New Beginning From Tragic Ends

Giana sighed a little as she tossed the stuff into a box - she was moving into a new apartment on the far side of town, she was going to get a dog and name is Bucket - given that the studio apartment she was renting was going to be in the art district down town she didn't expect it to be very big. She was paying a pretty penny for it though but with how much her new job was paying her she didn't much worry about money these days - she counted her blessings about it.

"Alright, last box," she said as she loaded it into the moving van then sighed, she told the men where to take it then got into her car to lead the way to her new apartment. Traffic was a killer in this city, its why she preferred public transit, but there was no way she'd get anywhere if she didn't use her own car from time to time.

Walking into her apartment building she let the movers do their job - she stood off to the side making sure they had everything and put it in the right spot. She crossed her arms over her chest and thanked them when they were done.

Tristan impatiently tapped at his steering wheel, traffic was moving slow and the moving van outside his apartment building wasn't helping matters. All he needed was a few more meters before he could access the turn off for the apartments parking, but everything was stood still. Horns were blaring needlessly, as if the grating sound would speed things up, and all he wanted to do was lock himself in a soundproof room and sleep.

He sighed heavily around the unlit cigarette between his lips. It had been a late night followed by an early morning, an early morning that lead to a hideously long day and now, as much as he loved his company, days like these made a simple 9-5 job look oddly appealing.

Eventually the traffic moved that vital few places, and Tristan sped down the turn off with a screech of tires. He pulled into his space, barely bothering to line up his parking, and got out the car. Jacket slung over one shoulder, he tucked the cigarette behind his ear then fumbled one handed with his key ring.

Finally in the building, he called the lift to take him to his floor. As he got in, a small handful of moving workers piled in too, clutching what looked to be the last few boxes from the van outside. One of them pushed the button for a floor several below his, and he let out another sigh, leaning back against the wall of the lift and resting his head against the metal.

Giana sighed as she propped her door open so the last few boxes could beover into the apartment.the day had been long and exhausting, not only has she drove for an hour due to traffic but she had used the stairs when the elevator was full of her things. Pushing a hand through her hair she made sure to tip the movers- she had to give them props for moving all her shit in apartment.

"Thank you so much," she said as she spoke to them for a moment, they were very kind and humble people it's why she chose this business above all others.

Giana saw the elevator open and took the smaller box from the man and moved over so they could get the last big box in to the kitchen. "I swear I didn't know I had this much stuff," she smiled.

The doors opened and the men clutching boxes finally left the elevator. The doors were beginning to close when Tristan noticed a book, open and face down, on the floor. It must have come from one of the boxes. He stared at it for a long moment, ignore it and finally collapse on his couch, or be a so called 'good citizen'.

With an irritated huff Tristan picked the book up off the floor, sticking a hand between the doors of the elevator just before they finished closing. Smoothing down the pages so the book closed properly again, he walked down the hall to the open door.

Peering in, there were movers putting down the last few things, and a petite red head clutching a box.

He rapped on the open door with his knuckles.

"Hey," he called over to the girl, holding up the book, "this yours?"

Giana opened the door when she heard a knock and smiled at the person who was standing there "Hey, this yours?" he asked and she looked down at he book then looked at it.

"Yeah it is, thank you for returning it - I'm guess it fell out of one of my... many boxes," she said smiling sheepishly. "I'm Giana Lawless," she said holding her hand out for him to shake. She nearly slapped herself for thinking he was attractive - after having been ditched at the alter; how could she think these things about anyone?

What if one day they decided they didn't want you anymore? Then you're left broken and wishing you were dead.

Tristan paused for a moment, eyeing the many boxes strewn around the place, before shaking her hand.

"Tristan Hayes," he replied. He took the moment to look at Gina properly, letting his gaze drag as he looked her up and down. "Two floors up, doors on the left. If you need anything, whatever neighbourly things there are, sugar, coffee... I don't know." He shrugged a shoulder and looked her over once again, "hell, even if you just want some company for the night."

He stepped back out the threshold and quirked half a smile, "see you around then."

Giana smile a little as she looked at him then nodded "Alright, it's nice to meet you, Tristan," she said to him, " I might take you up on that offer for company right now and it'd be nice to kind of start all over."

She did come from being single to engag nearly married to dumped at the altar. Vince's friends were her friends and she didn't know if she could face and after what had happened, of course they didn't blame her but they did kind of act like she was in the wrong for getting mad. And that wasn't something she could live with that wasn't something she could handle on a daily basis when she met up with them for coffee or if she went to a party and what if he was there? To see him with the girl he left her for would tear her apart and there was no way she'd be ever be repaired from what he did to her.

"You know where to find me," Tristan raised his hand in goodbye, and strode off back to the elevator.

The girl was cute, he thought, in a wholesome sort of way. Probably be even better if she got some rest, relieve her face where it looked drawn and tired.

But that was something he could explore another day, for now, he had finally made it to his floor and into his apartment. It was barely early evening, but Tristan stripped down to his boxers and sprawled out on his bed. Even with the light coming in from his open blinds he was asleep within moments.

Giana sighed as she laid on her couch and groaned. She'd slept like shit the night before and she didn't know how she could even handle starting to unpack. Giana got up and walked to the kitchen figuring that was the best place to start since she'd need to get groceries once she was dome.

When she finished she broke down the boxes and carried them to the elevator to take them to the dpster.

@ deadman

Tristan woke with a small huff, and patted around blearily for his phone. He narrowed his eyes against the glare as he checked the time. It was getting on into late morning, and even he was impressed at how long he'd been able to sleep. He sat up and stretched, twisting his neck and groaning in satisfaction as the cricks worked their way out.

There was obviously nothing pressing at work currently, and if he got in my midday it would be fine, he'd just put more hours in in the afternoon.

Tristan fished a pair of jeans off the floor and pulled them on, before pocketing his keys, and shuffling barefoot out his apartment to go and check his mail.

as i assume they have like little box things they need to check, rather than it coming through the door?! idk

She got into the elevator and held the boxes cloae. When she reached the ground floor she walked out and tossed them into the dumpster. Giana sighed as she talked to a woman down there for a moment before going back to the elevator.

@ deadman

Tristan ran a hand through his sleep ruffled hair as the elevator took him down the building. He toyed with the keys in his pocket, then stepped forward as the doors slid open.

She smiled a little as she waited for the elevator to come back down. Running a hand through her hair. When the elevator got to the ground floor,"good morning,"she said to him as she got into the elevator. This morning was going okay despite the fact she was still tired.

@ deadman

"Morning," he replied, stepping out the lift and towards the mail boxes. He located his own, and pulled out the few envelopes that had accumulated.

She smiled at him and walked into the elevator. She pushed a hand through her hair and sighed as she licked her lips.

@ deadman