take my hand [brooks]

[DESTINY ADDISON JACOBS]

The beach, it is by far one of the most fun places to go to. Which it was hard to avoid it, they were on a island after all, it wasn’t a small island, but small enough that it made a difference. Destiny liked to go to the beach every once in awhile, she wasn’t that big on the sun and poisoning herself with the UV rays that everyone and their brother yapped into her ear. Sure there was always the possibility of sub-block, but who used it the thick white concoction always felt so weird on your skin made you feel all greasy and when you actually made it to the beach the sand would stick to you like glue. Though the sand was good for your skin, that was the rumor at least. Destiny really didn’t mind. Despite her constantly complaining, it was just a front she enjoyed the beach the little that she went to it.

Today was going to be one of those random occurrences. She was going to take a trip to the beach, enjoy herself in either the water or laying out on the sand watching cute boys play beach volleyball. The benefits of being single you get to look at all the pretty boys and not feel guilty. Destiny leaned over her couch, throwing off the pillows scowling. ”Where are my damn keys!”

[/color] she snapped. It was one of the many declines of her being so free willed and not really all that organized in her actual life, she was constantly losing things that weren’t in her paint room. Her kitty jumped on the arm of the couch and looked at her disheveled owner. Destiny sat on the couch and rested her chin on her palm. Before her eyes lay on the long multicolored lanyard that was tired to her key ring. Jumping off the couch she grabbed her keys and dashed to her beach bag that lay next to her front door. ”Cali, you be good.”[/color] she told the cat. It wasn’t likely she’d not behave most of the time she slept.

Destiny wandered out to her Jeep Liberty and tossed her things into the back of the trunk. Jumping into her car she pulled out of her driveway, avoiding the elderly land lord that liked to shake her fist at anyone who drove a car. She supposed it was because the police revoked her license and the elderly lady missed trying to hit hydrants with her Studebaker. Taking the short cut through an alleyway Destiny made her way to the beach. The best part about working for herself, she didn’t have to deal with bosses and Destiny could do whatever she wanted. It also meant that people weren’t at the beach, as she rolled up to it, Destiny could that the place was completely empty, minus a few surfers and a few people wandering around the beach. It was sad that there wasn’t anyone that she could talk to, at least from what she could see. Parking the car, Destiny tossed off her flip-flops and picked them up. Grabbing her bag from the trunk, she wandered onto the sand. The grainy feeling against her toes and the fresh air from the ocean.

Only a few feet from the waters edge, enough that her things wouldn’t be taken back in the tide and enough that the ground was still dry. Settling out her long beach towel and stuck her umbrella behind it, to create just a tiny bit of shade. Looking over her tiny camp, she turned and looked out at the waves, tying her extremely curly hair back with a hair band that had been wrapped around her wrist. Taking off her shorts and tank top, that reveled her bright neon blue and pink bikini set.

Walking out to the water, she winced at the coldness that ripped across her body. With the ocean water, it was always terribly cold, and took time to get used to. The waves crashed against her waist, she wandered through the water for several minutes. Wandering only so far that she could touch. As the waves crashed higher, they dragged Destiny out further. Deciding against trying to find a shark, she started to swim back to shore. Only to have a wave crash over her head and drag her back to shore. Spitting out the salt water from her mouth she laughed, slowing standing up and walking only a few steps out of the water onto the sand. Destiny sat herself on the ground and looked out at the water. “Oh silly ocean.”[/color] she spoke out loud.
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[CLIFFORD GORDON BROOKS]

A day off! A glorious day off to do anything that he wished. He’d been so waiting for this day and yet he had absolutely no plans. But that of course, was the beauty of it wasn’t it? He was always so busy at the rehab centre, and then busy even after he’d left it. Filling out paper work or simply just trying to sit there and relax and not worry about the status of his patients. Ironically, he was just an intern and they weren’t even technically his “patients” at all. He just sort of overviewed mostly, he wasn’t a doctor or a nurse even. Yet he constantly caught himself sitting at home or wherever he may happen to be after his hours, wondering about what was happening at the rehab. He knew he ought to try to keep his relationship with the patients more professional and not take it so personally when they are not recovering, but he was finding that aspect of his job too difficult a lot of the time. He couldn’t help it. It put him on a constant edge though, especially if he had a hunch one of them was not doing so well, that they might slip up. But he couldn’t watch them all all the time. besides, his internship would be over in a few months and then what? He couldn’t keep worrying about these people could he? It was no use. In the end they just had to better themselves and Brooks could help them, nudge them in the direction that was needed, but in the end, he couldn’t really do much more than that. Maybe when he was a real doctor.

But Brooks was finding this job to be quite stressful, perhaps a bit too much so. It made him doubt whether this was a serious occupation he would want in the future or not. By the way things were looking at that moment, he very much doubted he wanted to be here for the rest of his career. He hated it so far. It made him break into cold sweats in the night just thinking about all the troubled people, it freaked him out that he couldn’t help them - that he might not be what they need, they could die at his hands. It was a heavy burden. But perhaps hated was also a heavy word for the way he felt about his current internship. For one, he was rather young and pretty fortunate to even have the internship, but considering he was officially “gifted” it was true that he was a bit more mature than most people his age. Secondly, the job was rewarding, in its own ways. Not in the “pacing back and forth terrified of having done something wrong and fucking up a person’s life more than it was before” sort of way, but in the “actually changing someone else’s life for a little while” kind of way. Making a difference? Isn’t that what was supposed to drive doctors in to their jobs every day. Brooks was almost hot and cold in that he loved the helping people part, but not so much the worrying. Perhaps it had a bit to do with his irregular anxiety levels.

Anyway, he had decided to go to the beach today to relax a bit on his day off. The sound of the waves were reassuring and even though brooks had a strict annoyance with sand, he still liked going to the beach. It was peaceful here, with most of the hustle and bustle of a loud and impatient city too far and out of reach. He didn’t live very far either, so it was easy for him to just hop onto his bike and be on his way. Brooks appreciated the exercise, he didn’t get much of it. At least, not by actually going out of his way to. The odd bike ride here and there? Sure. Actually going to the gym and subjecting himself to an hour of perpetual sweat? Hell no. Sweat was disgusting. It was all slippery and gross and smelly and brooks really could not stand it. He couldn’t stand seeing it, smelling it, touching it or having it anywhere near him. Not on himself, not on the person beside him, not on the person on tv. Sweat was another one of those things that made him cringe and hunch over. He avoided it at all costs. And thankfully a quick bike ride did not leave him victim to sweating. Good good.

Brooks parked his bike on the rack, hitching his lock safely and heading straight for the water. He wasn`t planning to go into the ocean of course. He hadn`t even brought his bathing suit. Brooks didn`t swim. He just didn`t. sure he knew how to, but only if it was absolutely necessary that is. He wasn’t a particularly strong swimmer, but even though that wasn’t the only reason he didn’t swim, it was probably a strong contributor. So he rolled up his pant legs, put his hands in his pockets and began his stroll. The beach was pleasantly lacking of people today, which put a silent smile on Brooks’ features. Not in a mean way, but he just preferred this to giant crowds. Crowds of people made him uncomfortable and paranoid. Here though, the odd surfer here and there, a girl a few feet away from him – it was easy to be here. Brooks looked up to the glare of the sun, it was quite bright and distracting, and he supposed this was to blame for his next trip over legs that were not his. An quick shuffle of jumping awkwardly to try not to step or fall on top of the blonde figure made him fall face first into the sand beside her. ”ahhhhhh” he said as he lifted his head to spit out sand. He let out a strange sound of disgust, his expression clearly grossed out in actually having sand in his mouth and nose. He crouched back up slowly, spitting out the sand, legitimately shuddering. Ew. Ew. Ew. ”I’m covered in sand this is terrible” he shouted out - probably a dumb thing to say considering he was at the beach.

[DESTINY ADDISON JACOBS]

This was the best idea that Destiny has had in a long time. Not that she didn’t have many good ideas, when it came to her painting. She liked to try just about anything, though after watching a few episodes of worlds dumbest, she would not venture to trying to paint with her butt or her boobs, even though there were some artists out there that tried those few artistic endeavors. She wasn’t against having her cat paint, seeing as the kitten did find her way wandering through Destiny’s paints and ended up painting the room with both her paws and her tail. Calico was a very odd kitten. Probably worked seeing as her owner was equally odd. Which was surprising because her art works, looked painfully normal, nothing Van-Gogh about them, and she wasn’t about to chop off her ear to be seen as serious. The kitten was also known to jump out of the window, to chase the pigeons. Most of the time she would ignore the kitten and let her play outside, even if the kitten forgot how to get back inside the apartment.

She hadn’t gone to the facility in a long time. Many of her friends were going through easy times and didn’t require her to visit them. Though her two brothers were there, one worked and she went and had luck with him twice a month to make sure that he was in fact alive and well. The other was actually there for illness because he had a violent disorder which was never towards her, but it was always towards others. Destiny liked to visit him whenever she could, just hadn’t had the time lately. No doubt she failed as a younger sister. But the two brothers would live, their family didn’t live here anymore due to their fathers job, and the eldest of the twins worked there, so he wasn’t completely alone.

After being out in the water, it was nice to be out in the sun again. Though this was going to ruin herself when she went back out to the water. She’d get used to the warmth of the sand and sun and go back out and the freeze to death once more. Not one of her better plans, she probably should have just stayed out in the water and get washed up by waves a few more times. Destiny sat and watched a few surfers as they caught the small waves, maybe next time she gave herself a day off she’d learn how to surf. Sure she had read the book about the girl who got her arm eaten by a shark, but she had gotten back on the board and their making a movie about her, and not to mention there was the other book Surf E.D about this girl who took surfing in hopes to get out of gym class, she’d have to admit that would have been wonderful at her school.

There are many things that you expect to happen to you at the beach. Meet a lifeguard, see a sand crab, lots of sand, maybe a shark will eat you. You don’t really expect that you to almost get ran over by a full blown human body. Destiny was certain the boy tried his hardest to try and avoid actually falling and he almost succeeded, yet to his own demise, he had made quick trip across her legs and made a hard contact with the sand. Destiny, inched over to where the boy had made contact with his face and lay herself horizontal next to him, peering at Brooks face. She smiled at him. ”You tripped.”

[/color] she told him even though she was pointing out the obvious and he no doubt wouldn‘t like that. ”Are you okay?”[/color] she asked though from how much his dislike roared from his words, it wasn’t likely. She couldn’t see how being covered in sand could be that bad, it was so nice. Now that he got a face full of it his skin would look so nice after he took a shower. ”Its just sand, at least its not like crabs or seaweed. Or muddy sand, at least its dry.”[/color] Destiny insisted. ”Oh! Hey, I didn’t even notice that it was you Brooks.”[/color] Destiny said smiling even broader. The poor guy, he was so OCD, so it became more painfully obvious why the fact that sand bugged him. ”What are you doing here?”[/color] she asked. It was a free country, and it was just the beach, just she thought he’d be the inside type of guy, or he was busy being a intern at the facility.
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