with brown eyes that tried desperately to hide their exhaustion. “72 hours, my filler hasn’t come in yet. You?”

I sat on the edge of her desk holding the files lightly in my hands, “17, I’ll probably be here for much longer though.” She just tilted her head and looked back at the computer screen, still typing. “Dr. Sanders,”

“Mmmmm?”

“How come you aren’t upstairs—isn’t there a banquet or something?” Again she looked at me, her shoulder length white-blonde hair pulled up in a pony tail, “I mean, it’s not like we’re busy…I’m just surprised you’re down here.”

“Getting dressed up in a tux?” I commented with raised eyebrows, “Can you seriously picture me in such a thing?” She just eyed me and shrugged, turning back again, “I don’t think it would look that bad.”

I shrugged this time and stood up, “It’s just not my thing, besides; I’d be forced to give some sort of god-forsaken speech.”

“And?” She asked glanced at me, “What exactly is bad about that?”

“I’m a doctor, not a public speaker, me and speeches—not good bedfellows.” That time she snorted a bit and smiled picking up some sort of bar and biting into it. “What exactly are you doing anyway?” I inquired

“Fixing some files in the computer, rearranging them and stuff. Leslie never got around to it—and she’s up at the banquet so…”

“And you aren’t…?” I allowed my voice to trail off, “That’s a bit personal.” She accused and pushed her computer chair backwards, spinning it so she was facing me, “If you must know, I didn’t get asked.”

Well, that was a shocker, “You didn’t get asked?” I repeated her and she rose an eyebrow, “Yeah, so? That’s not like impossible or anything.” And with that she turned away again, fixating on that electronically powered brain dissolving machine.

“Really, you shouldn’t stare at that so much.” I told her replacing the file and sitting at my own desk, “It’ll turn your highly developed intellectual brain into a pile of fruit-flavored pudding goop that’s been left out in the sun too long.” She stood still for a few seconds and looked back at me an odd look on her face, “…..Do you spend your time thinking these things up or do they just happen randomly?”

I shrugged and turned on my computer to check my hospital e-mail, “Randomly really, however, occasionally me and the other 3rd floor doctors sit around on break and decide on comebacks and such…”

She blinked and shook her head, “And to think,” She turned around, “you went to medical school to become a doctor when you could have been a stand-up comedian.” I raised my eyebrows and looked up at her, with a smirk on my face. “Nicely done.”

Jenna stood and looked at me, an odd look in her eyes “You know, Erik” She started but never finished. The intercom blared our names and every other hospital official, warning us of a swirling-vortex of impending doom that was headed our way and that we only have a few minutes to prepare.

They were wrong. The minute the intercom stopped and I stood to rush down with Jenna to meet the other hospital personnel it hit. In it’s full force, a category five--a number I'll always remember, and tore through our hospital as if we were no more than a twig to an elephant. I’ve never heard so many blood curdling screams in my entire life.

....Man...I'm just filled with joy aren't I?

Death in the first scene and blood-curdling screams in the other. Yep. Totally optomistic.

So. Now I can safely say: I AM DONE THE CHALLENGE!!!!!


(Now just to get my LOTR post up before SOMEBODY *cough* Miss Annapants*cough* kills me.)

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