*ticka ticka ticka tap* *tap* *ticka ticka, tick*<br/>Her fingers paused in different positions on the keyboard. Was there article even going anywhere, or just 'round in circles?<br/><br/>With a sigh, Maggie erased her last sentence and then discontinued her work entirely. What was she even trying to say? She was an investigative journalist without an angle to her story -- heck, without even a story. Classically speaking, she needed a beginning, middle and end for that. So what did she have; okay, she scrolled back up; sort of a beginning; a track of a middle that could do nothing but derail at this point; so no ending.<br/><br/>Another sigh.<br/>At least if this had been one of those times where she felt passionate about her material and just had to work out the words a little more, communicate the vision more concisely. But she wasn't even invested.<br/>She closed the wordpad without saving.<br/><br/>Her third sigh brought to mind a passage from a novel where one character said to the lead, that every time you sigh you lose a drop of blood. The lead subsequently sighed so heavily he was sure he'd lost a whole pint. Maggie felt she was heading for some serious lose at this rate, too.<br/><br/>Setting her chair into a swivel with a motion of her foot, she braked soon after with her opposite.<br/>"It's because this isn't my story." She stated to herself, in a tone like she'd realized this a while back and had already admitted it at least once.<br/><br/>Maggie had lucked out BIG time working for an online news magazine, but her boss's idea of a fulfilling story clashed with her own. Not all the time. Right now though, Maggie had been going through some stuff. Maybe "right now" wasn't the correct time qualifier as the most major thing happened a year ago. Last month it was to the day. Other things had also transpired. To her, her friends. Throughout the world at large.<br/><br/>It made Maggie question, not for the first time but stronger, why things happened. What purpose things served. Who were they serving? When was enough, and how to manage through until then. She half smiled: the Five W's. Journalism at its heart.<br/><br/>She had to get up.<br/>She moved from her desk by the window, and the room that they'd since re-converted after last year's events, headed for the kitchen yet pausing by the ajar door to her bedroom.<br/><br/>In it, on the bed, was her husband. Feeling a lot of what she was, she knew, only more personally. He'd been dealt a certain hand in life that, for the most part, he faced with a steady stride. Some days though, some<em>weeks</em>, that stride buckled. This was one of those "beat down" times, and his coping/processing mechanism, selected from off the proverbial shelf of them that he had, was to be in his own world. Radio headphones on, forearm over forehead, and eyes closed. Not restfully.<br/><br/>"<em>That's</em>what I want to figure out," Aggie said in a resolved whisper. It wasn't a given that just because her husband had his headphones on that music was actually emanating from them, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself by speaking any louder. That being said, her volume was less of a conscious decision and stemmed more from her mood.<br/><br/>Finishing her movement to the kitchen, Aggie got herself a drink, still thinking, then left her husband a note.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Got to chase a story. Don't worry, nothing dangerous this time -yet!</span>She included a playful face.<br/><span class="bbc_u">I've got my cell. I can pick up dinner. Call me for anything. ~Mags &lt;3 <br/>()</span><br/><br/>She stuck that to the fridge with a sports car magnet, grabbed herself a couple of Clif bars from the cabinet, added them to her carrier bag already packed with her camera and notebook, and set off.<br/><br/>"Where am I even going?" she half-asked herself as she left their apartment.<br/>A concrete answer didn't matter though, She had an impulse and an instinct.<br/><br/>The track record of those two things carrying her to answers was solid so far.<br/>____<br/><strong>A/N: Just realized I should mention, I'm looking to roleplay with people who bring their own characters (either spur-of-the-moment or ones you've had going for a while); I'll be playing Mags' husband, too. Just wanted to clarify I'm not looking for that role to be filled!</strong>