Love Psalm

[Jane<3]

Every single day, I sift through my papers, looking for a certain file, to remind me what I live for. What I speak for. What I breathe for. These papers contain information on people: their name, age, where they live, marital status, all the lot. I know an inch of people's lives by looking through these files. Every single day, these people pay me to twist facts and manipulate the representation of truths to suit their case. To be honest, everything in context has its own truth. So whoever tells the story the best, wins.

That's what I do whenever I'm wearing my lovely work suit, a briefcase in hand, a laptop tucked under the other arm. I wake up in the morning of my condominium unit to phone calls and left messages in my answering machine. My PDA is also bombarded with contact info and meeting schedules. Yes, these people need me to lie for their protection. Every single day.

But every single day, whether I am on-duty or off-duty in my work, I sift through these papers, looking for that certain file. A file that I could never forget. This person I had known a long time ago, and although I never talked to him, we are destined for each other. You see, it started when I accidentally found his file on my doorstep. I read about a wonderfully mysterious and attractive manisfestation of a human being being enclosed in an asylum. It was him. Saint Joseph's Asylum for Wayward Souls. It had been my mission, my calling, it had been fate that I meet him again. This was the letter I had given to him before I headed to court to appeal for him:

You will be out of here soon, Mr. Faustus D. Ankari. I shall be representing you in court while you are patiently waiting your release. Society's eyes will be open to your potential and thusly, I have come to terms with the fact that you do not belong here. Don't be afraid. I shall protect you in every meaning of the word.

Once you are free from this grief-stricken place, we might not see each other again as a lawyer-and-client. But I shall find you again and see for myself what you have become in my heart and mind.

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Now that I heard that he was released, I have a new mission. Not to gather information of him, not to know where he is or where he sleeps. But to have him.

Every single day, I sift through these papers, looking for his file, to once again remind me what I steadfastly stand up for. What I sincerely smile for. And what I dedicate every moment of my life to. Soon enough... I will find you, Faustus~ <3

With this last thought circling my head, I placed these precious papers back into my briefcase, closed the laptop that rested on my lap, and flicked my hair against the sun. I was off-duty today.

[jakeyjake]

OOC: Since you didn't really give much toward location specifics, I'm going to sort of assume for this post, hope you don't mind. ^^

To escape from it all, the perfect reason to be out during a day like this. One might call Jake a so called 'emo' due to his hatred toward so many things, including how his life is lived, but he didn't really care what he was classified as. Truly, he thought his life sucked, nothing to really change that fact now was there!?

Anyways, he was out to get away from his parents, walking down the sidewalk of the park. The heat radiating form the sun was causing a few drops of that salty and disgusting sweat to drip down the top of his forehead rolling down the sides of his pale cheeks. Due to having a lot of hair, and it being black, it was a great sweat creator, and loved to attract heat toward him, it was horrible! Of course, even though he had a heat magnet filled with dead cells on his head, it also made him look pretty attractive if I could say so myself. Of course, my opinion doesn't count, I just explain what's going on, and am trying to talk up my good over emotional friend Jake here!

Unfortunately, due to it being slightly hot this day, and Jake seeing as to how Jake was taking a stroll, he decided to ditch his whole hoodie thing that he wore all the time. All he had on was a nice white t-shirt, and baggy black colored jeans, nothing too much more on that subject. Jake wasn't a big fan when it came toward accessories, so besides glasses, don't expect much more out of him! Oh, and yes, Jake was muscular so you could now see his muscles, not disgustingly muscular, but you could tell that he definitely works to get his figure, though it is more of a different type of working out then you might... expect.

Alright! Jake's legs were getting a bit sore to be truthfully honest, and he of course knew this because it was his body. He needed a place to rest, just regain his energy, allow himself to get back into the game! With that stated, he made it engraved into his mind that he was going to sit at the next bench no matter what, unless it was taken up by several people, or an extremely fat person.

But what happens if it is a hotty that makes you feel awkward...?

Wow, this was a toughie because you see, Jake found the next bench, but there was this really beautiful girl you see, and she was sitting at the bench with a laptop in her lap. Nobody else was really with her, and it was the only bench for quite a long distance. It would be weird if he just sat next to her though, and he didn't know if he should go talk to her in fears that she would be mean to him and call him names. Jake didn't like being made fun of... it brought out the worser side of him.

Shaking a bit from pure nervousness, Jake decided he would suck it up and go for it! Forget the fact that she was good looking, and Jake was classified as a psychopath by quite a bit of people, she didn't know about his psycho reputation, right!?

It took a lot out of Jake, but finally he managed to move up to her preparing himself to talk to this girl. Unlike usual when Jake spoke, the few times he found himself doing it, this time his voice hinted a lot of nervousness and showed little confidence. It was as if the one true weakness he had was good looking girls, talk about a pain in the arse to get around!

"H, hey... mind if I sit... uhh... in the empty spot...?"

Wow, it sure did get a lot hotter because Jake found himself sweating a lot more! Either that, or this girl was making him more nervous than ever before! Let's just see how this works out, everything was seeming to go bad, but it couldn't make Jake's life any worse than it already was, right?

OOC: Uhh... sorry it isn't the best, and if there is anything I might of gotten wrong or something, my apologies, feel free to tell me if you want.

[Jane<3]

Just as I had closed my laptop and put it away where it cannot be touched by none other than me, I heard footsteps that headed towards my direction. No, it wasn't like a typical passer-by that tend to overlook you once and never again. I looked up to see boy dressed casually, unlike me and my after-work attire. By his appearance, he looked like a typical teenage boy. Laidback. Careless. Susceptible.

I had been studying human behavior for some time now, and I can tell from his unstable speech that something is impeding him. Ah, that was when I thought that maybe I could have some fun on this day. My hair was tied up in a messy bun, with some loose strands hanging on the sides, which I know looked appealing to most members of the opposite sex. Of course! It was me he had his words stumbling for! This is... perfect, I suppose. And not to mention, interesting. He probably doesn't know my age, nor my profession as a lawyer, and I prefer it that way for now.

I smiled back at him with a quirky smile and with my lips cheekily pursed as an invitation, and I slowly rested my hand on the empty spot next to me to indicate where he can sit. A bit too friendly perhaps, but I seriously doubt he would complain~ I remained silent for now, and tried to examine this person as he would take his action, or the lack thereof...