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* - take to the streets

but you can't ignore

Rubbing her temple with her forefingers Brooklyn shook her head. "You can't actually believe that this will sell anything." She said with clear annoyance in her voice. She was in a meeting with some of the people who worked for the marketing company that she now led - they were discussing new ideas to use for their clients and one of those workers had just presented what she thought was the most idiotic advertising campaign ever, and she had seen her fair share of them in her time. Now that she was more or less in charge of, well everything, she had that terrible job of telling someone when something just wasn't good enough, or when it was one of the most ridiculous things she had ever seen. it was hard to be that person sometimes, especially when she had been on the receiving end of such comments in the past - though she still thought her ideas weren't all that bad and deserved a little more consideration, which of course they could get now but she didn't want to not consider other ideas, one would never know where the next bright idea could come from.

The guy that she was talking to looked somewhat horrified. It made her feel a little bad, but someone had to tell him nad it might as well be her. "I'm sorry, but it won't." This time there was some kindness in her voice - but only a small bit. "I'm going to get some air." She said as she turned on her heel and headed out the door - no-one was going to stop her. One would assume that she was going outside to have a cigarette but she was in fact not. She didn't smoke, at least not any more, she had quit many years ago and really she hadn't partook for all that long anyway - just in some of her teen years and maybe a little during college and then some when she was looking for jobs after she had finished college. But now she was clean and rarely even wanted to inhale some toxic smoke - even now when she was stressed out from the terrible advertising idea. 

She took the elevator down to the bottom floor - the meeting was being held rather high up in the building. She was alone for most of the ride, but a few floors from the bottom someone else joined her - she didn't know who they were but she took note of their face so that she could maybe find out who they were as she liked to do her best at knowing everyone. Once on the bottom floor she headed right for the doors, being stopped once by one of her higher ups for a quick chat about something involving finances - which she easily brushed aside and said that she'd talk to him later about it. Soon she was outside in the New York City air - it probably wasn't the best kind of air but it was air nonetheless. There was a bench not too far away from the main doors to the building so she went to it and sat down, taking in a deep breath as she did so - apparently telling someone their idea was bad took a lot out of a person. 

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New York City was a hell of a lot different than her hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina but the blonde didn't mind. She'd been to the city before. Many times, actually. Becka wouldn't call herself a city girl, though, oh no. She was a rough and tumble country girl, mostly. She was small but not to be underestimated because she spent her days handling thousand pound horses, some even weighing more than that, so she was pretty damn sure she could handle whatever life threw at her. She was the total opposite of her brother. Loud, confident, and rebellious, it was no wonder she had been kicked out of the house. There was only so much religious bullshit one could take before they snapped. She only hoped Hayden didn't end up getting hurt... he seemed so ready to accept whatever the church told him, whatever their father told him, and since she wasn't allowed over at their house, and Hayden wasn't allowed to come to her's, she had no way of keeping an eye on him like she used to. At least she got to see him at the barn now and again but even then he tried to hide away from everyone.

I need a break. The twenty-one year old sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Up ahead was a bench. Someone else was there but Becka had never been one to care about approaching strangers. She did it often. So she walked over and plopped down on the bench, stretching out her legs in front of her, careful not to trip anyone, before sitting up straight. "The city is crazy," she said with a chuckle, looking over at the other woman with a crooked grin.

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* - take to the streets

but you can't ignore

As she sat there her mind wandered. She thought about the woman whose idea she had just insulted, she thought about her sister and how she was. She missed her sister, she was always so busy with work and not really making many personal ties anywhere to visit her or even sit down and have coffee with the woman. Brooklyn felt bad about it but being a career driven woman she felt that she didn't have much of a choice - though she was certain that wasn't how her younger sister felt about it. She also thought about what she was going to do next, once she had gotten this air that she made it seem that she needed - she was going to go back inside and head straight to her office and work on some paperwork that she had stupidly let build up. She was such an organised businesswoman, letting paperwork build up was not something that she allowed to happen often, though she had simply felt lazy recently, anyway there wasn't that much for her to do this week so it would fill in some gaps in her planner (though she could use those to spend time with her sister). 

She didn't notice that someone had sat next to her until she heard their voice and even then she only barely heard what they said. It took her a few seconds to respond but when she did she did it with a small chuckle in her voice. "It sure is." She knew all about the city, or at least all about what it could be like and what it could do to someone, though she knew a lot about what certain things could do to someone - growing up on The Bronx helped with that. She had lost a lot of people to that place and when she had been relieved when she had left it, though Manhattan wasn't all that friendly either. But that didn't matter because that's where the business was. "What brings you here?" She had done a quick look over when she had responded to the girl's previous remark about the crazy city and had come to the conclusion that this part of the city wasn't home to her - look at the way she was dressed after all. Yeah she could be a bit judgemental but she never really meant it. 

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notes - /dances around.

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She could tell by looking at the woman next to her that they were from two completely different worlds. Becka's was all hard labor, keeping herself in the best shape possible, and dealing with thousand plus pound animals that could easily kill her and this woman looked more like the business type. She was dressed "fancier" while Becka was dressed very casually. Not that she minded or cared. She had friends from all different walks of life - though, to be honest, most of them were from the horse world. She smiled a bit at the thought, waiting to be acknowledged. It took a moment for the stranger to notice her but the blonde didn't mind, she was aware that the city could be quite distracting. "It sure is." When she spoke, she chuckled quietly, not sounding too judgemental, but Becka could see her eyes going over her outfit. Was she going to be one of those types? Hopefully not.

"What brings you here?" At least she didn't sound sarcastic or degrading when she asked the question. Becka got that a lot, mostly when she walked into a store to do last minute shopping after leaving the barn and there was hay in her hair and her clothes were stained from barn work and, on bad days, falling off during a ride. "Honestly?" she asked, laughing and giving her shoulders a shrug, "Just exploring. Never really had time to walk around the city before. I used to live in North Carolina so it was a bit different, to say the least," she finished, looking toward the crowd wandering past, an endless rush of people. She hoped her brother was doing alright... she hadn't seen him in a few days. It was like he was avoiding her for whatever reason and she couldn't figure out why. "What about you? I'm guessing you work somewhere around here or something? Or am I completely wrong?"

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