It's only forever, not long at all. *River*

[SETH FOXWORTH]

The lights of the library were shutting off to a closed dim, and the head librarian said her goodbyes for the night, heading to her car. Little did she know, there was still a person on the premises, on top of the roof, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, watching the cars go by.

Seth Foxworth watched sadly, as the people of New York went on with their evening, the sun setting in the horizon. Nothing had really panned out for the morose young man. He had become a felon at the wee age of thirteen, he did not go to school, did not have a job, did not have a future. His Mother was bat shit crazy, his Father was burnt out. And the one thing that he had been sure of, his love for his childhood best friend, had blown up in his face. Not only did she not return his affections, Rose was in love with another. All he had in the world was the bottle in his hands.

Standing on the edge of the building, Seth tried to figure out if the six story fall would kill him. Probably. It had been quite a climb up the fire escape. And if he aimed it just right, he could land on his head. There would be no coming back from that. No pain. No sadness. No disappointment. His friends... They would carry on without him. His family, well, it would be one less thing for his Father to worry about. And for Seth, he would finally have peace.

Shivering slightly, his feet edged a little closer to the point of no return, holding the aged, marble, gargoyle for balance. It was windy up here. They never showed you that in movies, the windiness of these tall buildings. His dishwater blond hair, which was tufted every which way, fluttered a little, and his red rimmed eyes watched as a couple walked below him. Happy people. He envied them.

The only thing stopping him, Seth realized to himself, as he sat down on the ledge, taking another swig, was that it would make a terrible mess. Blood everywhere on the pretty, stone, steps. Not to mention the brain matter and chunks of skull. It would be a bitch to clean, and not everyone was as meticulous as he. It would be, after all, a horrible shame if a child was to stumble upon his half crushed eye ball. And certainly it would be frightening to anyone to find him in such a state, battered and broken, scavengers having their way with gnawing on his corpse.

Warming his hands with his breathe, he looked up at the gargoyle, smiling a little. "My friend... I do believe... we are the most pathetic pieces in all the land." Seth chuckled at his own misery, rubbing the back of his neck. "You are made of stone, which means you have no game. Unless you count looking up pigeons skirts. Feathers. What have you. And I... well... I'm talking to you. An inanimate object. Which not only makes me pathetic, but also, quite possibly mad." Seth shrugged, raising the bottle up, pouring a little in the creatures mouth. It trickled down, some landing on his blue jeans, the rest dripping to the steps below. "Cheers." Laughing a sad little laugh, he took another drink.

Maybe he'd just stay up here for the night and freeze to death. That seemed pretty mess free. But also uncomfortable.

No, Seth wasn't going to die that night, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, he busied himself with watching the cars pass by.

[SAM HADLEY]

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
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What a gorgeous night. The city was alive. River had always loved places where she could have privacy, but was never too far from civilization. Paths through forests, misty hills, and cities. In the city, you were surrounded by people at all times, but you were alone because nobody really cared. They stepped around you and went about their business, as though you weren't there. River loved it. She had been sitting at the window to her apartment, staring at the city, the way the lights made the sky a light rosy color that crawled up to the neverending black. You couldn't really see the stars in New York, but God, the cityscape made up for it. Sitting there, on her window ledge, staring out at the city, she felt calm. Peaceful. Nothing could break this feeling right now.

*THUD THUD THUD THUD* "AY!"

River's eyes flew open, and shot toward the ceiling in frustration. Seriously? Her neighbor, some chonga bitch named Rose had been fucking her stupid boyfriend every night for the past week. And the walls in these shithole apartments were so thin that River could hear everything. Honestly, the whole situation between her neighbor and her neighbors' neighbor had gotten so out of hand, River couldn't keep up with it all, so she had to escape. Taking pictures of the city always made her feel better.

She crossed to her dresser and pulled a tiny baby pink crop top over the black bra she had been wearing. Glinda had made her buy the shirt, and it wasn't her favorite one, but it was clothes. She ran a brush through her hair and pulled half of it up into a ponytail, put some eyeliner on, and covered her lips with an obscenely red lip gloss that looked surprisingly good with her skintone. It was a quick job, but she didn't look horrible. Glinda appeared next to the door as River pulled the camera over her head and slipped into her sandals.

"Where are you going out to, so late?" Glinda's tone was authoritative and motherly. This annoyed River greatly.

"Wherever I like. I can't be here and listen to them banging on all night, I'll go mad." She pushed past Glinda and walked out into the city, Glinda following behind. She took pictures of the park, all lit up and beautiful. The various shops, the people. People at prissy restaurants and their 150 dollar plates consisting of a a shrimp and some leaves you couldn't eat. And the cityscape. Endlessly the cityscape. The problem was, she couldn't for the life of her find the angle she wanted. She tracked down where she'd have to get it from, and found herself at the Library. It was perfect! It was high enough to get the shot, and not too high to climb on top of!

She scurried to the back to find the fire escape and she did, noticing that it was already pulled down to street level. That was odd. She started to climb, and found it really difficult with her sandals that had no traction. She slipped back to where she had started, and huffed. "I want that shot." She crossed her arms against her chest, and looked up, wondering how she was going to make it without killing herself.

Suddenly, she was enclosed. In a bubble. "Glinda! Not again!" she hissed angrily. "Someone is going to see!" Glinda just smiled serenely and shook her head, depositing River on the roof of the building, towards the back. It was windy up here. She started to feel the autumn night through her tiny top. Ugh, now she had to use magic. She ran her hands slowly down her arms and body, and suddenly it felt as though she had a sweater on. That was better, but she could feel Glinda's smugness. Ugh. She brushed herself off, peeved and annoyed, and stormed across the roof towards the front. To her surprise, she saw someone sitting there. A boy. He was alone, and she didn't want to startle him, so she eased behind him, making her footsteps loud. She didn't know what really to say, so she just went with a joke.

"Don't do it man! You have so much to live for!" She chuckled and sat beside him. He was obviously appreciating the view, and so her joke wasn't in very poor taste to her. The thought that someone would actually kill themselves had never, and still wouldn't cross her mind until he said something about it. Sure people killed themselves, but he looked perfectly normal, healthy, and sweet. He had to be up here for the same reason as her. "But all jokes aside, what are you doing up here? Appreciating the beauty of NYC?" She looked through the viewfinder on the old retro camera, and snapped her shot. Gorgeous. With a smile, she looked over at the boy.

He looked kind of familiar, she might have seen him a few times in the laundry room or something. He also looked really sad. Like he just had nothing. He was also drinking she noticed. Poor lad probably came up here to think, and she was just blathering on about nothing and ruining his quiet time. She should just leave. On the other hand, she did hate to see that awful expression on his face. "Hey, I'm sorry, I forgot to actually interact like a normal human. Hullo. I'm River. Same question as before." She flashed him a smile and chuckled, hoping he would laugh too.

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[SETH FOXWORTH]

"Don't do it man! You have so much to live for!" Seth looked up at the gargoyle perplexedly, certain he wasn't THAT drunk yet, when a spunky little red head sat down on his other side. She chuckled, not realizing the faux pas in her own joke, recieving a sad little laugh from Seth. "But all jokes aside, what are you doing up here? Appreciating the beauty of NYC?"

He looked out at the view, not quite answering yet, finding the view rather pretty really. Seth took note of her accent, which was lilting and sweet, Irish or something. Where had that Braveheart movie been set in? She sounded like that. The mysterious ginger seemed to read something on Seth's face that he had not meant to portray, and she put on her soothing girl face. "Hey, I'm sorry, I forgot to actually interact like a normal human. Hullo. I'm River. Same question as before."

He figured he should answer her, but how? Giving exactly zero fucks, he let out a sad laugh. "Well, you were spot on the first time. Well, originally." He spoke casually, like when she had commented on the view. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the brisk New York air, the taste of smog coating his tongue. God, he did love the city. "Buuut, then I chickened out, and I didn't feel like climbing down just yet. So I've been sitting up here with my friend, Carlos." He indicated the gargoyle, which still dripped from the whiskey that had been poured in it's mouth.

Seth stared up at Carlos the Gargoyle for a moment, as if expecting him to do something. "Well, say hello Carlos. You're being very rude." He chastised his marble friend, only receiving silence. Hell, he must look insane. Grinning at the ginger, past his pained face, he shrugged in mock apology. "Sorry he's quite shy around the ladies. Poor guy." Seth laughed a little dully, taking another swing. He hoped she knew he was kidding, as oppose to him being completely shitfaced. No, he wasn't quite there yet.

"And what are you doing up here? You're a bit perk to be suicidal, but I could be wrong. Should I be telling you all the things you have to live for?" Seth raised his eyebrow, offering her the bottle. Might as well be a gentlemen. "And I'm Seth. Nice to meet you River."

[SAM HADLEY]

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
RIVERFONTAINE

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To her delight, and surprise, he did laugh. But it was sad. It carried the ancient heartbreak of a man who really did have nothing. She wanted to hug him. And she might have done if he didn't drop the whole 'suicide' bomb on her. Her hand flew to her mouth, horrified at her opening statement. Of course, the ONE time she makes a joke about suicide, the poor sod actually was gonna jump. "Nice Job, Captain Tact." Glinda said sardonically. "Shut it, you!" She hissed back over her shoulder. Oh darn. She hoped Seth hadn't heard her. She didn't want to be responsible for breaking such a cute face.

Oh. He was talking to a gargoyle. How...lovely. According to him, the gargoyle was named Carlos. Might as well go along with it. "Nice to meet you Carlos." She said, wiggling her fingers at...a statue. She looked to the city again, and Glinda was there, lounging in a bubble, a smug smile on her face. Bitch. River flicked her middle finger up to put a lock of hair behind her head. And then realized that she too talked to things other people couldn't hear. So, she should stop being so judgy to poor Seth. She smiled at him, and addressed Carlos again. "No need to be shy around me, Carlos. I'm not all that great."

"And what are you doing up here? You're a bit perk to be suicidal, but I could be wrong. Should I be telling you all the things you have to live for?"

She grinned, glad he could joke about it. Maybe he wasn't as far gone as she thought. "Things to live for? Please. No job, no boyfriend, cunty roommate, shit school where I study shit subjects, and no friends." Damn. All that actually did sound pretty bad. Although, Glinda popped away in a huff after working out the 'cunty roommate' bit, so it wasn't all bad. She smiled sadly at Seth. "I came up here to get a shot of the city. And I did that because I had to get away from my apartment. And I had to get away because this little whore I live next to is always up every night shagging her boyfriend. I swear, if I hear the name Guillermo one more time, I'm going fucking. Berserk." She rolled her eyes, and took the bottle from him, taking a swig. Whiskey was never her favorite, but he didn't need any more alcohol, and she had put herself in a bad mood. Still, at least now she had someone to talk to. Even if he did talk to statues.

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[SETH FOXWORTH]

Lucky for River, Seth was slowly slipping into a depressive coma, basically accepting that he was doomed to simply masturbate because he was the only one with low enough standards to fuck him, to really notice River hissing at her imaginary friend. When she spoke to 'Carlos', he couldn't help but crack a grin. She was cute. "I-uh- I was only kidding about the Carlos thing." Seth mumbled, though it was audible. "His name is actually Franz...." He offered a humorous grin, though it was off set by his red rimmed eyes. "Uh, heh, sorry. No, really, he doesn't talk." Well, no fuck. God, he was such a shitbag. He noted her statement about not being all that great, and he couldn't help but feel a guilty comfort that he was not the only one to have a pity party going.

Sipping his whiskey, he listened to her synopsis of her life. "Things to live for? Please. No job, no boyfriend, cunty roommate, shit school where I study shit subjects, and no friends." Now, true. All those things sucked. But the adjective 'cunty' caused a deep snort to rouse from the depths of Seth Foxworth, though the timing coincided with his drinking, thus he had a slight case of Whiskey-up-the-nose-syndrome. He didn't care though. That had been fucking beautiful.

"Well, it could be worse. It could always be worse. For instance, you could be ugly on top of dealing with all that." Was he saying she was pretty? Yes. Did he realize he had just said that? Less yes.

Her next worse had profound effect on Seth, and he made no effort to hide it. "I came up here to get a shot of the city. And I did that because I had to get away from my apartment. And I had to get away because this little whore I live next to is always up every night shagging her boyfriend. I swear, if I hear the name Guillermo one more time, I'm going fucking. Berserk." He watched her take a drink of the whiskey, and took it back gently before taking a generous drink himself, and putting the bottle back in her hands.

Seth's mouth fell open, and he stared at River, as if his eyes were asking 'Are you serious?' Part of him wanted to cry, right there. Another part just wanted to slip off the ledge and ending it. Seriously, what are the odds? Why did everything come back to them? Fuck. FUCK. But instead of crying or being dead, or ranting and raving like a lunatic, Seth merely started to laugh. Because seriously, what the fuck else could he do at this point? It was a thick laugh, coming out from his gut and escaping his mouth. Like air coming out of a balloon, it really just had no where else to go. "What the fuck?" He asked, though not expecting an answer, as he continued to laugh, falling backwards a little, but managing to steady himself. Wiping a tear from his eyes, he looked at the probably-perplexed River. "That is... fucking hilarious. You have no idea. Seriously." Still giggling a little, he continued to too look out into the distance. She was right, it was a beautiful sight. "Well, that settles that. I'm just going to have to call you Murphy from this point on."

It might seem inexplicable, until one looked at Murphy's Law. Murphy's law is an adage or epigram that is typically stated as: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong". Within five minutes of meeting the suicidal Seth Foxworth, this girl had both made a suicide joke, and made a direct reference to the very girl he was suicidal over. Glorious.

His laughter subsiding, Seth shook his head a little, a sad smile returning to his face. "Well, don't worry Murphy. I'm not going to kill myself. I'll feel sorry for myself a bit longer, then I'll go to my parents house, and be so busy taking care of those fucks I won't have time to feel sorry for myself. Then... well, then, I assume the girl you just called a slut, whose name is actually Rose, will find me." This was not said with accusation, as he knew River had meant no offense by it. "And she will come and get me, and bat her pretty blue eyes and say something along the lines of 'Foxy, I need my partner in crime to come home.' Annnnd I will. Home being with my fucking roommate, the ever so dashing Guillermo, who is apparently very good at what he does, if he managed to chase you out of your apartment. And I will have the extreme pleasure of watching them be happy as clams, while forcefully telling myself that because they are happy, so am I." Sighing, he took the bottle again, taking another drink, letting the burn warm him all the way down to his tippy toes.

"Sooo... cheers. To Epiphanies I suppose." He rose rose bottle to her, then set it down between them, motioning for her to help herself. Yes, drinking with someone was infinity less sad than drinking alone.

This laugh, but longer.

(ooc: Props to Panda for giving me the nickname idea.)

[SAM HADLEY]

YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST
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Oooh, child. He had it bad. He was fumbling over his words, worrying about coming across as foolish to a girl he just met. He was at the end of his rope, and desperately clinging to the idea of being with any girl, just to prove that he wasn't worthless and utterly repugnant to the female race, she saw it in his eyes. Though, he wasn't crazy, which was nice. He didn't actually hear the gargoyle talk. Which is more than River could say about the Fuming Glinda, who had retreated into a corner of River's mind to sulk.

"Well, it could be worse. It could always be worse. For instance, you could be ugly on top of dealing with all that."

Wait, had he just called her pretty? Her cheeks burned at the unexpected compliment, and she realized that it had also been a while since she had received attentions from the opposite sex. Oh, there was that lonely feeling again. She took another swig of the bottle when Seth handed it back to her, making a face as her esophagus burned with the straight whiskey. She could, of course, just magic the whiskey to taste better, but that would be rather unproductive. Also, Seth might notice if his whiskey suddenly tasted like Hot Chocolate. Which would lead to too many questions.

As she contemplated, Seth suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, literally shaking with mirth. His laugh was adorable, and was such a case of mood whiplash that she started to laugh too. And then he started explaining himself. But not before bestowing the most adorable nickname she had ever heard upon her. "Murphy? Why Murphy? I mean, I like it, but is there a reason?"

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Suddenly, she found out the reason. Apparently, her neighbor was the young lass that this poor boy was so hung up on. Wow. She was really amazing at saying the precisely wrong thing at the exact wrong time. And she knew he looked familiar. He was staying two doors down from her! Or at least, he had been. Tentatively, she put her arm around him. "Well, I'd offer you a space at my place, but I doubt that'd help much."[/b] She quickly realized that the only place he'd be able to stay was in her bed, as she only had a shitty lazyboy in her living room, but the whiskey that was quickly moving its way into her bloodstream wasn't too put out by the idea. "We could stop and get ear plugs," she mused quietly. He took the bottle from her, and then set it between them, causing River to snatch it up and take an even longer pull. If this was going to be a long night, at least she'd have fun with it.

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