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Post by thewhitelines on Apr 28, 2008 21:53:36 GMT
TAG: Keiran Doyle
Setting; Payton is in her room, on her bed, away from the noise of her boisterous roommates with Edmund, her pet ferret, and a large bowl of jello by her side.
 naturaldisasteratyourdoor has signed in.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor has changed status to "Unsetteling Forecast." naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Good night.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Mr. Doyle?
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Boss Of The Year?
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Keiran, are you there?
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: I'm a bit depressed . . . and I need someone to talk to.
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Post by Keiran Byrne on Apr 29, 2008 0:07:06 GMT
Keiran sits as his laptop, updating the stock reports and payroll information when a little window pops up in the center of his screen. He reads the words before him and his fingers hesitate over the keys for a moment before he finally replies.  i.am.Dog: Yeah Payton...I'm here. i.am.Dog: just doing an update on the stock. nothing too important.
He pauses for a second...unsure how to proceed before finally just continuing.
i.am.Dog:[/color] so...what's wrong? |
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Post by thewhitelines on Apr 29, 2008 0:22:34 GMT
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Your updating stock . . .
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: At THIS hour?
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: You work to hard.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: All work and no play makes Keiran a very dull boy.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Whats wrong?. Payton pauses and thinks how best to put it. naturaldisasteratyourdoor: . . . nothing really . . . i guess, in some aspects, it's a possotive |
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Post by Keiran Byrne on Apr 29, 2008 0:37:28 GMT
Keiran twisted his lips into a smile. 'Leave it to Payton to state the obvious. Work too much? Yeah...definitely. Her comment about "it" (whatever 'it' was) being a positive left him confused. Depressed over something and yet it might be for the best?
That meant one of two things...and since he didn't fire her, it must be something about her love life. And that was something that made Keiran nervous. Giving advice on relationships was not his strong point. Hell, he wouldn't even name his dog for fear of the damn thing taking off.
i.am.Dog:[/color] well, i'm just a dull, semi-old man. *lol* i.am.Dog: shall I go get my cane to shake at you? *wink* He figured that was enough humor...now to dive into the issue.i.am.Dog: [/i]well, if it's a positive...what is it? Should I be afraid? i.am.Dog: well, if not afraid...perhaps it's 'wary' I should be. i.am.Dog: ... ok, dying over here... *flails* what is it? You moving away? He hoped humor was the way to go, but it was hard to tell with Payton. He could either bring her out of her current funk or it would seem like he was an insensitive, unfeeling bastard. He prayed it was the former and not the latter.
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Post by thewhitelines on Apr 29, 2008 0:47:16 GMT
Payton giggled as she read the words. Keiran always knew how to put a smile on her face. She bit her lip as she kept reading. 'Wary'?
The word was confusing to her. She didn't know how to respond to that. She had to just tell the truth and let Keiran figure it out himself. naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Your not old . . . well, THAT old anyway *wink*
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: I say it's a posotive becuase . . . nevermind.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Bryce broke up with me, he just said it was over . . .
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Techniqually he 'wrote' it was over in a very long, repetative "say little with a lot of words" letter and slipped it under my door.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: You tell me.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Should you be afraid or wary?
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Post by Keiran Byrne on Apr 30, 2008 0:32:54 GMT
Keiran looked at her words and blinked a few times. He had an inkling that this was going to be about relationships, and Keiran felt that he was the last person anyone should ask for advice from. His successful relationships could be counted on one hand...or rather, one finger.i.am.Dog: wow...I must admit, I'm not afraid or wary...just surprised. He wasn't sure what to say, especially considering he was her boss. Yes, he was her friend, but there were lines that could not be crossed and right now he was toeing it.
i.am.Dog: sorry that you're hurt. I didn't really know him, but I didn't expect him to be such a coward. i.am.Dog: a letter? Bah. What an ass. i.am.Dog: for his sake, he better stay out of the pub. Keiran didn't really know what he'd do to the guy to carry out the threat, but he felt better just saying it. At least he had never broken up with someone by letter. i.am.Dog: I'd offer you a drink, but they haven't learned to digitize liquor yet.
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Post by thewhitelines on May 2, 2008 2:50:10 GMT
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: I really appreciate your sympathy, but don't feel bad for me.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Yeah it was kind of cowardly.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: But I'll move on.
Payton hesitated as her fingers carressed the keys.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Lets talk about something else.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: This is depressing.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: What's going on with you? |
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Post by Keiran Byrne on May 6, 2008 1:29:10 GMT
Keiran’s eyebrows drew together as he bit his lip in thought. Dangerous territory had been avoided. But now it was small talk time and he wasn’t sure what to say. Going into his personal life wasn’t something that Keiran did, so the only things he really talked about were the pub, music, and art. A strange combination to be sure, but they were the only safe topics he had.i.am.Dog: well…currently not much. i.am.Dog: now that the stock has been updated, all I need to do is find a new music act. i.am.Dog: the girl I had lined up backed out. It was a source of aggravation trying to keep a steady stream of musicians for pub. They were too small to warrant any big acts but the small no-names weren’t as dependable. Not to mention the fact Keiran didn’t pay them. Musicians worked for tips, not from his till.i.am.Dog: you wouldn’t happen to know of a musician? i.am.Dog: perhaps someone good enough that the drunks won’t try to throw bottles at them? i.am.Dog: and of course someone who won’t freak when something…unexpected…happens. There was a bad instance when a guy had come to sing and someone used their gift to create an illusion of fire. Well…it probably was bad that the singer hadn’t been doing so well and the illusion had meant to scare him. Even so, Keiran had to convince him it was a trick of light so that the news didn’t reach the ears of the CCA or one of the other organizations that monitored such things.
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Post by thewhitelines on May 6, 2008 3:14:27 GMT
Payton loved the way Keiran rambled on, even on IM. She imagined him biting his lip and searching for something to say. Small talk wasn't Keiran's thing. Everyone knew that. Payton smiled. naturaldisasteratyourdoor: Sowee . . .
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: I don't know anyone who could perform.
Payton knew that they were near crossing a very fine line. They had just barely avoided it on many occasions, even if Payton wanted to take their relationship to the next step. Will you go out with . . . Payton began to type, but she quickly erased the words.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: You'll find someone.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: If not, you could always get on stage and just stand there.
naturaldisasteratyourdoor: That will surely make people laugh. *wink*
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