OPEN || Simply ridiculous.
Apr 2, 2010 15:10:35 GMT -5
Post by Landon Bristow on Apr 2, 2010 15:10:35 GMT -5
{Meet the oddity that is Landon. Think Stranger than Fiction... but weirder.}
It was two in the afternoon on a Sunday. After a twelve-hour slumber, Landon's eyes finally fluttered open.
"'Fluttered?' Really? What am I, a goddamn fairy? If you gotta narrate everythin' I do, at least try an' make me sound less like a little pixie girl," Landon growled grumpily, annoyed that the constant narrating voice in his head insisted on waking him up. Slowly and lethargically, Landon sat up from his bed and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. He stumbled toward the refrigerator and opened it. No more beers.
"No shit, Sherlocke! I can see that. Do you really have to say it?" Landon shouted gruffly. He slammed the refrigerator shut and walked to his closet to find some clean street clothes. Knowing full-well that he was living in a fictional world controlled by people with too much free time sitting behind keyboards, he seriously considered walking out in his underwear, but today he decided to play along and appease his roleplayer.
"I ain't tryin' to 'appease' you! I ain't tryin' to please nobody. It just gets to be a hastle after a while when everyone's starin' 'cause you're in your underwear. Might as well put some clothes on just to make things easy." Sighing, Landon started to ignore the voice and proceeded to find some jeans and a relatively clean gray t-shirt. After throwing that on, he opted against dragging a brush through his hair that day. Instead, he snatched his wallet from the top of his desk, shoved it into his back pocket, and went straight to pushing open the front door. He scowled a bit as the bright springtime sun hit his face.
"Might as well go pick up some beer." With that decided, Landon stumbled over into his driveway, got into his beat-up Ford, and drove to the nearest grocery store with Nickelback on full-blast.
Tired and ready for his morning dose of alcohol, Landon yanked his keys from the ignition and made his way into the store, not bothering to lock the car door. He never locked any doors. He knew that if his roleplayer felt like tormenting him with robbery, she wasn't going to let a stupid lock on a door stop her. At least if he left the doors open, he wouldn't have to deal with broken windows.
"Smirnoff, here I come," Landon muttered, a small smile appearing behind his unshaven face as he wandered down the beer aisle.
It was two in the afternoon on a Sunday. After a twelve-hour slumber, Landon's eyes finally fluttered open.
"'Fluttered?' Really? What am I, a goddamn fairy? If you gotta narrate everythin' I do, at least try an' make me sound less like a little pixie girl," Landon growled grumpily, annoyed that the constant narrating voice in his head insisted on waking him up. Slowly and lethargically, Landon sat up from his bed and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. He stumbled toward the refrigerator and opened it. No more beers.
"No shit, Sherlocke! I can see that. Do you really have to say it?" Landon shouted gruffly. He slammed the refrigerator shut and walked to his closet to find some clean street clothes. Knowing full-well that he was living in a fictional world controlled by people with too much free time sitting behind keyboards, he seriously considered walking out in his underwear, but today he decided to play along and appease his roleplayer.
"I ain't tryin' to 'appease' you! I ain't tryin' to please nobody. It just gets to be a hastle after a while when everyone's starin' 'cause you're in your underwear. Might as well put some clothes on just to make things easy." Sighing, Landon started to ignore the voice and proceeded to find some jeans and a relatively clean gray t-shirt. After throwing that on, he opted against dragging a brush through his hair that day. Instead, he snatched his wallet from the top of his desk, shoved it into his back pocket, and went straight to pushing open the front door. He scowled a bit as the bright springtime sun hit his face.
"Might as well go pick up some beer." With that decided, Landon stumbled over into his driveway, got into his beat-up Ford, and drove to the nearest grocery store with Nickelback on full-blast.
Tired and ready for his morning dose of alcohol, Landon yanked his keys from the ignition and made his way into the store, not bothering to lock the car door. He never locked any doors. He knew that if his roleplayer felt like tormenting him with robbery, she wasn't going to let a stupid lock on a door stop her. At least if he left the doors open, he wouldn't have to deal with broken windows.
"Smirnoff, here I come," Landon muttered, a small smile appearing behind his unshaven face as he wandered down the beer aisle.
