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BayRatGaaah, I'm about 2/5ths the way done with my post, and every time I check my subs, a new post shows up! Why must you people be so darn productive?!
Lacking a life is nothing to be envious of.
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Lacking a life is nothing to be envious of.
This train's rolling steady now.
Oh, I should shave.
There was no motivation behind the thought as Elliot stared at himself in the mirror. It was a simply a hopeless observation. Much like, oh, I should win a million dollars, or oh, I should find myself a hot babe with neck-down alopecia, or oh, I should get a job. That last one, at least, was doable. Hopefully.
In lieu of a brush, Elliot simply ran a hand through his hair until it looked somewhat neat. He didn't have an interviews or anything to go to after all, he just needed to pick up some applications around town. He also half-heartedly adjusted a tie over his button-down shirt, before deciding better of it and tossing it across the room. At the very least, he did adjust the cuffs at the end of his sleeves, before taking a glance down at his pants.
Or rather, lack thereof. Letting out a tired groan, he sat down at the edge of his bed and got to work making himself actually presentable. Elliot took a look at his prosthetic as he slid the pants up his leg. When he had left, years back, he though that it was him hiding his leg from others, but he knew better than that now. His leg had been hiding him. Anxiety gripped him at the thought, but he intended to walk freely from this day forward.
It was a Red Letter Day.
The day's goals were twofold, and both equally unlikely. First up, he wanted a job. His... other income was enough to get by, but a little more wouldn't hurt, and he wanted to feel like a human being again after so much time. Millington had always been a small town, without the best employment prospects, so the idea worried him.
However, the day's second task outright terrified him. The best possible outcome is that in between hearing about the death of the senior Reese's the rest of the family managed to sell the house and move far away. Then he wouldn't have to see them, wouldn't have to explain himself, wouldn't have to talk about their parents or their diner or anything else.
That was the best case scenario, right?
As if responding to his own question, Elliot grabbed his cane and shook his head, locking the door behind him as he left the apartment. He took a moment to admire the cloudless sky and the morning sunrise, fresh air filling his nostrils. However, he didn't wait around too long, he needed to get to the east side of town before he could do anything, and the surrounding neighborhood bothered him. It was the sort of neighborhood he would have avoided when he lived with his parents, and yet here he was.
Limping as he always did, he began to make his way east, filled with hope and terror at what awaited him today.
There was no motivation behind the thought as Elliot stared at himself in the mirror. It was a simply a hopeless observation. Much like, oh, I should win a million dollars, or oh, I should find myself a hot babe with neck-down alopecia, or oh, I should get a job. That last one, at least, was doable. Hopefully.
In lieu of a brush, Elliot simply ran a hand through his hair until it looked somewhat neat. He didn't have an interviews or anything to go to after all, he just needed to pick up some applications around town. He also half-heartedly adjusted a tie over his button-down shirt, before deciding better of it and tossing it across the room. At the very least, he did adjust the cuffs at the end of his sleeves, before taking a glance down at his pants.
Or rather, lack thereof. Letting out a tired groan, he sat down at the edge of his bed and got to work making himself actually presentable. Elliot took a look at his prosthetic as he slid the pants up his leg. When he had left, years back, he though that it was him hiding his leg from others, but he knew better than that now. His leg had been hiding him. Anxiety gripped him at the thought, but he intended to walk freely from this day forward.
It was a Red Letter Day.
The day's goals were twofold, and both equally unlikely. First up, he wanted a job. His... other income was enough to get by, but a little more wouldn't hurt, and he wanted to feel like a human being again after so much time. Millington had always been a small town, without the best employment prospects, so the idea worried him.
However, the day's second task outright terrified him. The best possible outcome is that in between hearing about the death of the senior Reese's the rest of the family managed to sell the house and move far away. Then he wouldn't have to see them, wouldn't have to explain himself, wouldn't have to talk about their parents or their diner or anything else.
That was the best case scenario, right?
As if responding to his own question, Elliot grabbed his cane and shook his head, locking the door behind him as he left the apartment. He took a moment to admire the cloudless sky and the morning sunrise, fresh air filling his nostrils. However, he didn't wait around too long, he needed to get to the east side of town before he could do anything, and the surrounding neighborhood bothered him. It was the sort of neighborhood he would have avoided when he lived with his parents, and yet here he was.
Limping as he always did, he began to make his way east, filled with hope and terror at what awaited him today.
Let us all detail our next IC posts here instead of actually typing them and revealing new info and actions.
@Viciousmarrow Believe me, I held no such illusions after reading that intro post.
Money>Education. They should be taught better values in life.
I'm doing just fine, deciding on if I'll post in the next 6ish hours (likely). How about yourself?
Mostly waiting for the story to shift to the Diner setting, where I imagine everyone will get together (Classic "Party meets in the bar" setting, anyone?). It's certainly where I planned to reintroduce him to the family.
Not that I'll hold off my intro post that long of course. I wouldn't deprive you all of my presence like that. I abstain from cruelty.
Not that I'll hold off my intro post that long of course. I wouldn't deprive you all of my presence like that. I abstain from cruelty.
@PirouetteRest assured, it's a much higher opinion than he has of her.
Also looking forward to that next post though, I'm sure they'll get into a meeting or something boring before they can be at each other's throats. I also find the lack of introductions refreshing, it's certainly a nice change from the usual slow dynamic of openings.
Also looking forward to that next post though, I'm sure they'll get into a meeting or something boring before they can be at each other's throats. I also find the lack of introductions refreshing, it's certainly a nice change from the usual slow dynamic of openings.
@PirouetteWell, he does kinda make the rules too. Baron aside.
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