Post by RAIDEN LANCASTER. on Aug 3, 2010 0:37:08 GMT
raiden markeley lancaster
I AM MY OWN AFFLICTION I AM MY OWN DISEASE THERE AIN'T NO DRUG THAT THEY COULD SELL
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"No, Styxx. You can't come with me." The shaggy white wolf whimpered softly in response as Raiden walked into his bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but boxers. He glared at himself in the mirror, mentally punishing himself for not answering any texts and phonecalls from Persia. Why the hell did he do it? Sometimes he just wasn't in the mood. A few times he really couldn't reply. But the main reason was that he had been going through some drama, and hadn't really been wanting to talk to many people. Which was irregular for the male. Normally, through thick or thin, he wouldn't ignore friends.
Raiden scowled at himself, not wanting to even glance at his reflection anymore. He snatched his tooth brush and tooth paste, then scrubbed his teeth violently. After a minute, he turned on the faucet and spit into the sink drain. He then looked back at his reflection, and scratched his chin. While he was here, might as well shave his stupid goatee. While he grabbed his razor and shaving cream, Styxx continued to whimper and then scratch at Raid's leg. "I'm not in the mood. Go watch tv." The wolf left him alone in silence, giving Raid the time and space to freshen up.
After shaving, he rinsed his face and then left his bathroom. Now he really didn't care what he looked like. So he threw on a pair of Levi jeans and a white t-shirt, then grabbed his basic essentials. He shoved his wallet in his back pocket, grabbed his keys, then snatched his leather jacket on his way out the door. Damn, this meeting was going to be a fuckin' bummer.
Not only was he in a bad mood to begin with, but some jackhole decided to cut Raiden off as he was leaving his apartment complex. Without thinking, the male rolled down the window and flicked the guy off. Now what restaurant was he supposed to go to? He wasn't going to pick a fancy one...he wasn't in the proper attire. But he didn't want anything cheap like McDonald's. So when he turned out of the neighborhood, he raced down the highway towards Red Robin. A nice big juicy burger would calm him down.
In a matter of minutes, Raiden had parked and entered the restaurant. "A table for two, please." The male had to hold himself back from taking his frustration out on the waitress, but just let her lead him to his table. He sat, and waited. Another waitress had come by for him to order his drink. He really needed a beer...no. He wasn't stupid enough to drive home intoxicated. "Water, please. No lemon." As the waitress left him, he pulled out his phone to text Persia, 'Hey, I'm at Red Robin. Sitting in the corner booth at the back.' Now he'd have to wait. Oh how much he hated waiting.
Notes;; woo! -excited-
Lyrics;; 'mess of me' by switchfoot
Credit;; nightmaire @ Caution (me)
