A walk on the wild side.

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348  words Spring is in the air, or at the very least arriving. A tall person with dark curly mass of hair adored his head walks towards the familiar path way to New Yorks Small Forest of wildlife.  The sun had rose not too long a go, kissing the ground with its shining rays, heating up the damp grass and cold air, you could easily tell today theres going to be no rain, just the sun. The wildlife with the area has been a wake since sun rise, birds flying about grabbing their juicy worms for the morning, rabbits hopping out of there holes, daring to put their dry fur on the morning due.  Jay, wasn't affected by this it is his regular ritual he does a few times a week. Yet unlike most of the current days he went out in the cold winter air wrapped up in coat and scarf. Yet today he was out in his black vee neck slim fir top, grey skinny jeans, a black belt fitted around when to make them fit better. Faded black from wear, his comfy chelsea boots that he enjoys to wear most of the time too. On top of his un-shaven face was a pair of sunglasses, which he'll no doubt use later on once the sun has warmed up New York more. It's nice, this time of morning, it wasn't super early nor was it gone ten o'clock in the morning, Jay roughly guessed it's near quarter past nine, he was on his way to work. A strange path to take through the wildlife path, but there is no people in your way, no traffic jams or screeching noises from everything else. No it was calm and quiet, like everything else didn't exists outside this little trail which leads from near his house to the main park in the city and from there, the dark haired male didn't have far to go apart from crossing a road and turn left down the street and he was there at his own shop. Yet regardless he enjoys the walk too. @tagged ? / 22 years old, gay, paw-fection owner.

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WHERE YOU WAKING

UP TODAY, MY LITTLE RUNAWAY? MY LITTLE RUNAWAY

The first lie Spencer told herself that morning was that she was going to go for a run. To be fair, she was dressed for it, but that also wasn't saying much, considering Spencer was always appropriately dressed for whatever activity she was supposed to be doing--even if she didn't end up doing it. What was saying much however, was the fact that Spencer Kelly was awake before 10 AM and sober. It was all part of her be better, do better regime, something that had been brewing since her miscarriage almost half a year ago. New Years and her recent 24th birthday had really kicked her into gear; Spencer had realized that she wasn't getting any younger and that for the better half of her life, she had essentially thrown away her health to parties and drugs. That had been all good and fun, and she looked back on those memories fondly, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep up her crazy lifestyle without experiencing any repercussions. This didn't mean Miss Kelly was going to turn over a new leaf overnight though. When she'd gone to make breakfast for herself, the cool bottle of champagne in her fridge practically called her name. She had almost convinced herself to make a mimosa--just one--when the half hour reminder alarm started ringing on her phone.

"Go on a run, bitch," the alarm notification told her, and Spencer smiled wryly at her own silliness. Profane phrases seemed to motivate her best, but looking at the small smartphone in her hand, all she wanted to do was snooze the alarm and crawl back into bed. She hadn't stayed out too late last night and had even capped off at four drinks and one hit off a communal joint before going back to her place--alone--but when she woke up, her physical feeling could only be described as the worst non-hangover hangover she had experienced. 

Spencer wasn't entirely unfamiliar with waking early--she'd done her fair share in high school, just like everyone else. Every once in a while, she had an early call for rehearsals or auditions, but Spencer had generally been very lucky with her shooting schedules and other business meetings. She certainly didn't enjoy waking up early, and this morning in particular, she felt like she'd been slammed over the head with a solid block of plaster. Everything was ringing and the only halfway coherent thought in her head was bed, bed, bed, bed... But Spencer couldn't go to bed, not unless she wanted to let herself down on her first official day of "doing better."

Motivated by her sudden interest in self-care, Spencer managed to avoid making mimosas (or any other alcoholic beverage, though she did take note of how her mouth watered when she glanced over the champagne and orange juice), and opted instead for some fresh coffee and Instant Grits. After scarfing down her quick breakfast, Spencer took a short shower, got dressed for her morning jog, and then took a long look at herself in her bathroom mirror.

"You can do this, champ," she assured herself, nodding like she believed it as she pulled her long brunette waves into a high ponytail. "You do Zumba all the time. How hard can one run be?"

Spencer would soon find out. Twenty minutes after she left her apartment, she was already out of breath and panting hard on a street corner. No one had recognized her yet, which was her one saving grace. The last thing she needed were paparazzi shots of her sweating and looking out of shape. Her outfit was pretty cute, but some stray hairs were sticking to the sides of her face and she was sure she didn't look as glamorous as she had when she'd left her building. For once, Spencer was glad she hadn't worn makeup because she was sure it'd be trickling down her cheeks at this point.

It wasn't too terribly warm yet, seeing as the sun hadn't risen to its highest point, but Spencer was nearly overheating in her gold velour zip-up hoodie. She had unzipped it to just above her bellybutton, and the bright teal sports bra she was wearing showed a little under her white t-shirt. Spencer didn't really care; she figured that anyone staring at her bra would have been staring at her chest regardless. 

Spencer had another ten minutes to run before she could take her first break, but she was super aware of the fact that she'd forgotten her water bottle at home. She could even picture it on her kitchen counter, full of water that had once been ice cold but probably adjusted to room temperature by now. If she kept running for much longer, she would risk dehydrating herself and probably pass out from exhaustion. "Goodness, I could use a drink right now," she muttered to herself, huffing out a breath.

Luckily, Spencer was near a large park and though it wasn't too full at this point in the morning, she was willing to bet good money that if she jogged around for a bit, she could find a street vendor who could sell her a cool bottle of water. It wasn't as environmentally friendly as her reusable bottle stuck at home, but it was her only option at this point.

She was about a quarter way into the park, jogging lightly as to save her energy, when she spotted a cute, dark-haired gentleman walking towards her. Suddenly self-conscious, Spencer wiped at her brow and her eyes to clear the beads of sweat that had gathered there, but she ended up rubbing some of the sweat into her eyelashes. As she fumbled to wipe furiously at her eyes, Spencer didn't pay much attention to where she was going and misplaced her foot on a newspaper discarded near a bench. She went down face-forward, and just narrowly missed hitting her nose against the edge of the bench. She caught herself with her hands, scraping her right hand and elbow a little bit, and one of her ankles twisted in a way that wasn't extremely painful, but would definitely leave her feeling sore for a few hours.

Spencer stayed on the ground for a few more moments, too embarrassed to look up just then. "Nobody saw that," she groaned to herself, just for her dignity's sake, although it was obvious that everyone within a twenty foot radius probably saw her fall. She briefly wondered if she'd find a picture of this in some small gossip mag the next day, with some trashy "journalist" attributing her fall to public drunkenness. Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake?

TAGGED: jay jon turner -- OUTFIT -- WORDS: 1,113 --
LISTENING TO: THE RECIPE, KENDRICK LAMAR FT. DR. DRE

LYRICS: RUNAWAY, LADYTRON

475 words Jay came into the local park. A few people about, none Jay really knew. Even though he has livid here all his life, he knew most of the short cuts across town, what alley ways it’s safe to go down and which ones aren’t. Yet he didn’t known many people. New York is filled with a strange mix off people, sure he knew his regular customers at his shop, but thats all they were customers. He currently only has a few friends yet they all have busy lives too, a sister who loves him to bits, a mother who has disowned him and Ex Boyfriends which he rarely sees. He can’t even put names to celebrity faces or the opposite way around too. His dusty chelsea boots leaving the dusty path now walking on the tarmac. People past him not acknowledging him, running by with there iPods playing in their ear phones or business people walking in a hurried manner with looking on there iPads. Seriously it’s a wonder they don’t crash into someone really, their eyes are glued to the screen. Couples, Families or single people walking there dog or playing with them. Yet his eyes move to figure that seems to shutter in body movement. They feel over. Jay halted in his walk and looked around seeing no body had stopped to give the Lady a helping hand up, let alone checking if she’s okay, no they all strutted about there business. Jay wasn’t like that, he could never leave someone who has fallen over, he’ll go over and help him. His sister use to tease him saying it’s because he’s gay and he is sensitive. No. It wasn’t that. He just has a king heart. So he refused to help her with her college work for a week and when after that week she was begging for his help. Who’s sensitive now, his sister is his breaking point in anger and in softness. That week was hard for him not to cave in, the stress was getting to her. Yet now, he didn’t need to help her, she knew what to do. Jay’s feet moved in auto pilot, he lowered his hand down to the female, seeing by her clothing she was one of the people who looks like they came out this morning for a run, yet it just seems that she only hits the ground instead plus the fact she seemed tiered too didn’t help the female. “Need a hand?” He spoke looking down at her, the sun was getting brighter now too. It was getting to a point where he needed to put his sunglasses on so his eyes don’t hurt, still he offered her his open hand to help her up. Tagged spencer rita kelly / 22 years old, gay, paw-fection owner.

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WHERE YOU WAKING

UP TODAY, MY LITTLE RUNAWAY? MY LITTLE RUNAWAY

Spencer was in the middle of wishing a black hole would open up beneath her when she heard a voice near her head. She looked up from the ground and there was the cutie she'd been looking at before she took her great tumble. She had to wonder what kind of karma she'd been putting out into the world that led to this exact moment. 

"Need a hand?" he'd asked her, and with a grimace that was definitely supposed to look more charming than pained, she nodded and took his outstretched hand. As she got to her feet, Spencer looked around the park again and though she found a couple of people staring at the two of them, no one else had moved towards her to help her up. She frowned slightly and let out a small huff.

"Thanks for helping me out," she said, smiling at the stranger before her. "You're nicer than most of the people in this park, it would seem." Spencer wasn't actually too insulted that no one else had come over to see if she was alright, but that was mostly because the one person who did was so attractive. It kind of made up for it. Suddenly it hit Spencer that this guy had seen her bite the dust in a pretty spectacular way, and a wave of embarrassment rolled over her. "Oh my god, I fell pretty hard though, huh?" she said, trying to laugh it off, but really just cringing instead. Spencer cleared her throat as she shifted from leg to leg, trying to find where she was hurt the most. Her left ankle still felt weird, but she rolled it around and it didn't feel like anything had popped out of where it belonged, so she figured she was fine for the most part. As she started brushing dirt off of her sweatshirt, Spencer noticed a small rip at her right elbow and she gasped a little.

"Ugh," she groaned. "This was my favorite sweater!" Spencer hardly paid any attention to the way she had scraped her actual elbow and was bleeding a little bit under the rip of the sweater material. Her elbow didn't really hurt either, so again, no big deal. "This is why it's not much fun to fall on concrete, I guess." Spencer laughed again and looked over at the grass that was mere feet to the right of them, behind the bench she had slipped in front of. If only she'd fallen on that soft, green lush instead. And all this because she had forgotten her reusable water bottle at home. She knew she wouldn't be forgetting it again anytime soon.

"But listen to me blabbing on and on about falling!" Spencer exclaimed, while she tried to casually brush away the blood from her elbow. Bleeding wasn't a very cute look and she didn't want to look weird in front of this guy. Too late, Kelly, she thought sardonically.

"I'm fine, and you were such a gentleman to help me. Thanks again... Um, what's your name?" Spencer hoped her last question came off as a bit flirty, but then again, she had just taken a major tumble in front of this guy and she was still pretty sweaty around her face from running. She wouldn't exactly blame him if he didn't take the bait; this wasn't her best look.

TAGGED: jay jon turner -- OUTFIT -- WORDS: 563
LISTENING TO: ABOUT A GIRL, THE ACADEMY IS...

LYRICS: RUNAWAY, LADYTRON

444 words Her grimace wasn’t hidden as she looked up to him, her hand grasped his and with a quick step back and the strength of his arm muscles he was able to up, the female runner, off the ground. His eyes couldn’t help but look over her for an injury he wasn’t check her out, after all Jay doesn’t bend that way. "Thanks for helping me out," she said, smiling at him in a friendly manner while, his hand departs from hers his semi-rough skin leaves her’s. "You're nicer than most of the people in this park, it would seem." Jay smiled back and shook his curl mass of head. “It’s just how modern society is knower days, no stops to thing of the little man anymore, they are all self centred people I guess..” Jay spoke yet then her laughed next while shaking his head at her words. She obviously has no clue how luck she was that she missed the bench and not end up unconscious or worse. “Oh my god, I fell pretty hard though, huh?" she laughed trying to cover her pain he guessed. Thats when he noticed she was bleeding from her elbow. It wasn’t pouring out, Jay has no problem with blood, unlike his younger Sister who faints as she sees it. Which makes Jay wonder how she survives her monthly periods with all the blood leaving her. But that was a subject to be brought up with her and him, not this stranger. "But listen to me blabbing on and on about falling!" “Your bleeding..” Jay says nodding to her arm, more like stating yet she seemed not to care in a away. More worried about her jumper then herself. "I'm fine, and you were such a gentleman to help me. Thanks again... Um, what's your name?" Her voice was flirtatious, which resulted the male to raise a single eyebrow at her. No doubt about it many people have made that mistake before, He look charming and obviously straight, it is to say not every homosexual in this world, skips around and spreading the homo love, wear pink, or is a girly guy, or flamboyant. No, Jay is just a normal guy, apart from the fact he is gay and not afraid to say it ether, but when situations like this accrues sometimes it’s fun not to say a thing about his sexuality and to see there reaction when they find out sometimes it’s hilarious and sometimes not. “Jay Turner.” Offering his hand out again to the female, obviously this time it is for a handshake. “And you are?” Tagged spencer rita kelly / 22 years old, gay, paw-fection owner.

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