Thing

[Runcible Spoon]

Hey, look.


A thing.


Magnificent, isn't it?


Almost as magnificent as Chikorita.


D00d, you know the drill.


Site rules.


Praise Chikorita.


And the Sun.


Mostly Chikorita.


[/DOUBLEPOST]Dominic sighed his expression one of utter exhaustion and boredom as he stared at the slow passage of time marked by the digital display of his bedside alarm clock. He hadn't been able to sleep.


Again.


Fourth night in a row, and he was beginning to think there was something seriously wrong with. Sure, his psychoanalyst of his mother claimed it was just his nerves manifesting in an extremely annoying and inconvenient fashion...


Nerves? What could he possibly have to be nervous about? Sure, he was about to graduate college... Find a job...


Go out on his own...


He shook his head as if to clear it of the thoughts and dragged himself out of bed, exhausted and with his limbs feeling like lead. He moved toward the bathroom for a well-deserved shower when his alarmed let out a delicate ping! followed by the roar of some tryhard metal vocalist who probably wasn't hugged enough as a child. Aah, metal. Always there to invigorate the soul, and to scare the shit out of the, usually, sleeping me.


How those days seemed far off...


Dominic shrugged, shuffling over and clobbering it. It faithfully shut the hell up, and Dom continued on his quest to the shower.


It ended quickly, as the shower was directly across the hall.


He jumped in, washed up with it set on the coldest setting... he needed the kick.


He jumped out, dried off, wrapped himself, and shuffled back to his room and presented an offering to Lord Kuerig, who spat out a beautifully caffeinated gift in return.


Sip, undergarments, sip, pants, sip, shirt, sip, sock, sip, sock, sip, shoe, shoe, sip, sip, glasses.


He sighed, the coffee deplinished.


At least he was dressed.


And partially awake.


He grabbed his bookbag and headed downstairs and out the door.

 

[Vol]

Living with parents isn't that bad. No paying taxes or whatever of your own, staying in a room that you don't even have to pay for, having other people to cook for you when you're just a bit lazy. Though there's also the bad parts; cleaning, dealing with other's personal dilemmas, god those were annoying...


These thoughts were running wild in her half-conscious mind, saliva slowly slithering its way out of the corner of her mouth and onto her Pokemon-covered pillow.


"Vivienne, wake up! You're late for school!"


The voice pierced her brain and awakened it. The girl moaned onto her pillow and squealed as she felt the cold, icky touch of her saliva. Great start to the mornin'.


Mindlessly grumbling, Vivi crawled out of her warm haven and into the bathroom, all the while scratching at her scalp. She could smell her mother's cooking outside her room. Eggs and ham, a simple dish but it would do. She didn't wanna cook so early in the morning anyway.


Vivienne finished her shower, the perfectly balanced stream of hot and cold water turning into a small drip. School. How dreadful. Even the uniform sort-of sucked. Nevertheless, she still had to wear it. A knee-high skirt with black silk stockings reaching half-way through to her knee-caps. The white shirt she wore was usually covered by the school sweater. The girl liked to wear it even if it was summer.


Vivenne hopped to the kitchen whilst she was putting her stockings up her leg. The sound of the news playing on the TV was the first thing she heard then the clattering of plates being placed on the wooden table. Quickly, she sat down as she did a few last tugs on her stockings. Vivienne liked to eat her breakfast fast, stuffing down the eggs and ham with a few huge gulps of orange juice. Sighing in satisfaction, she got up from the table and grabbed her school bag that was sitting on a couch in the living room. Before she was about to put her shoes on, her father gave her the lunch she forgot to get from the counter.


"Oh thanks, have fun at work Dad." She said, stuffing the objects in her bag as she finally managed to fit her feet into her cruddy, old school shoes.


Vivienne grasped the door-knob and turned it, opening the door and letting the cold air sting her face. Turning her head slightly around, she yelled good-bye before running off.