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Oct 17 2016, 08:39 PM




margaret a. parker
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Oct 23 2016, 06:19 PM
she/her
twenty-two


mediumship
student & waitress
hazel abe
jules [she/her] • 341 posts


because our young and healthy bones would never lead us astray
maggie
Hazel didn't hold art in a very high regard. Partly because it wasn't a practical line of work - not quantitative or respectable enough for her taste. But partly because she wasn't very good at it. She didn't have the natural talent or the time to practice, and Hazel didn't see the point in doing something if you weren't doing it well. And since finding her calling law school, Hazel had no interest in trying new things. Unlike most people her age, all she wanted was stability, a habitual and normal life.

She still didn't know how she'd let Maggie to rope her into an art class. But Hazel felt that way about their friendship as a whole - bewildered as to how she'd been caught up in it, but still glad it had happened.

Perhaps she was a little bit less excited about tonight, but Hazel was reliable, the sort of person who wouldn't cancel plans for anything short of a life or death situation. Irrational worry aside, there was no reason to miss it. It was just a hobby art class - there were no rankings or grades, nothing to stress about. And given how completely her life had been turned on its head in the past few months, this was hardly worth a moment's anxiety.

Coming up to the building, she double checked the address before tucking her phone into her purse. She spotted Maggie quickly, her hair a bright smear of orange against the evening's dreary palette of blues.

"Hey. You're early." There was a self-aware, teasing edge to her tone. Hazel was the one who always came early, but she was relieved that Maggie had shown up in advance too, that she wouldn't be left waiting alone with her worries.

Oct 27 2016, 12:17 PM




margaret a. parker
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Nov 1 2016, 03:19 PM
she/her
twenty-two


mediumship
student & waitress
hazel abe
jules [she/her] • 341 posts


because our young and healthy bones would never lead us astray
maggie
"Guess I'm a good influence." She said. Though if anything, Hazel was more of a nag. She had enough on her plate without worrying about the flaws of strangers, but stepping into her friend circle meant you were open to her overbearing criticism. She held everyone, herself especially, to high standards. But there was a point in any relationship where Hazel was forced to let go of her expectations and settle for offering suggestions, hoping that others would be forced listen if she said it enough.

"I haven't painted anything since grade school." Hazel admitted as she glanced up at the building. If she compared her art to her childhood scribbles, then she could probably consider herself improved; but instead, her mind would draw comparisons to the Vitruvian man or the Sistine Chapel and all the things she lacked.

When she looked back at Maggie, she could see the other woman's excitement. Hazel didn't know if she felt comforted or pressured by it, but she smiled either way. "Wanna go inside, then?" The weather was starting to cool, and it was becoming less and less pleasant to spend any amount of time outdoors.


Nov 3 2016, 05:01 PM




margaret a. parker
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Nov 14 2016, 01:44 PM
she/her
twenty-two


mediumship
student & waitress
hazel abe
jules [she/her] • 341 posts


because our young and healthy bones would never lead us astray
maggie
"That doesn't sound like me, but I'll give it a try." Hazel strove always for perfection, thought mistakes to be unacceptable, but it was an exhausting way to live. As much as she scorned the reckless and the failed, there was a level of curiosity. Maybe jealousy. What was it like to live like that, so placid and inert? In a way, she strove for it in all her synthetic attempts to mute her overactive mind.

She didn't mention that she'd never learned to ride a bike either. Dad wasn't home enough. Mom was too busy. It wasn't any source of insecurity, nothing that made her feel lacking, but she wasn't going to derail Maggie's point with semantics.

At the very least, she could be relieved that they weren't at a bar. It was too stressful and alienating to entirely oppose all drinking, but it was pretty universal that being the only sober one was never much fun. Especially for someone like Hazel, someone who prized intellect and logic, moderation and responsibility, and all the aspects of a person that alcohol impaired.

Hazel led the way into the classroom. Instinct was to take a place in the front, but being so far out of her comfort zone, she chose a place a few rows back, where she wouldn't be the centre of attention. It was intimidating in its strangeness - the rows of easels, the paint-smeared state of things, the acrid smell. She set her bag in her lap, toying slightly with the clasp.

"Thanks again for inviting me. This isn't what I would have chosen," which was perhaps the point, "but I do need to unwind sometimes. Just don't expect too much."


Nov 14 2016, 07:36 PM




margaret a. parker
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Nov 26 2016, 11:37 PM
she/her
twenty-two


mediumship
student & waitress
hazel abe
jules [she/her] • 341 posts


because our young and healthy bones would never lead us astray
maggie
Hazel nodded. Though, that was the problem - that she didn't feel like a person of enough substance to leave any mark on the page. The comforting thing about law was that everything followed the path of logic, everything was built on precedent and backed with research. It was a matter of piecing it together and presenting it convincingly, neatly wrapped up with a bow. That, she could manage.

She didn't think of herself as a creator. She had no experience in building things from scratch. Especially in comparison to Maggie, who had an upper hand in all this. Not that it was a competition, not that it mattered, she had to remind herself.

"I do like a challenge." She admitted, though she'd have to see about the 'fun' part. And whether her final product would be satisfactory enough for wall art. Hazel shrugged. "If I hate it, I can always send it to my mom." At least her mom would be able to enjoy it, for purely sentimental reasons.

The classroom door opened, cold air wafting in along with a small throng of people.


Nov 30 2016, 09:18 PM




margaret a. parker
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Dec 10 2016, 02:31 AM
she/her
twenty-two


mediumship
student & waitress
hazel abe
jules [she/her] • 341 posts


because our young and healthy bones would never lead us astray
maggie
Hazel smiled, not sure if it was a barb at her constant need for productivity. She hardly ever sat still or relaxed. She always needed to be doing something, and something good. Maybe that was why she liked reading so much - something entertaining but challenging, something that could distract her from her racing thoughts.

"Oh, um." Her eye contact faltered for a moment. She twisted the strap of her bag around her fingers. "It's been fine." She didn't think Maggie expected things to be 'good' for Hazel, who lived for purpose rather than enjoyment. But she wasn't going to invite any probing or show any weakness by admitting that things were fucked up. That she was hearing voices and seeing dead people and cutting class and upping her dosage. "Same old." A blatant lie, but Hazel thought herself a pretty good liar - lawyer stereotypes aside. She smiled. She felt tense.

"How about you?"


Dec 18 2016, 10:04 PM




margaret a. parker
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Jan 5 2017, 07:25 PM
she/her
twenty-two


mediumship
student & waitress
hazel abe
jules [she/her] • 341 posts


because our young and healthy bones would never lead us astray
maggie
"Haven't had much time for fun." She admitted. Though that was pretty on par for Hazel. If she wasn't studying, she was working. She had scholarships and grants that made things more manageable, but she was still paying for books and living expenses. And she didn't want to think of what would happen to her financial aid once the semester was up, with her grades slipping as they were.

But they were here to have a simple, fun, evening. Not to talk about how badly her life had gone off the rails. Not that Hazel wanted to bring that up, ever. She suddenly felt conscious of her fidgeting, and she rested her hands in her lap, concentrating on keeping still and looking unperturbed. Maybe Maggie could tell something was off anyways, but she hadn't brought it up.

In any case, she'd kept talking, giving Hazel an opportunity to turn the conversation away from herself, and she took it. Her brow creased in concern. "Oh, is it anyone I know?"

Jan 11 2017, 11:06 PM




margaret a. parker
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Jan 16 2017, 02:45 PM
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maggie
Hazel just flashed her a conciliatory smile. Fun was a luxury, and seemed like an unreasonably high expectation at this point. And Hazel was nothing if not a realist. All she really wanted was for things to go back to the way they used to be. Her life had always been - and always would be - stressful and busy, but at least it had been manageable.

"How come I've never heard about him before?" She leaned in slightly, implored Maggie to go on. You didn't bring up someone's eyes in casual conversation unless you spent a lot of time gazing wistfully into them. Hazel supposed she was a romantic at heart.

Jan 22 2017, 07:22 PM




margaret a. parker
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