Andeervich
New Member
Situation Outside 6:45 PM
Location Apartment Complex, at the entrance
Mood A little touseled
Mention sakura_
After putting the boxes into the recycling area, Archer was on his way back to his apartment. He needed to get out of these filthy clothes — he was still in his mint-green scrubs and white lab coat from work — and they had worked all over them. Usually, the man was good about taking a shower and changing right after work but Anna called. That was a distraction and he got off from his regular path or process, but he was right back on it. The thought of being clean and having clean clothes on made his skin crawl in a satisfying way — clean and comfy. What a thought.
Stretching before heading towards the front door, he felt his hair tie pinching. It wasn’t his. He wore scrunchies because regular hair ties would break in his hair. Today was an off day for Archer and he had to borrow a hair tie from a fellow nurse. She always carried extra and she gave him a dark green one because she thought it would match his hair and eyes. Why was he off today? Nothing has really happened in the past two weeks, nothing exciting or devastating. Maybe he was tired? Exhausted even. He really did need a few days off and he wasn’t allowing himself any rest.
In his thoughts of being distracted by the hair tie bothering him along with wondering why he was in such a mood, he almost ran into someone that was carrying boxes. Hearing one slip and fall on the ground, he quickly forced a smile to show that everything was alright before bending down to grab it, “I’m terribly sorry…” he gently spoke while picking up the one box. “I didn’t mean to run into you.” He wasn’t sure if he ran into them or if their boxes knocked on the door or wall, but he was holding the door open for the stranger.
This was when his eyes were able to focus on a shorter and smaller-statured young woman, with dark hair and pale skin. Taking in the qualities of her face, he did not recognize her. Archer couldn’t assume that she was new either, because he has only lived in the complex for about three months and had barely been home to truly socialize with anyone. He didn’t want to be wrong about her being new to the building or not either, but he knew that he could casually say something like, “I do not think I have seen you around before,” this was neutral territory for the both of them.
Then his thoughts came to his mind, intrusive thoughts, she’s going to think you killed someone... Have you killed someone? I think I have. No… No, I have not. You’re in scrubs, she probably can tell you work in the medical field. Hopefully a good person in the medical field. Wouldn’t want to be a bad person in the medical field. Dammit, Archer stop thinking…, sometimes he hated how his mind worked — it was literally everywhere. He would think too much about little situations sometimes. At this moment, he was probably staring and looking dumb. It wasn’t that he worried about first impressions or people liking him. He wasn’t anxious or even that nervous about meeting a new face, but he was in bloody scrubs. Something that could make anyone uncomfortable.
You think too much into things. People do not think you are a serial killer because you are dressed in scrubs and they happen to have blood on them. Most people will realize you work in the medical field. Maybe he was somewhat anti-social even if he was confident and pretty social most of the time. Or maybe his own thoughts hated him — who knew?
Location Apartment Complex, at the entrance
Mood A little touseled
Mention sakura_
Stretching before heading towards the front door, he felt his hair tie pinching. It wasn’t his. He wore scrunchies because regular hair ties would break in his hair. Today was an off day for Archer and he had to borrow a hair tie from a fellow nurse. She always carried extra and she gave him a dark green one because she thought it would match his hair and eyes. Why was he off today? Nothing has really happened in the past two weeks, nothing exciting or devastating. Maybe he was tired? Exhausted even. He really did need a few days off and he wasn’t allowing himself any rest.
In his thoughts of being distracted by the hair tie bothering him along with wondering why he was in such a mood, he almost ran into someone that was carrying boxes. Hearing one slip and fall on the ground, he quickly forced a smile to show that everything was alright before bending down to grab it, “I’m terribly sorry…” he gently spoke while picking up the one box. “I didn’t mean to run into you.” He wasn’t sure if he ran into them or if their boxes knocked on the door or wall, but he was holding the door open for the stranger.
This was when his eyes were able to focus on a shorter and smaller-statured young woman, with dark hair and pale skin. Taking in the qualities of her face, he did not recognize her. Archer couldn’t assume that she was new either, because he has only lived in the complex for about three months and had barely been home to truly socialize with anyone. He didn’t want to be wrong about her being new to the building or not either, but he knew that he could casually say something like, “I do not think I have seen you around before,” this was neutral territory for the both of them.
Then his thoughts came to his mind, intrusive thoughts, she’s going to think you killed someone... Have you killed someone? I think I have. No… No, I have not. You’re in scrubs, she probably can tell you work in the medical field. Hopefully a good person in the medical field. Wouldn’t want to be a bad person in the medical field. Dammit, Archer stop thinking…, sometimes he hated how his mind worked — it was literally everywhere. He would think too much about little situations sometimes. At this moment, he was probably staring and looking dumb. It wasn’t that he worried about first impressions or people liking him. He wasn’t anxious or even that nervous about meeting a new face, but he was in bloody scrubs. Something that could make anyone uncomfortable.
You think too much into things. People do not think you are a serial killer because you are dressed in scrubs and they happen to have blood on them. Most people will realize you work in the medical field. Maybe he was somewhat anti-social even if he was confident and pretty social most of the time. Or maybe his own thoughts hated him — who knew?