Consume [open]
Apr 19, 2015 14:31:20 GMT -5
Post by Casey Snyder on Apr 19, 2015 14:31:20 GMT -5
Birthdays. So many fucking birthdays, and why now, of all days? He had just gathered the strength to not bodyslam people into the ground, and now everyone was shopping for a birthday or some great redecoration or some shit. Not that there was anything wrong with buying affection, it just fucking annoyed him that it was only one or two, maybe three occassions. For him, given the right people, he would do that daily. It wasn't to boast or show them ''hey, I got money.'' but just because he could.
So strolling around in the mall wasn't all that calming for him as people chose the same moment as him to go shopping and litter the halls with their meaningless existence. But he needed paint for his job so he needed to go get some. Sometimes he wished he had a bigger company or whatever instead of just working out of a garage so he could order things in bulk and have them delivered with a truck or some shit. Can't have everything, right?
So every now and then he would need to go out and be among people that would normally annoy him, but right now what they did was kill off his braincells one by one. Luckily this was only for a few days. He could have just said ''fuck you'' to everyone and came back a few days later with less pedestrians but the problem was he had no more paint. He'd made a huge sale not too long ago and noticed he'd ran out of paint in the process. He cursed and cursed, but that failed to get him the paint he needed.
To the mall it was! And necessity had forced him to go during rush season. And it wasn't like he could pay people to get out of the way. Though luckily his tattoos made certain people avoid him like the plague, it seemed they weren't seen as normal yet though that only really helped him at this point.
When he got to his regular store for paint he grabbed a few cans of the color he needed and made for the register so he could pay. He'd be done in a few seconds if it weren't for all those people forming a fucking conga line.
Casey sighed as he stepped in line. ''And out of all times people choose now to fucking re-decorate.''
So strolling around in the mall wasn't all that calming for him as people chose the same moment as him to go shopping and litter the halls with their meaningless existence. But he needed paint for his job so he needed to go get some. Sometimes he wished he had a bigger company or whatever instead of just working out of a garage so he could order things in bulk and have them delivered with a truck or some shit. Can't have everything, right?
So every now and then he would need to go out and be among people that would normally annoy him, but right now what they did was kill off his braincells one by one. Luckily this was only for a few days. He could have just said ''fuck you'' to everyone and came back a few days later with less pedestrians but the problem was he had no more paint. He'd made a huge sale not too long ago and noticed he'd ran out of paint in the process. He cursed and cursed, but that failed to get him the paint he needed.
To the mall it was! And necessity had forced him to go during rush season. And it wasn't like he could pay people to get out of the way. Though luckily his tattoos made certain people avoid him like the plague, it seemed they weren't seen as normal yet though that only really helped him at this point.
When he got to his regular store for paint he grabbed a few cans of the color he needed and made for the register so he could pay. He'd be done in a few seconds if it weren't for all those people forming a fucking conga line.
Casey sighed as he stepped in line. ''And out of all times people choose now to fucking re-decorate.''
