Rupert Puckett
"Listen, I have a thing this week, I can't really go and don't patronize me. I'm completely fine, okay? I'm over it just get off my ass already." Scratchy-voiced McAngry Ass grunted, exhausted from walking god knows where from and to at 2 in the morning. He couldn't sleep last night, what with 4... 5 mugs of coffee? and 2 bottles of beer in his system. It's not like he had a choice; he had to work on scripts, set-up interviews(call some very stubborn people), write some articles, be on air at 10 in the evening and then manage NOT TO FUCKING SWEAR A STORM UP, IT'S YOUR LAST FUCKING WARNING PERTIE SOME KIDS ACTUALLY LISTEN TO YOUR SHOW MISTER, Whatever Linda. Seriously, what parent would let their child listen to a show called "Down with the dirt, with Pert." at 10 in the fucking evening?!?! S E R I O U S L Y. Anyway, walking around for the past 5 hours apparently works wonders for insomnia, oh wait. NOPE, adrenaline just kicked in because some boy just called, so uhhh still awake! Also it's not just a boy, it's the boy, the ex boyf. He was still not over it, despite the former acknowledgement. Oh, he was far from over it.
It was an 18 year relationship, 3 or 4 years of which were romantic and they were childhood bestfriends. He was basically one of the few friends he had left in his life so it sucked, big time. They were both at fault, Rupert knew it but he just didn't know how to come to terms with it like he does with a lot of things involving emotion. Sadness was starting to kick in, although it was more from being disappointed than being upset and he knew it will just get worse if he starts gloating so he's starting to think maybe he should not be not busy this week. That's right, no dilly-dallying, he needs something proactive... like setting up a party, or climbing a mountain, the former of which he has more experience of than the latter. The sun was rising, and so were the people, and AH, the lovely sound of the morning chaos... was not present. Bummer. It's the weekend and a lot of people love sleeping in, like what's up with that, how can you just sleep in on a day where you practically have 24 hours waiting to be filled with DOING STUFF?!? Disrespectful and such a waste, were the thoughts in mind.
Coming into Suncrest, the weary-eyed but still somehow energetic Pertie stumbled into Lourdes, who was dragging a whack ton of treasure out the hall. "Morning, mamita, the fuck are all these?!" his chirpy ass riddled with intrigue. "Just junk from previous tenants, you want some?" although she probably knew she didn't have to ask that question. "I'll just put my stuff down and then OH MAN, I AM GOING TO DIVE DEEP IN YOUR JUNK MAMA!" ---sounded less inappropriate in his head. He hauled ass to 4F before even acknowledging what went out his mouth. Anything can get Rupert worked up, it's harder to get him disinterested about something than it is to hype him up. He's very driven even if sometimes he is misdirected.
Although he was still getting used to Suncrest, he hasn't had any regrets about moving in so far. He does need to work on the whole knowing your neighbor department, although he's been too busy with uni and work so it wasn't exactly fair game. The place was pretty cozy and the people seem okay, at least on the surface, it's only been no less than three weeks so that opinion might change. Rupert puts his trusty backpack down the clunky office chair by his busy(meaning, Cluttered as a rat king, don't google that) desk. He grabbed his comfy grey sweatshirt and a distressed(like, I've had this since high school and it's worn but it still fits so bite me) jeans, and set it down the bed. The guy doesn't have a daily ritual because of his erratic ass but he does make sure that a bath is within the cycle of a day, there's nothing he enjoys more than a quick refreshing bath to cleanse yesterday's grit off.
After getting fresh and ready to knock Sunday down, sleep not necessary, Rupert grabs a cup of hot chocolate to get a squeeze of a jolt. Taking sips as the warmth fogs up his glasses, he skimmed through his social media, trying to get informed about some latest goings-on and light morning gossip. Nowadays, Twitter and Facebook is littered with shit-talkers and over-sharing people so you don't even have to walk down the street to hear the nasties. Wait up, he thought, catching his reflection on the screen. Helloo, boiiiii, looking good~. It was the natural morning filter from the sun god, he took the opportunity and flipped to instagram, snapping once because the lighting was just too perfect. Before putting it up, he tagged Geoffrey, the next door cutie. They've had this thing about tagging each other on selfies for the past few days now. Is that getting flirty? was it within friendly boundaries? who cares, it's whatever, flush face.
Mutter mutter mutter, ooohh roomies. Pertie skipped out his room, "Heeeyy, ladies, morning!!" rusty throat cracking a bit. It was, Eliza and... Veronica? Valerie? Volta? the lady who put up the ad, anyway, both girls seemed like nice people, girl who is not Eliza was a bit stiff. Maybe a little too much, but hell, Rupert hasn't had time to know either of them so judgement withheld. Because he doesn't have anything planned for the day, he thought maybe he can get to know them a little bit. "OH, have you seen Lourdes' pile of junk downstairs? Let's make like ravens and go scavenge." smiled with teeth, trying to win them over. "It's free stuff, and do you have anything better to do than getting down and dirty with maybe cursed items left behind by the ghosts of Suncrest past? You should come with, come onnnn, it will be fun." smile wider this time. "OH and has anyone had breakfast? I am famished, let's go grab some grub at the Rabbit Hole afterwards." Too much? maybe but it's still their choice so it's whatever and it's an empty Sunday waiting to be filled.
i accept this lol
