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[Dec. 22nd, 2004|01:26 pm] |
Written for the Winter Holiday Party Challenge on weeklyscribbles
title: Contentment - ficlette
pairing: Angela/Gary George/Rick Christmas party from Angela's POV
rating: G if your mind makes it more that's no fault of mine
disclaimer: Fiction: n. An imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent actuality but has been invented. Latin fictio, “the action of shaping, a feigning, that which is feigned” derived from the word fingere, “to make by shaping, feign, make up or invent a story or excuse.”
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( Contentment ) |
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[Nov. 12th, 2004|01:57 pm] |
(players only) [BACKDATE- this goes back to the weekend that George freaked out after the shrink visit and wound up on Angela's doorstep. Sometime after George left, she shows off her home to Gary]
( And this is my studio... ) |
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[Oct. 11th, 2004|12:17 am] |
It's well after 11pm when the phone rings, and seeing that it's George's number on the ID, Angela answers it with more than a little worry, considering what was going on the last time he called her at an odd hour of the night.
( George? Is everything okay? ) |
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[Aug. 16th, 2004|07:14 pm] |
(public)
This weekend was amazing. I went down to Venice Beach and stayed with Gary Friday... and got to meet Nyla and Diana on Saturday... Gary took Nyla and me to Six Flags and it was so much fun.
I'm babbling. I know. Keeps me from thinking too much about too many things that scare me too much.
Rick proposed to George. Proposed. Ring and everything. And George, dense man that he is didn't get it. He thought it was Rick's way of putting a claim on him or something. Tells me how much the dork is in love because he was happy even before he figured out what Rick really had asked him.
We talked about weddings and stuff while I drove back here last night. Guess I should mention here that I absolutely adore the speakerphone setup George had installed in the jeep. He is really excited about this.
He asked if I minded him using Grandma and Grandpa Eads' wedding rings. I don't mind. I can't imagine ever wanting to get married. Being tied down like that isn't appealing to me in the least. Why am I getting this jealous twinge then
I got the pottery wheel installed on Friday morning, so I think I'll go throw a little clay around and unwind before bed. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2004|09:39 pm] |
(public entry)
Been a while since I posted. My shrinks have all said it's good therapy to keep a journal and update it frequently. Fine. So what do I put here?
Work is crazy. Last week we did twelve hour days working on something I can't talk about. I have a 3 day weekend coming up, but I'm not about to go into detail here because I'm planning on living at Gary's this weekend and I do not want to put that relationship into print to analyze later.
I'll talk about Saturday... It was a blast. Literally. Three guys from The Lake came out and we grilled burgers before blowing up the shed at the edge of the yard. Then we played with chem fires. They had never done it before and thought the rainbows were pretty amazing.
George called. Rick fucking proposed. On his knees, ring and everything. George is so happy he was babbling.
It's quiet here. Peaceful. Lonely
I drove out to the top of Red Mountain last weekend and just sat there looking at the stars. Amazing.
So.
There. Journal entry completed. Doc's orders satisfied. I'm okay, he gets paid. |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2004|10:30 pm] |
(players only)
Angela pops in her Josh Groban cd before retreating to the couch with a bottle of Arbor Mist and the latest John Grisham novel. She sighs, settling onto the soft cushions, then pauses as her eyes catch a piece of paper on the coffee table.
She picks up the phone, dialing a number she now knows by heart. Voicemail picks up and she smiles as she listens to the deeply timbred tone. At the tone, she giggles, "You need a more imaginative message, Dourdan. Got my first paycheck and I'd love to take you to dinner next Friday if you're still interested. Dessert and coffee are on your tab, though."
Hanging up, she lays down and takes a drink directly from the bottle before opeing the novel to her place. |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2004|06:59 pm] |
To: RickAnderson@xxx.xxx
From: Pnut@xxx.xxx
Re: torturing George
attachment: toga toga
Hey. Heard you're trying to drag my brother to some toga party tonight.
Thought you would enjoy this.
attachment: toga toga |
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[Jul. 18th, 2004|08:39 pm] |
(voicemail to Gary Dourdan)[backdate to July 17th]
Hiya...um, can I get a raincheck on dinner? I don't feel right going out with you so soon after everything with George... I... sorry. Maybe next weekend. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2004|03:11 pm] |
(public entry posted at 0400 hours)</i>
I was right about the job. Anabasis, Elysian, Insomnia inducing Oposcule... not to mention the Ubiquity of it all.... this is what happens when I can't sleep. Yadda Yadda.
The truth is I'm avoiding calling Gary, because he is something else that has me sleepless in the Mojave, and as rewarding as it would be to hear his voice all thick with sleep... I really shouldn't indulge in phone sex before driving to work.
Coffee. More coffee (as if I needed more stimulation) and then feeding the goats before I go... which reminds me, I should call George and warn him before Friday. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2004|05:12 pm] |
(players only)
Angela is sitting in her room eating a burger and fries and watching the Secret Adventures of Jules Vern when her phone trills from it's perch on the crumbling veneer of the end table next to the bed. She glares at it a moment before laying across the sagging mattress and answering, nearly certain who it's going to be, "Hello."
"Happy birthday, Peanut," George's voice is warm and friendly, underlined with just enough concern that for a moment she feels guilty for staying away as long as she has.
"Hey, chickenshit," she can't keep the smile out of her voice. For all that she had said she didn't want to be bothered, it feels good to be loved.
"So how's Santa Barbara?"
"What? How did you..."
George barks out a laugh, "Credit card."
She blinks then chuckles, "So you've been stalking me?"
"No, no," George assures her, "just making sure you're okay."
"I'm fine."
"I can tell. Gary said to tell you happy birthday, too. He'll still be here when you get back."
George listens to her soft intake of breath before continuing in a gentle tone, "He's a good man..."
"I know," Angela snaps. She closes her eyes, "It's just..."
"You're falling for him?"
"What! No, no way..."
"Yeah. You're fine," George sighs. "Come home."
"Can't. I can't move in until Saturday."
"Come here. My home. Rick misses you. Hell, at this point, even Rosie misses you. Besides, Rick wants to take you shopping this weekend for living room furniture."
"George. No, I..."
"Please. I miss you. I worry about you. I bet you've been eating nothing but greasy junk food. Come on. I'll bake you your favorite cake. Please."
She closes her eyes, "Alright. Alright. Let me pack and I'll be in later tonight."
"I love you. Drive carefully."
"I will... Love you too."
Hanging up with a sigh, she looks at her suitcases, already packed and sitting by the door. She starts to take another bite of her burger, then shakes her head, dropping it and the fries in the trash. "George, you sure do know how to take the joy out of a pity party." |
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[Jun. 28th, 2004|10:31 am] |
(note left for Rick and George June 26, Saturday)
RaGe,
I'm going on a road trip... last chance to see the sights before I go to work, you know. Don't expect me back before next Friday. I've got my new satphone, so if it is an emergency call +xx-(x)xxxx-xxxx-xxxx...otherwise, give me some privacy and leave me alone. ~pnut |
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[Jun. 25th, 2004|09:18 pm] |
public post
Everything is packed and the movers are scheduled and so I'm in New York with Carla and Susan, seeing the sights and it's raining like crazy and the thunder is just as bad here as it is in the country and I woke up this morning with Carla's dark skin lying against my own and I couldn't think of anyone but him.... and I miss him. And as long as I'm being honest here, that scares me nearly as much as this bitch of a storm.
I just called to change my flight to the next available seat. I don't know what I'm going to do when I get there but I'm only ruining Carla and Suzie's break by staying here. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2004|04:21 pm] |
(public entry)
Casual:
1. Occurring by chance. See Synonyms at chance.
2.
1. Occurring at irregular or infrequent intervals; occasional: casual employment at a factory; a casual correspondence with a former teacher.
2. Unpremeditated; offhand: a casual remark.
3.
1. Being without ceremony or formality; relaxed: a casual evening with friends.
2. Suited for everyday wear or use; informal.
4. Not serious or thorough; superficial: a casual inspection.
5.
1. Showing little interest or concern; nonchalant: a casual disregard for cold weather.
2. Lenient; permissive: a casual attitude toward drugs.
6. Not close or intimate; passing: a casual acquaintance with avant-garde music. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2004|03:42 pm] |
(public)
I don't know what to say to him. I was always closer to Daddy, especially after the split. I don't think George will ever forgive him for "leaving us". George has always been the one who tried to please/appease Ma. He was her favorite... she rubbed that fact in more than once. And now... I tried calling her, but she just keeps hanging up on me. Mark did answer, once. Told me that they knew how to find me if they wanted to talk.
I know this wouldn't have played out this way if I hadn't antagonized Ma about Gary. If I had just stood up for myself instead of leaving George to clean up after me... and now that Ma's disowned him... and he couldn't handle the pain without more pain... I've gone and made a bigger mess of it. Last night he told me, in no uncertain terms, that he doesn't want me talking to Rick about it again. Ever.
Putting things in print is supposed to bring clarity... I've reread this a dozen times and am still seeing fog. |
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