Priestly (tipmeordie) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2009-06-12 00:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | priestly, ruby |
Who: Priestly and OPEN
What: Wandering around Lawrence, being confused
When: Thursday evening
Warnings: Language. Priestly likes to curse.
Status: Incomplete
"Fucking alternate dimensions," Priestly muttered to himself as he wandered down the slowly darkening street in Lawrence, Kansas. He had been there for a few hours now and he still didn't know anything about why he was there or what was going on. "Man, I never get to do anything fun. I always get stuck with the bullshit."
His foot made a rather satisfying connection with a can that was laying in the sidewalk, knocking it out of the way. Hands shoved deep into the pockets of his baggy black shorts, head down, Priestly really didn't have anywhere in particular to go. He was just walking, trying to figure out what he was going to do there. He knew that, at some point, he should probably go get a room somewhere or something, but it was just so much easier to not think about things like that yet.
Plus, he'd seen someone on that internet thing talking about how they thought they should probably start getting jobs, and he wasn't ready to start thinking in a might-never-get-home way.
Plus? He was going to have to find somewhere in Kansas that sold his colored hair gel, because he just felt downright naked if he didn't have his hair in one of his styles, like the blue mohawk he had currently. It didn't take him long to decide to look up weather or not there was a Sally Beauty Supply around next time he stopped. Sighing, he adjusted the strap of his messenger bag that contained his laptop, as well as the book he was currently reading. That was about all he had with him aside from his wallet and a set of keys that wouldn't open anything in this world.
When he caught up to the can, his foot made contact again, knocking it ahead once more.