Garan Summerby (welsh_wizard) wrote in thiefs_downfall, @ 2009-05-03 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: garan summerby, character: nate vaisey |
RP: Ripping Me From My Dreamland
Who: Nate Vaisey and Garan Summerby
When: May 4, 2003, Early Morning
Where: Their home in Montrose, Scotland
What: It's 5 AM. Nate wakes up to run and makes Garan go, too.
Rating: TBA
The thing Garan hated the most in his life was that damn alarm clock. He was exhausted when he went to sleep, and because of that thing, he was never well rested when he was awakened by it's intrusive ringing, louder and louder until he couldn't ignore it. He could try, but it was fruitless. Of course it was on Nate's side of the bed, so that meant Garan had to move to turn it off. He'd gotten pretty good at rolling over once Nate was up and turning it off without too much effort. Naturally, this had caused Nate - in a streak of what Garan swore was plain meanness - to pick up the clock when he got up and put it on the dresser, which meant Garan had to get out of bed to turn it off. By then, he was certainly awake.
Such was the case this morning. Garan was not yet to the point where he'd cross the room, so instead, he'd pulled the pillow over his head and cupped it over his ears in hopes of drowning out the sound. It wasn't working well enough, and Garan was also further irritated by the fact that it had sounded for a second like Nate was laughing at him. This was not funny!
He let out a string of curse words from below the pillow, just to display his total displeasure at the continued ringing. Why didn't Nate turn it off? Oh, right, because he was mean.