Post #1797930 in Fate's Boredom, a roleplay on RPG

Ian lay stretched across his unkempt bed, staring at the ceiling above him listlessly. He didn’t want to get up from his warm, loving bed, although, another part of him urged his body to get out of bed and go bother one of the souls who aren’t in control of the body today. His lips stretched across his face in a wide grin. Tomorrow was going to be the most amazingly awesome day. He planned on finding a demon and to pester them until they told him everything there is to know about one. Of course, the challenge was to identify what a demon looks like to be exact, they never seem to be out in the day. The lack of light during the night made it hard to distinguish a potential mugger from an everyday demon; he rolled out of his bed. Falling onto the plush ground, a soft groan of pain emitted from the mass on the dully colored carpet.

Lying on the ground, Ian whined at an unnatural pitch not wanting to move but was too uncomfortable to simply stay in that position. He rolled onto his back and let out a sigh, officially comfortable. His thoughts raced at a speed of five times faster than a normal person talking. He felt a pang in his stomach, automatically knowing it was asking for something to digest even though Ian didn’t necessarily need to eat anything. He sighed, wishing he had his own body for the umpteenth time…then he can eat whenever his stomach dictated, follow the people he wanted to annoy whenever he wanted to, or even get new books to read. But, most of all, Ian enjoyed feeling the rush of adrenaline that he normally can only feel when in control of the body.

He didn’t move from his location on the ground for what it seemed like an eternity until he found the will to stand up. The shred of responsibility in him had convinced him that there were people out in the world that needed his “amazing” charm to make their day. He ran his long fingers through the unruly mane of hair in a half-hearted attempt to pull out the knots. Ian so endearingly shoved it up into the headband of the day. Today, it was a bright red headband with a white-lined dragon that seemed to have been drawn across the cloth.

He glanced down at the attire Ian woke up in and scrunched his nose, finding out that he had no shirt on, only wearing a pair of pajama pants that was in the act of falling off. He debated whether or not it was enough clothing for him to go annoy the others. The more logical side, and sensible, argued that his pants were going to fall off at any moment and would embarrass those around him. But the more carefree and what the logical side calls “evil” side argued that the other souls wouldn’t be surprised he didn’t something stupid like that and should act accordingly. He decided to do the unusual, for him at least, and act like a normal person who changes clothing when they wake up.

His bright green eye cast a glance around the room first to see if there was anything clean that he could wear lying on the ground. Unfortunately, all the clothing was meant to be cleaned. Ian being the lazy ass he was, whined to himself before bending down to gather all the stray, dirty clothing. Once they were all in the basket that the lovely soul, Azalea, provided him with. Ian went over to the ugly, brown dresser. He named it Meany for having such a temperamental personality, only letting him open it half the time. It seemed that today was going to be a good day because the drawer opened so smoothly there were no squeaks. Ian smiled at that tiny, seemingly unimportant detail before grabbing a pale blue T-shirt that would accompany a pair of black skinny jeans.

Quickly changing, he looked around his room, a mess with stacks of books and a random array of items; he was looking for his beloved leather jacket. Ian found it in a thrift store when he was in control of the body, the moment he rested the eyes on it….the strings in his very heart felt a pang. Now he owned it both in the outside world and in this place, whatever this place is. He had some theories on it, like how this place could be a completely different realm that normal people with only one soul never notice…or maybe this place is simply a hallucination and they aren’t actually real. Perhaps he is in coma and his subconscious created this place, if that was true, his mind is amazing. He grinned at that thought before finding his beloved. The leather jacket. Shrugging it on, he walked out of his little haven.

Snippet #1797930

located in New York City, the place to find psychos, a part of Fate's Boredom, one of the many universes on RPG.

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