spike ✝ (abadname) wrote in musings, @ 2010-10-04 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | sarah williams, spike |
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[ ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. ]
If I have to ring this bloody bell one more time, I’m coming over the counter and ripping the door off its hinges. Don’t think I don’t know you’re back there, slumped at your desk, watching skin flicks on the internet instead of doing your job.
[ there’s a very bored and irritated looking blond, clad in leather jacket (nevermind the weather), tongue tucked into his cheek. wardrobe lacking in the color department. he's got his palm over what's probably his phone, video streaming, though half of the feed is cut off because he's got a finger or two in the way. ]
We had an arrangement, remember? I pay in cash upfront, on time and I get a roof over my head. Running water and oh yeah, someone who picks up the phone once in awhile? There’s something wrong with the telly and don’t even say it’s got something to do with the shoddy set, ‘cause it damn well doesn’t. Got it fair and square, I did, and not off of some corner store blanket. Last I checked you said something about basic cable coming through, so fix your wires, or I’ll give you something to cower over.
[ nothing, just nothing. he locks his jaw and picks up the phonebook on the counter and hurls it at the door, watching as it thuds to the floor noisily. his phone rattles, toppling off the stack of books and slants so that he turns to look at it and it's a full-screen display. ]
--the hell are you doing on? [ he grumbles out, palm sliding, and cutting the video to an end. ]
[ooc; I'm gonna go ahead and assume his phone has a setting to automatically upload vids to youtube - so all comments will be in text! ]