Loki (hamrammr) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-10-28 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~john mitchell (oe) |
Who: Mitchell, Cutler and Annie
Where: An originally empty apartment
What: Mitchell tries to show Cutler how brilliant life can be if you are clean
When: Sunday afternoon
Rating: Middle (probably)
Open: No
Status: Unfinished
Mitchell’s mood had been spiraling downwards for the last few days. Ever since Cutler and him had to spend more time with each other than both of them liked to do and for Mitchell the ideal amount of time spent in the other vampire’s company was none at all. So Mitchell did what he normally did: ignore him. It was a difficult stunt if you took into account that they couldn’t move farther away than ten feet from each other but somehow Mitchell managed. Every once in a while he tugged at the cord harder than the situation demanded and usually received the same treatment in return. There were a few times they needed to communicate and that mostly done with an undertone of resentment and pigue. But other than that, Mitchell preferred the silence. Currently, he was sitting on the sofa, searching the internet for distillation methods. If he was lucky there might even be a brewery in this city. Maybe someone had already found one. It was worth asking around. He opened the page of the island and scrolled down to the newest posts. Nah, he would not help AJ, not at the moment. Polar bears? Mitchell’s eyes darted from side to side as he calculated the possibilities of there actuabeing no polar bears. A second later, he gave up and clicked on the ‘new post button’. The icon-selection part was ignored as usually. He didn’t understand why it mattered which picture was posted. The text would still be the same. Occasionally, he switched it, if he was in a rather good mood. Otherwise… why bother? He reached for his coffee mug while his eyes were firmly fixed on the screen. Slowly, he began to type a message with one hand. He wasn’t the fastest with the keyboard. He had never gone past the two-finger-typing-system. He hadn’t even owned a computer in Bristol. Absentmindedly, Mitchell sipped his coffee – or rather he tried to, only to find out that the mug was empty. Damn. His eyes wandered to the kitchen. Too far away. Not that he would mind making Cutler get up but moving his own arse off the couch was not something he currently wanted to do. He would wait for Annie. |