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[Lucien Carlisle Pendry]

Lucien was the kind of guy who forgot time as it passed by. He could slip quite easily into his own world, conjured up by his fantastic imagination and the time passed there completely differently to how time passed in reality. He had been sat at his laptop countless times before today and the night had turned into morning without him even realising it until the sound of his alarm rang out or Cleo began singing with the rest of the dawn chorus. This was definitely a more common occurrence during the summer since he wasn’t teaching and had more time to commit to his own writing. It was foolish, really, when he knew that he ought to have a full night of sleep for the sake of his health. Lucien just had a habit of forgetting once he started running with an idea. It was probably the same habit that led to some of his classes overrunning on occasion!

It was probably how he would have spent this very day, but instead he found lunch time approaching and his work slowing. His deadline with his publisher was three weeks away and most of the novel was already completed. Luc knew how it was going to end, had the build-up prepared in his head and on post-it notes plastered around his spare room, but there was something else needed. There was a whole load of information to pad out with actual events and on this day it just didn’t seem to come as naturally to him as it usually did. He loathed writer’s block as much as he loathed text talk. Groaning, he saved his progress and then closed down his laptop, moving to grab another cup of coffee and a bagel from his kitchen. Whenever he was stuck like this Luc found that it was a good time to go for a long walk around the city, taking in some of the sights and catching glimpses of some of the people around him. They were what sparked his imagination, after all.

Changing into something a little less “lounging around the apartment”, Lucien pocketed his keys, wallet and phone and then stepped away from his block, merging with the chaotic flow of foot traffic on the sidewalk. He had no final destination in mind, no real place to head towards so he just turned and crossed at random. It wasn’t wholly uncommon for him to do something like this and end up in the middle of a place he had never seen before with no idea what direction his apartment was in. He just took in the sights and the sounds, his mind relaxing and appreciating the rushed world around him. Today his feet took him to Fifth Avenue, which was sort of perfect for what he was looking for in his block. He was just meandering down that way when he spied the accident waiting to happen; a splattered smoothie and the cup it had been in. It was only a matter of time before someone would slip on the gloopy mess and his dark eyes caught it seconds from it happening. Reaching out he grabbed the arm of the young woman and gently pulled her around the disaster mostly hidden by the legs of everyone else parading up and down the street. “Careful there.”

[/color] He said, gesturing to the spilt, summery concoction so that he didn’t seem like a crazy man grabbing people on the streets.
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