Jack Bowerby (Jabberwocky) (the_jabberwocky) wrote in spindlesend, @ 2009-07-10 14:18:00 |
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Current mood: | blah |
WHO: Frank Montrose and... anyone OUTSIDE of his locked room.
WHERE: Inside/Outside Room A-109
WHEN: Today
WHAT: Come see the fallen Rock God! Jeer at the Jabberwocky!
WARNINGS: Rated R to start because, it's Frank.
Groggy, groggy, groggy. That's how Frank was feeling on Day Two, or was it Day Three? He wasn't sure. He rolled over with a groan and sat up on the edge of his bed and rubbed his hands over his face. He needed a shave, but knew it would be a while before he was allowed near a razor of any sort. A shower would be nice, but he didn't expect that to happen right off either. It was a good thing that he'd long ago developed an immunity to his own stench, or it would be starting to bug him right now. He was between naps at the moment, not having slept for more then three or four hours at a stretch as far as he could tell. He had no clock, and only the sunlight outside for an estimate of passing time.
He glanced toward his door, and the passbox. Nothing there except some wilted purple flowers. "What the fuh--?" he started to mutter and summoned the energy to get up, shuffle over to the door and pick up the flowers. He looked at them, didn't recall seeing them being put there, and frowned. "I better be getting more than this to eat!" he said and then leaned on the box and looked out of the windows at the people passing by. Staff only at the moment. None of them even looked his way or acknowledged his presence. He was used to being the center of attention, whether good or bad, so this was a new experience. "Hello...." he called out halfheartedly, and from the sound his voice made against the glass, he guessed it would be difficult for him to make himself heard beyond this door. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he stared out the door until that got boring. When that occurred, he went back over to his bed and sat down again. "I feel another nap attack coming on..." he said to no one and ran his hand through his tangled hair and again wished for a shower.