Post by Logan on May 16, 2009 19:22:49 GMT -5
This is very difficult for me. I haven't had a cigarette in thirty-eight hours. Thirty-eight hours. Thirty-eight hours. The anxiety, the sudden shakes, the sudden burst of energy and fresh breath.. the countless bags of sugar free popcicles.
Logan: Fuck you.
-------------Tobacco Free RP----------------
Among the food junction of Dennys their came a passing man who was named only by one name, "Logan". Imagine bright lights to shine his path on any entrance he entered, burst sounds of music drumming off your ear drums. If you ever wanted to meet Jesus.. you met Logan. Here he was. In his glory among the pancake and yellow egg-Sunday brunchers.
Logan: Do any of you have an idea who I am?
A few of the regulars of the breakfast house acknowledge his presence with nods, some shrug him off as a crazy gospel man, either way, not much attention is aimed in his direction.
Logan: Now that we know each other, properly, nobody minds if I help myself to the eggs?
No response. Maybe a strange stare.
Logan: Thank you.
Hurrying over to the buffet islanded in the middle of the restaurant, climbing into the hot trays of food, dunking his face into the strawberry tank filled with syrup. His face appears from the mess of strawberries wearing a Creeping Death[/i] mask.
The other customers look at him in DISGUST.
Logan: Fuck you.
-------------Tobacco Free RP----------------
Among the food junction of Dennys their came a passing man who was named only by one name, "Logan". Imagine bright lights to shine his path on any entrance he entered, burst sounds of music drumming off your ear drums. If you ever wanted to meet Jesus.. you met Logan. Here he was. In his glory among the pancake and yellow egg-Sunday brunchers.
Logan: Do any of you have an idea who I am?
A few of the regulars of the breakfast house acknowledge his presence with nods, some shrug him off as a crazy gospel man, either way, not much attention is aimed in his direction.
Logan: Now that we know each other, properly, nobody minds if I help myself to the eggs?
No response. Maybe a strange stare.
Logan: Thank you.
Hurrying over to the buffet islanded in the middle of the restaurant, climbing into the hot trays of food, dunking his face into the strawberry tank filled with syrup. His face appears from the mess of strawberries wearing a Creeping Death[/i] mask.
The other customers look at him in DISGUST.
