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Post by ▌frankie demetrius xenos on Sept 14, 2011 1:58:23 GMT -5
SELL ME CANDY!!
[/i][/color][/size][/blockquote][/font][/blockquote] Frankie bopped his head gently to the slash rock thudding in his head phones. His eyes were half closed with fatigue, his back was hunched and he seemed to be struggling to keep his head from dropping onto his chest. In this picture of exhaustion the only anomaly were his fingers; they whirred across the two keyboards in front of him, back and forth, and behind his half shut lids his eyes mirrored his hands every movement.
He was nearly at the point of crashing, but what human wouldn't be after nearly 53 hours without sleep? He couldn't afford to sleep, way too much epic shit was going down on WoW. Not to mention he had an assignment due in a couple of hours, plus he had to figure where that 500 bucks had gone missing. He was so frickin' close to beating this dragofiend23 idiot, he could pretty much taste it. Maybe another 20 minutes, and they would be his.
And sure enough, 19 minutes later, victory was his. He was too tired to celebrate properly, and as the final rush of adrenalin left his system all he could think of was sleep, and bed, for at least 24 hours solid. As he made his was from his chair to his couch, where he had taken to sleeping of late, he heard the one thing he really didn't want to hear.
A knock on his door. More specifically, two knocks on the window next to his little sleep outs back door, which meant only one thing. Whoever was on the other side of the door was someone who knew him well, and wanted to make some sort of transaction.
The first thing that ran through his mind: WHY NOW YOU SHITTY JUNKIE IDIOT COCKSUCKING TURD!
But he calmed himself, reminded himself of all the positives he got from being involved in the drugs thing, and hauled his ass up off the couch. He glanced casually at his watch on the way across his bedroom, and seeing that the time was 23:00 – of course he used twenty four hour time – realized he couldn't be too angry.
Pulling the suddenly heavy door open, he looked out into the dark night blearily, struggling to make out who was standing there.
“Huuunnghhh...” God, he'd lost his voice too. “Hello?”
tag: killan bro!
word count: three ninety!
notes: if killan were keen to have a quiet little party and sampling of the supplies, then i can safely assure you frankie would be over tired enough to think that was a brilliant idea ;D
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