*is working in the comic store, leaning on the counter and looking incredibly unimpressed and bored - there are no customers today apart from this weird short guy with tattoos and a huge, creepy smile that just keeps watching him when he thinks Mikey isn't looking*
*Gerard's left town to go to an art show somewhere, leaving Mikey alone with the store - because of this, he's been bored and unimpressed even more than he usually is, and just wants for his shift to end so he can close and go home to watch Ghostbusters until Gerard comes back*
*Sighs and leans himself against the door jam, scratching at his cheek with a paint-stained hand*
*Studies his newly painted wall in satisfaction, kicking a paintbrush out of the way. Pushes his hair out of his eyes with a sigh.*
*Is covered in paint basically*
*is outside, digging through his pockets until he finds his cigarettes, then sticking one in his mouth and the rest back in his pocket as he digs out his lighter now to light it*
*inhales deeply, and then exhales smoke with something of a sigh, kind of enjoying the peace and quiet*
Where is everyone?! Why am I all alone?! Seriously, why?
OK, so. I decided to resurrect this community!
With a lot of FORCE from Chelsey....
So here's the thing: ALL PREVIOUS PLOTS AND THREADS ARE DEAD. PLEASE COMMENT HERE IF YOU WANT TO PLAY ANYONE, OR TO TELL US ALL ABOUT WHO YOU DO PLAY, WHAT THEY DO, ETC....
GO CRAZY, ALL BETS ARE OFF.
I NEED SUGAR AND I NEED CAFFIENE AND I NEED IT NOOOOWWWW!!!!!
- Oops, someone let Brendon out without supervision again...
*is standing in the local store, in the alcohol aisle*
*has been having one of those horrible months of doom and loneliness*
*has been staring at a bottle of whisky for the last five minutes and can't stop thinking about how much he wants it*
Well, Thanksgiving sucked.
Anyone want a gingerbread latte?
Jon (on a late shift)
*opens his eyes slowly, feeling nauseous and with a headache*
*groans slightly, rolling over*
*blinks, looking around*
Wait, where am I?
*sits up slowly, feeling even more sick*
Where are my clothes? Oh, shit, what did I do?
*starts to freak out a little*
*finds that he is strangely at ease this morning, carrying a few of his absolutely necessary boxed possessions downstairs and stacking them against the wall in the foyer; the rest, he decides, will just have to stay with his mother*
*when he's finished, fishes out his cell phone and selects the landline number Gabe gave him, idly wondering if Gabe would even be awake at this hour*