Terry Aaron Boot (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dynamitebootsie) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} sixdegreesrpg,@ 2009-05-08 21:57:00 |
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RP: The Brazen Unicorn
WHO: Terry, anyone who'd like to have a little fun!
WHERE: The Brazen Unicorn
WHEN: Friday night, around 10pm
WHAT: Funtimes at the pub
RATING: We'll see, won't we? Likely not above PG-13
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Started
Terry couldn't explain why he was so restless tonight. It wasn't work, which had been brisk but managebale. It wasn't the the fact that his bestmates were no where to be seen lately, as far as he could tell. It wasn't even the fact that he was stalled on the novel again, stuck at a crossroads as far as the main character went. He was pretty sure he'd worked out a new plotline to fix things, and it wasn't weighing on his mind.
So, he had no choice but to conclude that it was just one of those unexplainable moods. He hoped that a night out with his friends--mostly girls this time around--at a new club would at least cure him of the blues a little bit.
They'd arranged to meet at ten o'clock at the pub, so Terry had dressed as best he could--in jeans that were slightly too tight he thought, and a dark green shirt--but hadn't bothered with his hair. It would do what it wanted anyway.
He was the first to arrive, and he stuck his hands in his pockets, trying not to feel too conspicuous our out of place as he bounced on his heels on the pavement, waiting for someone to show up.
WHO: Terry, anyone who'd like to have a little fun!
WHERE: The Brazen Unicorn
WHEN: Friday night, around 10pm
WHAT: Funtimes at the pub
RATING: We'll see, won't we? Likely not above PG-13
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Started
Terry couldn't explain why he was so restless tonight. It wasn't work, which had been brisk but managebale. It wasn't the the fact that his bestmates were no where to be seen lately, as far as he could tell. It wasn't even the fact that he was stalled on the novel again, stuck at a crossroads as far as the main character went. He was pretty sure he'd worked out a new plotline to fix things, and it wasn't weighing on his mind.
So, he had no choice but to conclude that it was just one of those unexplainable moods. He hoped that a night out with his friends--mostly girls this time around--at a new club would at least cure him of the blues a little bit.
They'd arranged to meet at ten o'clock at the pub, so Terry had dressed as best he could--in jeans that were slightly too tight he thought, and a dark green shirt--but hadn't bothered with his hair. It would do what it wanted anyway.
He was the first to arrive, and he stuck his hands in his pockets, trying not to feel too conspicuous our out of place as he bounced on his heels on the pavement, waiting for someone to show up.