(Britt) Let Life a Little Dance and Song

[Beatrice Franchesca Rosaline]

I'll have... the... Carmel Cafe Mocha with Whipped Cream and chocolate, and a peice of that Chocolate Mousse Cake.... Thank you. Beatrice smiled at the waiter as he took her order and whent away to get it. She loved teh Mochas here. No doubt ended up addicted to coffee during the early mornings and late nights at the hospital... and coffe that has chocolate? Welll that is just bliss! Cloud Nine if anyone could call it that... granted for majority of people, Cloud Nine is different...but after a long shift at an Asylum... one tends to learn the small things in life! Apreciate the little victorieas, and little pleasures.

She took hte book out of her purse, and began reading. Her elbows resting on the table as her fingers began to play with the beads she had in one of her braids. Just a small thing she picked up during paperwork fill out she did.. or just something when she was bored. A habbit if you please. Definetly not the best one for a nurse, but who cares... close enough. Her hat slipped forward slightly, as she read.

"Ma'am?" The voice next to her, startled the woman, as she jumped loooking up. IT was the waiter. "Your order?"

Oh...YEs.... Thank you, you can just set it right there... Beatrice smiled nodding to the waiter as he set her coffee and cake and left. Chocolate overdoze.... that's waht she'lll end up by the end of hte day. But you know what? IT was an absolutely crazy week! First several new patients arive. Next some patient died, two more nearly died, some attempted suicide, several had massive panic or what ever attacks. And one started a fight. Sure, it was a typical week, but with the hours she managed to get this week? Compleately insane! It's a wonder that they are all sane there!

Choco Cake Time! The nurse smiled rubbing her hands together in anticipation of the deliciousness that is the mousse cream. She adjusted her fedora on her head, and picked up the fork, gladly taking the first bite, and savoring the rich chocolate taste. For a moment, the world melted away, and tehre was nothing but Beatrice and the chocolate heaven...

Then the world decided to catch up, as the little bell rang and moer people entered the cafe. Beatrice made a quiet drammatic sigh to herself, but ignored them, as she whent back to her cake and book. The shift was over, she had tomorrow off.... got her coffee.. life was great! Even a bit of people in otherwise quiet cafe would not ruin this perfect day! Well...accept Auntie Jasmine... that woman still can't get over Beatrice's personality and choice of careers. She was worse then teh Grandmothers! If that could even be possible! But, go figure! Family, that's all that could be said for taht.

(Lets see if I can actually work Beatrice out....)

[Samuel A. Parker]

SO NOW WE'VE COME UPON

THE HARDEST THING I'VE EVER DONE
ITS TELLING YOU THAT I'M A MESS[/font][/size]

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Samuel glanced at his watch and sighed in an attempt to stifle his yawn, fighting off the exhaustion he felt. It was nearing Eleven O’clock, nearly four hours after his original clock out time. These days, the manor was a bit understaffed so him and his brother had to help Eliot pick up the slack. Of course Sam didn’t mind the extra money on his paycheck, but these huge shifts were starting to wear him out. Which honestly seemed ridiculous to him because he’d spent a lot longer out in the wilderness when he’d been doing search and rescue. Cerulean eyes fell to the Bernese mountain dog by his feet, dead asleep. Jealously picked at him so he nudged the dog with his foot.

“Hey dopey, your on the clock to you know.”

The dog made a small whine before rolling over on its back and resting its head on Sam’s boot. Rolling his eyes, Samuel stepped away from the hundred pound dog and made his way back to the command center. By the time he’d get there it would be eleven and he’d be able to clock out for the day, go home and get some sleep, then rinse and repeat tonight at seven. These night shifts were slowly killing him, he was sure of it. Seeing that Sam had walked off, Ares quickly bounded up after his master, causing Sam to smile and pat the dog gently on the top of his head.

Just as he thought, as soon as they reached the command center it was time to leave for the day. It was a good thing to because Samuel was dead on his feet and Ares didn’t look any better. Grabbing his security jacket off the back of one of the chairs, he punched his time clock and was out the door before anyone could convince him to stay any longer. When Sam had first started this job, he’d carried an extra set of clothes with him to change into after his shift so he wouldn’t be forced to walk around in his security uniform to run errands and stuff. Lately though, all he had time for was work so he didn’t bother.

Choosing to walk home, not trusting himself behind the wheel honestly, would bring him past one of his favorite places to frequent before his shift. Not to mention it was one of Ares’ favorite places too. The owner had grown to like Ares and since the dog was S&R trained as well as a security dog, he was allowed in the small Café. Damn dog was spoiled if you asked Sam.

He walked up to the counter, deciding it would probably be just best to get their stuff to go. The woman behind the counter smiled and then looked at Ares with wide eyes. Sam deduced she must have been new, cause he hadn’t seen her here before. He smiled lazily at her, not really having the energy to explain whom he or the hundred pound dog beside him was. But she didn’t say anything, only taking note of his security outfit.

“I’ll have the jalapeño and cheddar baked pretzel and a coffee, black please.”

Ares let out a bark, and Sam rolled his eyes. Yeah, he was definitely spoiled rotten.

“And he’ll have a plain bagel, but if you could throw some peanut butter on it that would be great. Thanks.”

The waitress smiled and nodded, telling him to wait because the bagels were still in the oven. Samuel nodded and stood awkwardly at the counter, looking down at the dog.

“Of course we’d get stuck waiting on your order. You’re a dog, why can't you just eat dog food?”

Ares licked his hand and Sam whipped his hands off on his pants, an annoyed but amused look on his face. The berner had a charm about him; Sam could admit that, even if the dog drove him crazy. Looking up from the dog, he glanced around the room and noticed a Nurse in the corner he recognized from work. He had no idea what her name was, but then he didn’t really learn names unless he had to. Sam nodded hello in her direction, but she seemed much more interested in her chocolate cake and book. Shrugging, he glanced back at the dog who was looking up at him with his head tilted.

“What?”

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[Beatrice Franchesca Rosaline]

Slowly, Beatrice was drifting off. The combination of a long week, lack of sleep, a good day, tons of chocolate, and a wonderful book... within a marvelous atmosphere did wonders to her mental awareness. All in a good way of course, but marvels non the less! After all, how could anyone possibly withstand such a wonderful combination of just the right factors in just the right proportions? If this was not heaven, then she did not know what was! ....No doubt a tired mind speaking, but, that did not matter.

She was just getting to the best part. The part of the book which she could not wait to get to... the very best part.... the most well kept secret. Anticipation was getting to her as her eyes scaned over the page, taking in the black symbols that stood out so brightly over the white pages.... The atmosphere around her was melting away just like the chocolate in her mouth. There was nothing but the cake, the coffee, and the book.....the sweetness, the richness, the suspence....

Then a bark ripped through the fantasy.

'AIEEEEEEE!" Beatrice yelped jumping slightly as she dropped her fork back on the plate. She was always so jumpy when she was absorbed into a book, or any kind of work....Her heart was racing as she glanced at the diner about her, noticing a man...in security uniform... with a dog.... looked familiar...but her startled brain, hiped up on cafeene and lack of sleep, refused to be forced to remember anything.

Ares.. it's rude to bark when other people are enjoing their cake! Beatrice smiled as she glanced at the dog, before looking down at the book. There we go... teh dog's name was Ares... who in teh world was the guy? Her fingers began playing with her braids as she rechurned to reading, pausing for a moment as she looked up with a sly smile. Aye! The guy with Ares... you can sit with me if you want... I promise.. I don't bite! She called out, before rechurning to the book. She threw the ball, it was up to them if they were going to take it or not.

[Samuel A. Parker]

SO NOW WE'VE COME UPON

THE HARDEST THING I'VE EVER DONE
ITS TELLING YOU THAT I'M A MESS[/font][/size]

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He was sure the look on his face didn’t present his amusement as well as he would have liked. To be honest, Sam was running on fumes alone and until he had his coffee in hand, he would probably look like a zombie. Hell, even with the coffee in hand he’d probably still resemble a zombie, or that’s how he felt. Blue gaze shifted to watch as Ares quickly closed the gap between him and the woman with the chocolate cake, taking a seat beside her. Samuel rolled his eyes; Ares was always trying to make new friends- especially when they had food. Damn dog was already getting a bagel and now he was after someone’s cake.

“Ares heel.”

With one last fleeting glimpse at the cake and the nurse, Ares turned and crossed the floor over to Sam who was already meeting him halfway. As soon as he reached Sam, he shifted on his feet so that he was standing right next to him. Sam couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride at the fact the dog obeyed. The road of obedience had been a long one for Sam and Ares- or so it felt. With a boyish grin and a gentle nod in her direction, they walked over and Samuel sat down in the seat across from her.

“Thanks. I’m Samuel and this is Ares.”

Sam rested back in the chair and relished the extraordinary feeling of having the weight off his legs. His entire body was giving out, and somehow he doubted he would be ready to go back to work when seven pm rolled around. It wouldn’t matter if he was ready or not, he’d go in anyway. Sam was just like that; if work needed to be done he’d do it, after all why not? It was better then sitting in his apartment and fighting the urge to drink his self stupid. Stifling the yawn he felt trying to escape, he turned to the woman sitting across from him and focused on how familiar she looked.

“I feel like I’ve seen you around, do you work at the manor?”

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[Beatrice Franchesca Rosaline]

From ther corner of her eye Beatrice saw Ares aproaching. Someone had a bagel, and someone was happy! Glancing up from her book, Beatrice smiled as the dog got on the chair next to her. With a light giggle, she reached out scratching the dog a bit, before he was called back. It was rather doubtful now that she'll be able to read the rest of the book. Shame, but at the same time, not bad! After all, she'll end up with good company, of a very cute little fluff ball. Ok, perhaps not too much of a fluff ball, but the point is the same. The guy isn't bad too. Granted she wasn't tooo familer with him, as evident by the little, intsy-wintsy fact that she could not remember his name. Beyond the point.

She laughed as the dog got called back, talk about a dissapointment, but the dog obeyed meeting it's owner.
Aww... poor puppy, not even allowed to hang out with a pretty lady...Beatrice smiled teasing softly, more so to herself then anybody else. But, it was all right, as both came right back over.. this time with the righttufl owner. But, it gave her a good opprotunity to take a good swing of her coffee, and manage another bite of the cake before the puppy would demand some.

Ello there! Beatrice nodded with a smile as Samuel introduced himself. Pleasure meeting you, Samuel, I think I already met Ares though... Ok... so... maybe the caffeene and sweets were starting to kick in. Alot... lack of sleep helped alot too... Over and all, she was just starting get a weee bit hyper! Just a touch! ...or two....

Aye, I do... been there a couple of months... I think... I could be wrong though...You know how time flies there! Or crawls... over all seems to be living a life compleately on it's own.... I blame teh walls... they tend to do that.. much like life evolvs on the islands, different from mainland... ooohh Sorry.. I'm Beatrice by the way. Nurse there. The young woman ranted a bit, before she manged to catch herself, stoping her little rant, after she remembered that she had yet to introducer herself. Introductions before historical and random facts.... she always seemed to forget that. But, eh... so long as she managed to get the point across, did it really matter all that much?

[Samuel A. Parker]

SO NOW WE'VE COME UPON

THE HARDEST THING I'VE EVER DONE
ITS TELLING YOU THAT I'M A MESS[/font][/size]

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Samuel sipped on the coffee in his hand with a small smile, relishing the warmth that he felt slip down his throat and into his chest. The only other thing he enjoyed drinking this much was the alcohol that usually helped him sleep. With a heavy sigh, he sat it down on the counter and took a bite out of his pretzel as the nurse before him went on some long rant before finally introducing herself. Sam had to pause for a moment after she spoke, trying to take in everything she said.

That was, until he realized none of it mattered. She was rambling about something that he, to be honest, didn’t quiet understand. The main thing he took from her dialogue though, was her name. Beatrice. He nodded quietly at her and took another sip of his coffee, still enjoying it just as much as he had the first sip. Ares was sitting on the floor beside him, gazing up at Sam or more so, at his pretzel. Of course the dog had already woofed down his bagel, he ate like Sam didn’t feed him or something. Sam reached out and patted the dog’s head before returning his attention back to Beatrice.

“Nurse huh? That’s cool. And you can call me Sam if you want, Samuel always sounds a bit formal.”

It was then that Sam realized he was kind of out of practice with conversations outside of work. Ares nudged his hand again, causing Sam to redirect his attention to the bi colored canine. With a heavy sigh, he tossed the rest of his half eaten pretzel at the dog, who wolfed it down accordingly. He shook his head and let out a small laugh.

“So Beatrice, are you just getting off or about to go in?”

The odd hours didn’t surprise him, even though noon probably seemed a bit odd for a shift hour. After all, the staff deficiency wasn’t only in the security department- it was everywhere. Sometimes he wondered how the manor even managed to stay open, considering you had to have so many doctors per patients. But they somehow kept it together, which of course he was happy about because it meant he had a job.

With a small sigh, he watched as Ares made his way around the table to go back to sitting and staring at Beatrice and her plate. Sometimes that dog irked him but right now he didn’t even have the energy to care. Tilting his head back for a moment, he closed his eyes. Suddenly realizing he was about to doze off though, he jerked himself forward and took another swig of coffee.

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[Beatrice Franchesca Rosaline]

Beatrice smiled, as she took another peice of the cake. The cake was heaven. And screw the fact that she was up for the past God only knows how long. And screw the fact taht she had to go back in tomorrow morning. As it was, it was TOMORROW morning. Today was chocolate day...and hang out with coworkers day, which suited Beatrice just fine.. if only this one was not as exhausted... she would have dragged him somewhere. Just for the fun of it. But, she also knew that dragging someone in such an exhausted state, was to say the least, compleately pointless.

She watched as the dog happily gobbled down the other peice of the bagel.
If you're not carefull, he'll grow into one GIANT fluff ball! Even more so then he already is...Sam! Beatrice giggled as she watched the dog. She liked the name Samuel more... but, oh well, the guy liked being called what a guy liked being called.

Me? I just got off... I think... Granted I'll need to go back there in...oohhh... 15 some hours? Er... something along those lines, my alarm is set up, not even gonna bother to remmeber now... but you know how that works... you go in... you get stuck.. occasinally you get a break. I don't even call it getting off, it's alway just a break... I take you just got off too? Beatrice smiled pleasantly.

Hey there puppy! And how are you doing? Did you just get off of work too? Beatrice laughed as she scratched Ares behind his ears. Cute as he was.... he is not getting her cake. Her cake. Plus, chocolate was bad for dogs.

How was your shift? I know mine was as always oooh soooo intersting! She glanced up from the puppy back up at the security officer across from her. To be honest, she felt bad for them. After all, they were the ones that whent righti nto the middle of hte fights. Nurses got the easier part of the fiasco. They just gave teh tranqs! ....Well... no so easy, but hte point was all the same. Wonder how you would look if we put your fur in pigtales...She added off headnedly looking back at hte dog.

[Samuel A. Parker]

SO NOW WE'VE COME UPON

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Being dead on your feet had its advantages, of course Sam wasn’t really aware of them. Maybe the laid back feeling that overwhelmed his thoughts was one, slowing his mind down to an almost crawl in an effort to rest. Not that rest would come as long as he was sitting in this café trying to carry on a conversation with the nurse from Lucid Manor. He cracked a smile at her comment of him becoming a giant fluff ball. Sam wasn’t too worried about any increase of weight gain in Ares, damn dog was way too active.

“What? Hundred pounds not good enough for you Ms. Beatrice?”

Once more he sat back in the chair and listened to her ramble on about her shift, or alarms, or breaks… you know that- the words just kept coming and he wasn’t exactly sure where one topic started and another one ended. Basically what he took from it, was that she worked a lot. Her last bit of questioning resulted in yet another boyish grin from Sam as he let out a nod.

“Yeah, just finished up a sixteen hour shift. Going back in tonight at seven. Though fur ball here sleeps on the job all the time, so long hours don't matter much to him. Lucky.”

He watched as Ares tilted his head and wagged his tail each time Beatrice addressed him, amused with the dog’s friendliness. After all, it hadn’t been that long ago that he’d found the Berner spending its nights in alleys and trying to find food out of the garbage. He was a good dog though, and Sam counted himself lucky to have him as a partner at the manor. Because behind that loveable friendly personality, was a ferociously loyal dog who would watch out for Samuel just as much as Sam watched out for him.

“It was a shift, dull and a bit boring to be honest. Well, until breakfast anyway. Almost always have some sort of crazy confrontation at meal times but it wasn’t anything Ares couldn’t handle. How was your shift?”

Ares shifted a little on his paws to edge ever closer to the nurse, tilting his head and allowing a small whine to erupt as she talked to him about pigtails. Sam grinned, of course he wouldn’t let Beatrice do that to Ares, but it was a funny thing to think about- not that the dog had any idea what it meant. Reaching out to his coffee cup, he took a few more sips before realizing the container was empty.

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[Beatrice Franchesca Rosaline]

Beatrice drew in a drammatic sigh, putting her hand over chest, trying to do her best to look melodramatic.
A hundred pounds? This little fluff ball?! My, oh, my! What is your diet?! I must know! Beatrice laughed as she scratched the puppy behind the ars some more, before redirecting her attention back to her coworker. Soo... perhaps her attention span was a little... spacey. And at tims a little random, she knew what she was donig.. honestly.... she just also had a tendency of going off on tangents and side conversations... alot..

Lucky... Wish I could sleep on the job... would be nice... but, ouch man.. sorry to hear that.. Beatrice smiled appologetically after Samuel mentioned his shift hours. Those are never fun. She remembered the first time she pulled an all nighter or the full day-er... not fun... and the way she looked afterwards... well... lets just say if she didn't have her badge on her, she most likely would have been mistaken for one of their run away patients. Yea.... she did not look good ... at all.... had to go next day right back. Which did nothing good for her appearences. Her friends joked that she looked like a mental patient. In good humor of course!

Ohhh...don't look at me like that! You know that you'll look cute! As cute as you can be! And you'll get soooo much attention! Beatrice giggled again, as she scratched him behind the ears. And you're still not getting my cake. Mine. Anyways..... My shift? Ooh it was long... and insane... no pun intended. Um... well.. we had some chaos with the High profiles, some mess that happened in the cafeteria, I got into a fight... well.. more so ended up being dragged into one, but alll's well! My cousin's supposed to be visiting me this weekend, but that's not part of my shift... shift right... loooong... and crazy! With barely a minute of rest! Which, like you know is hard... I think I've actually seen you during one of the calls... At least Ares looks familiar.... Hmm..go figure... She paused, glancing at hte dog, then up at Samuel, her smile becoming a little mischivious.

Hey Ares... what do you say we give Samuel here the pigtailes... think he'll look lovely in them? The young nurse teased. Caffene was definetly kicking in. Excuse me Ma'am?! More coffee please! She signalled to the waitress. The second cup's on me! And God... I swear, you need to try this! This cake! Is Heaven! You will forget your tiredness in a second! She winked to Samuel, before getting another peice of cake.