( swing life away ,, nate )

[coriander mae burgh]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] i've been waiting WORDS 1,154 OUTFIT bum clothes TAGGED nate NOTES so excited! Coriander’s closet was severely lacking in clothes. In total, she probably owned three pants, ten shirts, one jacket, and one pair of extremely worn shoes. She had a few dresses that the nice lady at the thrift store gave her on an extreme discount, but those were saved for special business meetings. Otherwise, she looked like some sort of grungy rock band teen most of the time. It really wasn’t intentional, either. Derek (Derek White, her employer) didn’t mind most of the time, thankfully, but he made her dress up when meeting the more important clients. When she was out on research, he didn’t really care what she wore. Today had simply been one of those errand days. She had to run to a few businesses to testimonies and such, she even got to stop at the police station to chat with some officers and take their statements. Derek usually sent Corrie on the small errands while he talked to the people important to the case: family members, friends, witnesses, all those people. Currently, they were investigating a possible marriage fraud. It was the age old tale of some hot twenty-something who married some really freaking old guy because “she was an old soul and he understood her.” What that actually meant was “he has an old soul, a crap ton of money, and he’ll probably be dead soon.” The son of the old guy was the one who brought the case to them. He just wanted to investigate the wife because he didn’t trust her in the slightest. Corrie didn’t blame him, either. She’d seen the wife’s picture, and she had certainly taken advantage of the old guy’s assets. With all that plastic surgery, Corrie was pretty sure that people could dig up the lady’s body in 3055, and she wouldn’t have decayed a bit. Coriander was on her way back to the office right now with her findings. She pulled out her key and unlocked the door marked “Private Investigator White.” Corrie bumped the door shut with her hip and slipped her keys back into her pocket. Currently, she was wearing a pair of rather torn up jeans (lucky for her it was trendy to wear ratty jeans. Unlucky for her was the fact that these weren’t stylishly ratty, but just plain old ratty. They probably only had a few more wears left in them before they completely fell apart) and a t-shirt that had the bottom ripped off and one sleeve missing. She looked more like an angsty teen than anything else. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail because she had just been working all morning. "Derek! I’m back and I’ve got some interviews for you to look at. Oh! And Officer Randall said I was supposed to tell you that you cheat at poker and you owe him a twinkie or something.

[/b]” She called as she dropped the papers onto her “desk.” Corrie didn’t so much have a desk as it was just a table that Derek had found in the back room. He said that she could just use that for her work because she wasn’t a real detective and could only get an office when she became a real detective. Whatever, it worked for now.

Derek grumbled something as he emerged from his office. Corrie arranged the papers on the table and chuckled. "You know I can’t understand you when you talk into your coffee cup. Here’s the interviews. Can I go on my lunch run, now?”[/b] It was probably around two in the afternoon and Corrie hadn’t eaten since seven that morning. Her stomach reminded her of its lack of food quite constantly while she stood there. “Yea, yea. Thanks for running and getting all this. I figured it would take you longer. You can just go home, I don’t need your help anymore today.” He spoke without looking at her, too busy glancing through the papers she had brought. "Alrighty. Well, just call if you need me, I guess.” She tapped the pocket that her phone was in. Derek had gotten her one of those “pay as you go” phones so he could call her while she was out running for him. He had gotten tired of calling other people to track her down and said that he had only gotten the phone for her to help ease stress off of himself. She appreciated the sentiment anyway.

Coriander left work without another word, happy to be done so early. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out whatever cash she had on her. It was only a small amount, but it would be enough to get her a bagel at the bakery around the corner. So that’s what she did. Corrie only had a small amount of change left after she purchased the thing, but at least she had food. As she walked down the street, munching on her food, she heard the pitter patter of footsteps coming up behind her. Coriander turned to see what it was, but only caught a glimpse of a boy racing toward her on a skateboard with another running behind him telling him to stop. The boy on the board flailed and grabbed onto Corrie, tugging her forward with a jerk. The skateboard boy lost balance and toppled off of the board. Corrie lurched forward. As she landed on the sidewalk, her bagel fell from her hand into the street, her pants ripped up the leg and one of her shoes ripped open. Corrie only managed to get a few scrapes on her arms from the ordeal (thank goodness she wasn’t bleeding), but the whole thing just left her flustered.

The boys that had caused the catastrophe were long gone, leaving Corrie to stand on her own and brush herself off. She looked for her bagel and sighed once she saw it was in the street, already flattened by a car. Reaching into her pocket, Corrie pulled out her meager amount of change. "No lunch for me today.”[/b] She slid the money back in her pocket, then was hit with a sudden reverie. "I forgot to save some change for the bus! Guess I’ll just walk back…”[/b] She spoke, looking down to check the state of her shoes. One of her shoes had ripped open, revealing her toes and leaving and awkward flap at the top of the shoe. "It’ll probably last for a few miles.”[/b] She muttered, wiggling her foot. The flap bounced up and down, smacking her toes each time. "Well, better get walking if I wanna make it home soon. Maybe I have some chips left in the cabinet.”[/b] Corrie was far too comfortable with narrating her own life, especially when in public. What a strange sight it must be, seeing a raggedy girl walking down the sidewalk while humming cheerfully to herself. Why make the walk more miserable than it had to be?
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forever and a day

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[nathaniel lee henderson]

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How long does it take for someone to come back with the back with the papers you asked for? Apparently forever, Nate spun around in his hair as his office door finally opened. Blue eyes watched the intern critically as she placed the papers on his desk; she appeared exasperated and nervous – all out of breath and avoiding eye contact. “Thank you,” he voice was stern and an expressionless smile spread across his lips. The young girl jumped a little at his voice – what was wrong with her? Something scare her? “No problem, sir.” His eyes narrowed a little; was this because of the fact that she was dealing with a two hundred year old werewolf who happened to be the boss of the company? He laughed lightly, beaming with amusement, “Just call me Nate.” Her eyes flashed toward him and she awkwardly laughed as she inched away from him. Nate pulled the papers toward him and began to read them over – the door was shut almost instantaneously as he did so.

I guess he couldn’t blame her, really. It was no secret that Nathaniel’s family came from a long bloodline of werewolves – how else would anybody understand their abnormally long lives and forever lasting youth?

Blue eyes scanned over ever word that had been scanned over to him from his mother. She was taking care of the line of business in New York City, and from the looks of it, she wasn’t very good at it. His brows furrowed together; a stressed expression falling over his façade. Does this mean he would have to fly down there and take care of it himself? He pursed his lips bitterly; the last thing he wanted was to have to deal with his mother – or even worse, his sister. He ran his hands through his hair in a strained manner, leaning back into his chair. He let out an exasperated sigh and pulled out his phone. Scrolling to his mother’s number, he wrote: Tell Alex to take care of it.

Alex was his trusted colleague, you could say. Nate trusted that he could deal with the thugs that he knew neither his mother nor sister could deal with. He sighed again, scratching the back of his head before putting the papers into a draw of his desk. He locked it securely – security was key, that’s what his father always told him – and stood to leave his room. He got many greetings as he walked through the hallways of the office – it reminded him greatly of when he would walk through the office with his father. He was the big man for so long, and everyone had almost overwhelming respect for him. Nate had huge expectations to live up to, and he could feel it every time he walked through the halls. Each set of eyes burned through his skin, yet he couldn’t say he was too young for this. He was two hundred and twenty four years old, if that’s not old enough – I don’t know what is. Nate’s heart ached for his father – he needed his guidance more than anything. Nate felt as if he left without teaching him the most important lesson of life.

He didn’t have to wait long for the elevator, which was unusual considering the height of the building and the fact he was on the top floor. He slid into the elevator casually and closed the doors behind him before anyone else could join him. His eyes stared blankly at the floor as the elevator dinged for each passing level. His face was almost emotionless, all except for his eyes. His rich blue eyes that looked like a sea of emotion. However, this wasn’t a peaceful sea. Think more along the lines of the ocean in The Perfect Storm movie, with one hundred foot waves and thunderous skies. Almost like a battlefield in a way – think of Hamlet after his father died and he desired revenge against his uncle. The sadness that overwhelmed Hamlet’s heart drove him mad – and that’s almost what was happening to Nathaniel. It was rare that a genuine smile would cross his lips – for with each smile was accompanied with no emotion. No sparkle in his eye, and no relief in his heart.

In the slight distance Nate saw a familiar face as he walked through the automatic doors of Henderson Corporation’s building, receiving his last goodbyes for the day. He paused as he got a closer distance, leaning against a building wall with his arms crossed. He laughed lightly as he watched the girl fall on the ground, his eyes following the boys continue on with their joy ride as if they hadn’t seen the familiar girl at all. Her longing stare toward the street amused Nate as he realized what it was she was staring at. Food, that’s all he could tell – but still. She wore tattered clothes when he met the girl initially, and it appeared that clearly nothing had changed. The girl picked herself up; she walked closer to him. When she got a good distance from her – wait, was she humming to herself?

”That was quite the tumble,” Nate mused, still leaning against the wall with his arms crossed – a smirk on his face. He racked his brain for a moment, trying to remember her name. His nose wrinkled slightly, ”Coriander, is it?” He had a spectacular memory, and manners that could win an award therefore remembering names was one of the easier tasks of his life. He was always having to remember them so he was accustomed to it, plus it was polite. His memory flashed back to the longing stare the girl had given to the food in the street, ”I was about to go grab some lunch, care to join me?” His eyes sparked with a slight amusement – rare for him, so he found the girl’s company to be favorable.

hehe, finally was able to do this! (535b66)

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