Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2015 3:36:34 GMT
OPEN WORDS: 615 I'M TOO LAZY TO ACTUALLY MAKE A NEW TOPIC, SO WOO FOR OLD WRITING. | It was strange being out so early (in reality it was merely noon, but he was never one to even be bothered to stir at this time), wondering the streets mindlessly with no clue as to why his roommate had woken him up this early. Actually, he knew why, but he wanted to know why he thought it was a good idea to do that. Barry had a mind of his own, and it was clearly malfunctioning. Who in their right mind would wake a man who stayed up until six a.m. at ten to ask him to go out a get cereal for him to binge eat? Exactly, no one. The man was a odd, but his best friend no doubt. There were moments were his sarcasm strangled the optimism of the black haired, blue eyed boy, but they got on quite well. They'd been rooming for a few years, having met through Ansel's scavenging and hitting it off well. Now, it was Barry that did most of the work, the male with the hair the hue of chesnuts and eyes to match just spent most of his time adapting to become nocturnal. The night was his realm, and in his house he was safe. He could be himself around Barry, witty and oozing with sarcasm. Out here in the real world with the sun blazing despite the frigid air that nipped at his exposed neck, face, and fingertips, he was defenseless against humanity. He was utterly vulnerable to the the grasp of socializing, already he'd been attacked by two elder women complimenting is festive maroon sweater. The boy barely could talk to Alexis who had become a decent friend, what was he supposed to do when someone came up and asked for the time? Having already retrieved the stupid box of cereal he didn't even care for and dropping it off at home (okay, so maybe he opened the door, chucked the cardboard container at his pal and slammed the door shut, but details don't matter). He was up and awake, may as well make something of the day- he hadn't seen the sun in a while. Walking around the park nearest his house, Ansel shoved his hands into his pockets, the tip of his nose a blossoming red at the cold kissed it. There wasn't much to see, really. Not too many people were out, probably because they had jobs which was abnormal to him. Work wasn't his forte, nothing really was. Unless being obnoxiously awkward counted, then he'd take the cake. Sighing, he shook his head to knock his shaggy hair out of his eyes, the lavish brown locks draping over his forehead rather than invading his shaded irises. Walking wasn't something he was all too used to, so the kid was out of breath quick. Not even bothering to take note of the his surroundings, Ansel just plopped down on a bench, trying to catch his breath. God, he was out of shape. Rubbing his palms together to generate warmth, he dragged his eyes over the horizon, looking from left to right. Then just like that he'd caught a face in his peripheral vision, and he was cringing, letting out a low screech as he folded into himself. Totally was not expecting that. Trying to recover from his little incident, Ansel pressed his fingertips to his chest, breath even heavier than before. "Christ," he cried, a groan heavy in his voice, "I didn't see you. Ah, god, you scared me. Sorry for shattering your ear drums- but Jesus!" He shook his head, scooting back as he tried to calm. As if he couldn't have gotten an more anxious in public. |
(SOLITAIRE, SOMETHING YOU CONSIDER RARE)