Lennon Marx (movedthrough) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-10-28 12:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 055, edwin, lennon |
Literary Magic
Who: Lennon and Edwin
Where the study
When: midday
Lennon was trying to push himself to get out of his room more. It had been a week since Simms had pounded the shit out of him, and the bruising had mostly faded along with the soreness, but the rest of it was still with him. The paranoia, the fierce determination to protect himself and his friends and never get ambushed like that again. He had the knife with him that he always carried, tucked into his jeans pocket in a cloth sheath he'd made, and that was usually good enough for him. Even though he didn't go to places that were usually isolated, like the sub-basement level.
He'd eaten the incredibly healthy and late breakfast of a pack of Pop Tarts-- or was that lunch, given what time it was?-- and thrown away the wrapper, bringing a bottle of water along with him as he wandered around the first floor. There was no real reason he decided on the study besides the need to do something different. He didn't want to be always smothering his friends, who had other things to do besides hang out with him every minute. Maybe he could find a little light reading, pass some time. The study was an impressive room, and he spent a few minutes poking around the shelves, trying to get a handle on how the books were organized. Finally he picked out a Stephen King, because you couldn't go wrong with those, and plopped down on the couch.
Leaning over to set his water bottle on the floor, Lennon noticed a Polaroid on the coffee table in front of him. "Hmm," he said out loud, reaching over to snag it. It was... words. Was this some artsy, existential thing someone was doing? "Lady Pamela?" he said out loud, then started to snicker as he read further. "Ample bosoms?" Wtfbbq? This was hysterical, if terribly written. By the time he got to magical magic and beautiful mantears, he was full-out laughing. He didn't know what the fuck this was, but it was providing him with the most amusement he'd had in a while, so it had to be worth something.