I'll keep on runnin' this neverendin' race.

just_muse_me 16.8.1

2009-04-29T00:21:26Z

16.8.1. Gone In 60 Seconds

Two styrofoam coffee cups clutched in his hand, Owen made his way towards the entrance of On The Rox . Thanking the bouncer who held the door open for him, he eased inside. Arriving thirty minutes earlier than the performance, he was apparently arriving late on Dee’s watch. The coffee was nothing more than a peace offering.

Almost on cue, his cell phone began to vibrate before the embarrassing ring tone Dee programmed into his phone began to play. The Temptations’ My girl began to surface from his jacket pocket. Brushing off the odd gazes thrown in his direction, he placed one of the cups onto a table, before fishing around for his phone.

As he did so, he began to survey the unusually quiet environment. A few staff workers were getting light fixtures up and running. Their laughter was present between the grunts of frustration or light banter. He noticed a young woman flirting with a man while he helped her set up tables.

And than there was the stage. Empty expect for a single piano, maybe they were going to add the rest of I Love Frankie’s instruments, but currently it looked lifeless. An almost familiar figure stood with his back towards him.

The lights from the stage radiated onto the individual, leaving Owen intrigued. It was more than obvious, they were waiting for someone, almost impatiently. He noted their foot tapping to some odd unheard rhythm before they buried their hand in their pockets.

Which reminded Owen that he was currently trying to answer Dee’s call. By the time he retrieved his phone, it had gone silent. Shrugging it off, the young PR didn’t think anything of the missed call. Grabbing a hold of the cups again, Owen approached the stage. Yes, he was wanting to catch a glimpse of the individuals face, but it wasn’t his priority. He wanted to greet Dee before her big performance.

The man, he assumed, must have noted the presents of someone approach, and began to turn his head towards Owen. Without warning, the temperatures dropped drastically and Owen’s saliva lodged in his throat. He couldn’t breath and blood seemed to drain out of his face while he fought to regain his composure.

Rodney; however, seemed almost pleased by his son’s appearance. A shift in his stance, caused Owen’s body to reboot itself. Ten years of no contact whatsoever, and suddenly here his father was, at Dee’s performance.

It should have raised questions, but currently Owen felt nothing like the man he was; he felt like a frightened adolescent. Seeing Rodney brought his back nearly ten years. Clutching the cups in his hands, he felt the styrofoam break under the pressure, and hot liquid leaked onto his fingers.

Wanting nothing more than to hightail it out of there without raising questions, Owen turned on his heels. Ditching the cups on the nearest table, he pulled his jacket tighter around his waist and quickened his pace. It was his first instinct, running away. Owen was used to doing exactly that whenever he was placed in a difficult situation, but this was different on so many levels, or at least that was want he was trying to convince himself of.

By the time he made it to the door, he was practically running as if the walls were closing on him. As the fresh breeze came in contact with his face, and there was a wall placed between him and his father, Owen finally began to catch himself. The slight break in tension; however, didn’t eliminate the threat. Continuing in the same pace, Owen made his way towards the parking lot.

In a quick dash, he began dialling Dee’s cell phone number, and raised it to his ear. Roughly his shoulders came in contact with a few bodies, some of them woman. Although he apologized, he refused to decrease his pace, or glance back for that matter.

She picked up after the fifth ring. “Dee, I need you to meet me outside.”

Muse: Owen Parker
Fondom: Original Character
Word Count: 665

I am Canadian

2009-04-22T02:02:55Z

Amongst the chaos at work, I’m taking a moment out of my day to post link to this. There’s nothing better than a little patriotic advertising once in a while.

neverendin_race @ 2009-04-13T10:14:00

2009-04-13T16:15:24Z

You’d think work would get easier. ~~It ~~never~~ does~~.

Rob's probably a spoon. A fat only used for soup, spoon.

2009-04-07T02:01:31Z

You are a Knife

You are precise, determined, and detail oriented.

You mean what you say, and you say what you mean.

You enjoy taking risks and living on the edge.

You are a controversial person. You opinions tend to be divisive.

What Utensil Are You?

just_muse_me 12.5.1. A childhood memory

2009-04-07T01:26:12Z

I constantly played with cars as a child. It was my therapy, my coping mechanism, whatever you want to call it, it brought me comfort in it‘s greatest form. Whenever I didn’t get my way, or when some big kid pushed me to the ground, I would go home and pick up my race cars. No tears would fall after that; no more pouting. Pushing a small piece of metal across the linoleum or carpet would consistently, without fail, bring a smile to my face.

It didn’t take long until the misery my old man dealt began to weigh on my shoulders, and before I knew it, the cars lost its magic. I lost my only defence mechanism against the worries that strained my naïve ten year old heart.

But while I lost my childhood, so to speak, I realized that my sisters were slipping away too. Specifically, Willows. Ari would constantly cry and whine whenever Will would refuse to play Barbies with her. It was subtle but I noticed from afar because I was never close to Ari.

I don’t know where this desire came from, but for some strange reason I felt obligated to help persevere her from the abuse that was beginning to rage through our household. I did what any ten year old would do to help their younger sister. I played Barbies with her. I would play with my action figures and G.I Joes while she dressed her Barbies. As much as I hated it, I remember the loathing I had for those dolls, some sort of happiness would wash over me because it would make Ari smile.

The gleeful smile, that I’ve longed for ever since my days of playing cars, was on her face when we played.

And I miss that. How is that possible? How can a grown twenty-six year old man miss playing with dolls?

I may not miss the dolls aspect, but I miss the relationship I had with my sisters. I haven’t been protecting them for years, and that makes me feel like a failure.

I failed as not only a guardian, but as a brother as well. I came to this conclusion as I was unpacking some boxes this morning. To my surprise when I opened one of the smaller boxes, a bright red object caught my eye. It was my favourite aged, worn out, race car.

neverendin_race @ 2009-03-26T14:13:00

2009-03-26T20:13:49Z

You Are The Brain

You're the type of person who's always on, always churning.

You are alert and quick to react. You like to stay busy.

You are responsible but also demanding. You take up a lot of energy.

You are someone of deep mystery. There's a lot below the surface that's hard to figure out.

What Internal Organ Are You?

Maroon PR's meet lead singer for I love Frankies. [Rp for Dee, Robert, and Natalie]

2009-03-23T03:54:55Z

Owen raked his slender fingers through his dark hair while his vehicle came to a stop at a read light. He casted a glance in Dee’s direction before he smiled. With all the work, and the dilemma that Robert and Natalie were going though, they finally had an evening to gather the four individuals together. Amongst everything it was Robert’s idea to bring Dee to the beach house, and with Natalie encouragement, Owen couldn’t possible say no.

The light flicked to green and his attention fell back to the rode. “So, are ya excited to meet my roommates?” Although they were more than roommates. They were friends, colleges, and, well, family.

Dressed casually in a red plaid jacket, white t-shirt, and true religion jeans, Owen rarely dressed formally on the weekends, which was weird considering he usually dressed like he was ready to work.

A bee.

2009-03-17T22:53:43Z

Your Animal is the Bee

You are a very social and cooperative person. You thrive in a crowd.

You are charismatic and engaging. You are good at organizing and leading a group.

You are a spontaneous, busy person. You love leading an active life.

You find that communication comes naturally to you. You are are able to express yourself without frustration.

What's Your Celtic Animal?

For sixwordstories

2009-03-12T22:59:59Z

The new office is absolute chaos.

Text Message To wantmerob

2009-03-12T05:01:46Z

Yo, man. Where are you?

This new season, it brings with it signs of hope - [withdee_sanders]

2009-03-10T23:12:20Z

Owen’s flight touched down in LA nearly six hours ago, and here he was getting ready for Dee’s surprise visit. He wanted to make sure everything was positively perfect, down to the candle that was centred on the table.

The Canadian purposely told her that he wasn’t moving until Friday which meant that his arrival was as unexpected as Dee’s father coming to see her. Not that he was there, or even knew of her relocation. Wincing slightly, he shook the harsh thought out of his head. She was going to be alone for her birthday, having moved to Los Angelus only days ago, she had the members of I Love Frankie to keep her warm heart company.

It was thanks to them that Owen was even there, standing in Dee’s condo kitchen. They managed to steal her key, and gave it to him as a welcome gift, he guessed. “She better be so surprised that she doesn’t stop talking about this for weeks.” Another band member cut her friend off, “Or else, O, you‘re getting a personal flight back to New York, and no, man, it’s not going to be first class.” They threatened him with a teasing warm smile, but something told him that they were dead serious.

Brushing his hands together in a job well done, he glanced at the presents that were wrapped on the table. A guitar that her band mates helped him pick out, and a pair of Marc Jacobs glasses.

He also had dinner on the table. A romantic dinner that contained of Lobster. Yes, it was obvious that Owen was trying his absolute hardest to make Dee’s surprise amazing and flawless. Everyone knew that Owen was nothing close to a chef, so Vanessa had made the dinner for the couple. Still exhausted and groggy from the plane flight, Owen was running on adrenaline. And maybe on love too.

Making sure that all the lights were on, Owen didn’t want to scare Dee into a dreaded fight or flight mode by his unexpected visit. Hearing the deadbolt unlock Owen exhaled deeply.

“Hello again, stranger. “His greeting was in company with a large grin. God, he missed Dee Sanders. "Happy birthday."

For sixwordstories

2009-03-10T01:17:27Z

Boarding my flight to LA soon.

Its the ninth already.

2009-03-09T17:57:19Z

You Are a Creek

You are a dynamic, energetic person. You tend to change quickly and often.

You are spirited and gleeful. You believe it's important to live a colorful life.

You are also quite brave. You are able to look past your fears.

You have what it takes to be very heroic. If the opportunity arises, you can use your strength.

What Body of Water Are You?

This meme hits a lot closer to home than the last meme I did. It was so off, it made me laugh. So, anyways, I'm all packed and ready leave for LA in... 8 hours. Wow, I had no idea it was the 9th already, for some strange reason I thought I had a few more days in New York, but this is the last. This is it.

From everyone.

2009-03-09T02:46:17Z

You Are Smart and Worldly

When You Are Comfortable:

You are well-read and well-informed. You have educated yourself a lot, and you have many deeply held beliefs.

People see you as candid and outspoken. You have an opinion on everything, and you don't shy away at making it known.

When You Are At Your Best:

You are a hard worker. You need security and stability in your life, even if that means putting in long hours.

People see you as solid and dependable. You are always able to see the good in situations. Other find this comforting.

When You Are in a Social Setting:

You are very unique and talented. You solve problems well, and you have a creative approach to life.

People see you as straightforward and level headed. You can see opportunities when others only see troubles.

What Do Your Initials Say About You?

A shoulder to… be sick on. - [Rp withhertroubles]

2009-03-08T22:22:19Z

Taking a relatively long drag of his cigarette, Owen finished it off before pushing the butt outside his car window. In all honesty he did know where the fuck he was. Finding Jacky’s house was proving to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Impossible. Unfolding the white sheet of paper that had her address handwritten on it, he craned his neck to glance at the street signs.

He’d been at this for over an hour, and refused to admit he was lost. Stubborn creatures, males are. It was the reason why he hasn’t called her as of yet. Jacky meant a lot to Owen. He thought of her as his younger sister, and she helped fill the gap that had been empty for so many years. Doing a very brotherly thing, Owen suggested that she’d come stay with him while she fount off her fever, or whatever she had.

Comparing the name on the paper, to the name on the street sign, he was in denial. They matched. Finding it called for another well deserved cigarette. Turning onto her street, Owen stopped himself from grabbing the pack. Jacky was sick and he didn’t want the second hand smoke to make her feel worse. At that thought, he opened all the windows to his car, airing all the toxics out.

Pulling up to her house, Owen exited his vehicle and hurried up the steps. He was incredibly wait, and hoped that she wasn’t worried. His knuckle came in contact with the wood, before he reached down and turned the doorknob. It was open.

Letting himself in, he let his presence be known, “Hey, Kiddo. I’m finally here.”

just_muse_me 15.6.3.

2009-03-08T06:58:37Z

15.6.3. TEN names you've been called

Let’s start with the more obvious, less creative ones.

01. Owen Parker.
02. Owen.
03. Mr. Parker.
04. Parker.

More creative, to a certain extent.

05. Cappuccino.
06. Canada.
07. Owester.
08. Big brother.
09. Owie.- Never again.
10. ~~Fucker, asshole, ect.~~ Mckay.

just_muse_me 14.8.2.

2009-03-04T01:01:42Z

LA Connections

Owen had no intention of putting on a smile once he stepped through the doors of Maroon head office. It was Vanessa, out of everyone, who managed to pull him out of his daze. Using a bend in her knees, she pushed her small frame on the corner of Owen’s office desk which just went to show how short she really was. Owen made an effort to comment on that very fact, but was stopped in his tracks.

Vanessa raised an silencing finger, and glared half-heartedly, “Don’t even start mister.” She warned. On any other give day, Owen would have chuckled, laughed even, but after a terrible, brutal break laughter was the last thing on the young PR’s mind. Noting his slow to appear smile, Vanessa frowned. “What’s wrong, Cappuccino?”

Raising an eyebrow, a half smile was all he managed produce. “Cappuccino?”

“Yes, I gave you this nickname based on your coffee preference. Yes, I know I’m cleaver.” The South American beamed, before she grew serious. Owen had to admit, her emotions changed faster than a light switch. Next to Robert, she was his favourite at Maroon, but she was off limits because she was happily married and had two daughters.

Loosening his tie, Owen shook his head in response. Did he really want to tell her that not only did his boyfriend break up with him in the most insensitive type of way, but that wasn’t until before he explained that he was bedding two other individuals. Appalled, Owen couldn’t let the jabs hurt him, at least not while they were arguing. The facts sunk in, leaving burning scars on his already fragile heart.

At least he didn’t fall in love with the bastard, right?

That’s what he had attempted convinced himself, yet Owen wasn’t faithful himself. He didn’t go as far as have sex with two people in the same night, he did happen to kiss Dee. Although, He didn’t regret a second of it.

“Nothin’s wrong.” If he were Pinocchio his nose would have extended right then and there. God, he was really going to miss reading that story to C.

Their conversation was disrupted as Robert entered Owen’s office, without a knock, of course. That was Robert’s speciality, entering at the worst possible time of someone’s conversation. “Did you get the memo, man?”

Owen’s eyebrows raised for the second time that hour. What memo? “No, I just got back from Paris, and didn’t even bother to check my e-mail.” Pressing the power button for his computer, he waited through the humming and start-up. “I’m guessin’ what’s on it is pretty life changin’?”

Vanessa and Robert exchanged leers that went noticed by Owen. Unimpressed, he leaned back in his seat. “What?”

“To expand the business, and success, of Maroon…” Robert paused, adding to the suspense, another terrible habit he used to make Owen’s life a living hell. “We’ve, or the company, has created a district office in Los Angeles.” Owen could only blink in response, as Robert continued, “A few departments are being transferred to jumpstart the new location. One of those departments is this one.”

“We’re being transferred, Owen.” Vanessa clarified, causing Owen’s confused expression to fall. Her tone was far less joyful than Roberts, because as a young mother she had no intention of relocating her young daughters but this was mandatory. The friendships were already formed, and she would never turn her back on this department.

Owen, on the other hand, was thankful, this was a answer to the prayers he hadn’t even began to ask yet. As they say, old habits die hard, and he was more than ready to leave. Relocating to California was the exactly what he needed.

This time around, his smile came easier.

Muse: Owen Parker
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 619

For sixwordstories

2009-03-03T02:46:18Z

Everything’s been so incredibly quiet lately.

[charloft] Wednesday Prompt

2009-02-27T00:22:14Z

What do you see when you look inside yourself?

Subconscious thoughts and feelings [RP fordee_sanders ]

2009-02-25T04:44:01Z

[OOCBendy time is in play, this takes place around March 6th]

Unpacking had been just as much hell as packing. It was safe to say, Owen hated traveling; however, he was glad he agreed to go with his boyfriend and daughter. Dragging his drained feet across the hardwood in his apartment, he made an attempt to scroll through the picture he took with Adam and C, but something prevented him to do so.

The thought of Dee haunted him all throughout his trip to Paris. Raking his fingers through his dishevelled hair, he reached for his cell phone instead of the camera. Scrolling past Adam’s name, he stopped at Dee’s.

He tried to convince himself that the only reason she was constantly on his mind was because he was worried. Although her condition was improving greatly, he was scared that they had left her too soon, or that’s what he kept telling himself.

His phone automatically dialled her number before he raised it to his ear, exiting his bedroom. Yawning, he sank into his couch, aimlessly staring at the muted television. Family guy wasn’t worthwhile without Peter’s hilarious voice actor to incompany the graphics.

For sixwordstories

2009-02-23T23:42:40Z

The sunsets here are pretty remarkable.

neverendin_race @ 2009-02-22T18:37:00

2009-02-23T01:38:21Z

For sixwordstories

2009-02-20T19:59:38Z

[Locked from Adam]

I don’t wanna go to Paris. ~~There, I said it.~~

[OOC] Because everyone loves and appreciates feedback!

2009-02-19T04:44:18Z

RP LOVE MEME

From 'round.

2009-02-18T04:13:59Z

You Are Fearless

You have great dreams and unrelenting ambition. You go for what you want, and it's hard to deter you.

You are incredibly competent and intelligent. You've had a very high success rate in your life.

You tend to dominate people. You have a very strong personality, and others tend to heed to your demands.

You're confident enough to be considered arrogant. You tend to think of other people in terms of what they can do for you.

Are You Flirtatious, Fearless, Factual, or Friendly?