Old habits die hard [Artemis]

[Joshua Michael Cazalet]

J osh ran the towel over his hair, mopping up the droplets that were running down the back of his neck. It was Monday afternoon and her first official day off in what felt like months; when in reality it had been eight days. So far, he’d had a productive day…; well he’d slept until noon and he’d just finished showering. And in his eyes, that was productive for a Monday that he wasn’t working. Josh had dreams, places he wanted to visit and not being a trust fund kid meant that he had to make his own money; therefore any work that was thrown his way he accepted. His Panama fun had grown from fifty five bucks to one hundred and seventy five – just from tips over the last eight days! He’d be exploring Panama before he knew it at this rate; the sooner the better. He was starting to feel claustrophobic in this sleepy grey town. The beep from his phone drew his attention away from drying himself, and he tossed the damp towel into a heap on the floor in exchange for picking up his cell; it was a text from his sister, reminding him that they were supposed to be having lunch with their mom and her girlfriend the following afternoon. Ugh. He’d been extremely drunk when he’d half agreed to that. His relationship with his mom wasn’t great, in fact he couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d seen her in person – and he’d been in the same small town as she was in now for a few weeks. It was almost like a natural instinct these days to avoid her. ”My shifts got switched around… don’t know if I’ll be able to make it.” he tapped back quickly. It wasn’t a lie, per say, he had picked up extra shifts. He was just playing loose with the truth. He felt bad for lying to his sister; but he’d make it up to her. Instantly his phone beeped again Don’t bother with excuses Josh. You promised me!!!! Be nice. See u 2morrow x. Ugh! She knew he’d rather lose an arm than go back on a promise he made his sister. He was now pissed. Throwing his phone in the direction of his bed; which it missed and hit the wall, he yanked on a pair of dark jeans and a dark long sleeved tee and stomped his feet into a pair of very warn dark brown boots and stormed out of his apartment. He needed a drink. Getting into his car, Josh started up the engine and hit the accelerator – heading towards anywhere that wasn’t Forks. He wasn’t really mad at his sister; she just wanted your average “two point five” family. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen, and Josh knew that; but he just wished that she would too. It would save everyone a lot of heartache and frustration. Seattle wasn’t as far away as he had expected, plus, the time was probably a lot shorter due to the fact that his speedometer was practically touching one hundred miles per hour the entire journey there. The Toyota rolled to a stop in an empty parking spot and Josh climbed out, stretching out his muscles that were sore of being tensed. Lazily, he began strolling down a street that appeared to be busy; not New York City streets busy, but busy all the same. For once, it wasn’t raining, so Josh was making the most of being outdoors without getting damp. Living in Forks had made him miss the hustle and bustle of busy city life. Even when he was travelling, he found himself back in New York every couple of months for his fix as well as visiting other famous cities like Rio. Forks was exactly opposite to what he was used to. Half way down the street, Josh found a small bar. “Bo’s”. The name hung above the door, blinking in colour occasionally, clearly showing that the bulb was on its last legs. He ducked inside, a took a seat at the bar on a battered looking stool. It was dark and dingy – Josh’s kind of place to drink and play some pool. ”Scotch, and keep ‘em coming,” he called to the overly tattooed biker behind the bar, whom slid a glass of amber liquid towards him. He downed it in one mouthful, enjoying the burn in his throat, before having his glass refilled. Sliding off his seat, Josh made his way to an empty pool table in the back and started racking up. Someone would eventually want to play him and he’d be able to swindle them out of a little money. Artemis Cromwell

[Artemis Cromwell]

Here she was....driving her uncle's car to some random bar with him sitting in the back seat as if she was the chauffeur for him. But he did take her in, gave her a sweet home and allowed her to live there rent free so if he wanted a bit of enjoyment why not?  Artemis smirked at herself imagining herself wearing that kind of outfit, opening the door for him, saying "good evening sir" as if she worked for him. She wondered what her parent's would say or think if they saw her like that...probably flip their lid's. But that didn't matter now, she ain't living in New York no more, and won't ever do that again....unless her sister want's her to come visit. But that will never happen, their parent's probably convinced her sister that she was in a asylum or worse dead. Poor Aurora. Sometimes Artemis regret's running away, no because she misses their parent's but because she left her dear sister behind. But she couldn't bear another minute with those tyrant's.



Pulling around the corner Artemis slowed down getting a nice parking spot for them and opening the door smirking and replied. "Will there be anything else sir?" her uncle stopped for a minute before laughing and replied "No No, Wilfred, but keep the old boy safe will you?" "Extra twenty in your pay if you do" they laughed and walked inside, to where they parted ways seeing as her uncle has found his group of rowdy drinking army buddies. Artemis watched as shouting and laughing could be heard the moment he sat down with her quickly waving to them. Artemis didn't know what to quite do with herself, seeing as how none of her small group of friend's were here, so she pushed herself up against a wall before glancing over and noticing pool tables. A man was standing there by himself, or perhaps his lover was in the bathroom so perhaps Artemis shouldn't go over...but after waiting a few minutes Artemis didn't see anyone come out so she made her way over to him. She pushed her hair back before clearing her throat.

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[Joshua Michael Cazalet]

J osh had escaped living at his parent’s places as soon as he was legally old enough to do so. For years he had bounced back and forth between his mom apartment and his dad’s house. He’d get himself into various amounts of trouble while living with one parents and the get palmed off as the other parents’ problem once they’d had enough. It was kind of like a giant game of tag. As soon as his eighteenth birthday had come around; he had hopped on a bus and began exploring different cities along the east coast. He left without telling anyone, just woke up one morning and decided that there had to be more to see than just the big apple, and he made up his mind that he was going to explore as much of it as possible. Occasionally he ventured back and checked in with his sisters, but his relationship with his parents now was basically dissolved. The pool balls clattered together as he scooped them onto the table and into the triangle shaped device. Josh took mouthful of his fresh glass of scotch before busying himself with putting the balls into the right order, ready to start playing. Once he was done racking up, he crossed the room towards a rack on the wall that held a selection of pool cues. Over the years of travelling, he had gotten pretty good at playing. It was one of the ways that he had gotten money when he was out of a job or funds were low. It had also landed him in a few fights; folk didn’t like feeling they were being hustled. In fact, he had a scar on his chin that he'd gotten after a biker had punched him after he beat him in a high stakes game of pool were Josh had gained $400 and a motorbike. Grabbing a long cue, he ran a chalk cube over the tip as he lent back against the pool table. Hearing someone clearing their throat, Josh looked up. There, in front of the pool table, stood a rather attractive woman who looked vaguely familiar. He would never have expected to see someone half decent in a place like this, just roughians and undesirables. "Can I help you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Past experience told him that not many women played pool, unless they were trying to impress a guy… not that Josh wouldn’t mind perving over a woman who was stretching over a pool table. Artemis Cromwell

[Artemis Cromwell]

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