Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Ciar stares at the clock on the wall, his arm resting on the back of his chair as he does. Hurry up already. God damn. He shifts positions multiple times, uncomfortable in his wait. Time is moving far too slow on account of him staring at the clock. But there's not much else he can do just yet. All of today has been leading up to this moment. All the hassle, drinking, avoidance, drinking, waiting, and drinking.
At least he's not at school as he does this.
Ciar sits at his computer, shirtless in his room. A glass of rum rests lazily in his hand as he waits for time to pass. He's taken a sick day for one reason and one reason only: to use his brand new toy. He takes a long drink from his glass, kinda losing track as he does and eventually finishing it off as he does so. He has the headset resting on his lap, ready to go at a moments notice. And it looks like it's almost that moment. He puts his empty glass on his desk and stretches his arms above his head, kicking his shoes off to get relaxed. It gets hot in his room sometimes. The last thing he wants is to be found cooked in his room half naked.
Here it comes.
He lifts his device up and puts it on his head, relaxing back in his chair. He puts his hand on the switch and counts down the seconds. And then, completely on the dot, he launches himself into the game. He's already armed with what he wants in a character and breezes through the creation. Name? RedDoc. Floating castle? You bet. Half-dragon? Hell yeah. Punch the shit out of shit? You bet your goddamn ass.
And like that, he pops into existence in the world of Aincrad. He looks around and makes an exasperated noise as there is already another player there. What the hell? How was he not the f- oh you sneaky bastard. The other player had done nothing but put completely default settings. He was so close. Second place don't cut it, kid. Ah well, it's time to focus on one of the most important parts of any MMO. Fashion. Ciar quickly accepts the tutorial and gets started. Ugh, beginner outfits are always so gross. There must be social cosmetics somewhere...