Once Jack, now Will. (jumpingpast) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2009-12-01 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | will moran |
Who: Will Moran and Waverlie Rutherford.
What: A drunk and a pixie find that sometimes, strange things happen on the roof.
Where: The roof (the side open to visitors).
When: Forward dated to tomorrow morning (Dec 2nd).
Warnings: None yet.
When Will drinks, which is more often the norm than any sobriety, he can either stay still in his apartment, awash in sloth and staring at the mystery of infomercials, or he can choose to be very rash and throw all reason out the window.
Naturally, he tends to choose the latter.
He doesn't need a reason to drink. However, the poison burning his throat just tastes that much sweeter when he can add an excuse to the mix. Today's was that the sun gave him too much of a headache and SOMETHING had to make the pounding stop. Of course, the real issue could be that since it was morning that headache was the result of a hangover...but no matter. His attire is so common, yet unmistakable: distressed black leather jacket, plain dark blue shirt, jeans and curbstomping boots. If he hadn't shaved so recently, his visage would be even more rumpled, but the bloodshot eyes round everything out so nicely.
Right now, he was just the strange man leaning on the edge of the roof, staring out at the horizon with nothing but a flask to talk to. It always had the best answers.