Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2009 23:22:44 GMT -8
Chaos. A simple word used in so many ways to describe so many things in the common vernacular of today, for now it would suffice in describing Saint’s time spent from just before Thanksgiving until the days after New Years. School was school as it had always been and would probably always be, enough said on that, and work had become incarnate of that word, chaos. The restaurant/bar where Saint worked had extended its hours to two or three in the morning and as a waiter and host the high school student was constantly on his feet and running about. He did not complain about any of it however as it was good enough pay for someone his age and the extra hours meant extra income, which was always good. Add on the heavy amount of charity work he did at this time of year and it left him little time to breath, let alone do anything else.
This day Saint was let off early… around ten pm, which meant he got home around quarter to eleven. He trudged up the three flights of stairs to get to his floor of an apartment building that looked like should be in every episode of Law and Order or CSI. He unlocked the door and pushed into the small apartment if it could even be called that. A kitchen corner to the immediate left as part of a living room, hallway to the right with a door going left into the bathroom and one to right into the small bedroom, tiny. Furniture was just as sparse as room, a desk with a computer and numerous books stacked high all having to do with either religion, philosophy, or history, a run down futon across from a small table with a tiny TV and a lamp was all that was in the living room while the bedroom had a bed, a milk crate for a night stand and an old dresser. Regardless, it was home sweet home… even if he was alone.
Saint dropped his bag and immediately made his way into the bathroom to take a nice warm shower. He stripped as the water heated to reach just the right temperature before hopping in. The goal wasn’t necessarily to clean the physical dirt, though it would, but more so the mental dirt that had been accumulating over the past chunk of time. For a long while he simply stood with the jet of water spraying down on the top of his head, without movement. Eventually he sat down on the floor of the tub and just let the water wash over him for a long while, it felt good to finally have the time to do this without worrying about anything. Sure enough worries would begin to pile up again but for now… wash the slate clean. In time he finished up by actually cleaning himself before getting out and starting to dry off. It must have been a good forty minutes. Saint wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way to the fridge… he was thirsty.
This day Saint was let off early… around ten pm, which meant he got home around quarter to eleven. He trudged up the three flights of stairs to get to his floor of an apartment building that looked like should be in every episode of Law and Order or CSI. He unlocked the door and pushed into the small apartment if it could even be called that. A kitchen corner to the immediate left as part of a living room, hallway to the right with a door going left into the bathroom and one to right into the small bedroom, tiny. Furniture was just as sparse as room, a desk with a computer and numerous books stacked high all having to do with either religion, philosophy, or history, a run down futon across from a small table with a tiny TV and a lamp was all that was in the living room while the bedroom had a bed, a milk crate for a night stand and an old dresser. Regardless, it was home sweet home… even if he was alone.
Saint dropped his bag and immediately made his way into the bathroom to take a nice warm shower. He stripped as the water heated to reach just the right temperature before hopping in. The goal wasn’t necessarily to clean the physical dirt, though it would, but more so the mental dirt that had been accumulating over the past chunk of time. For a long while he simply stood with the jet of water spraying down on the top of his head, without movement. Eventually he sat down on the floor of the tub and just let the water wash over him for a long while, it felt good to finally have the time to do this without worrying about anything. Sure enough worries would begin to pile up again but for now… wash the slate clean. In time he finished up by actually cleaning himself before getting out and starting to dry off. It must have been a good forty minutes. Saint wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way to the fridge… he was thirsty.
{OoC: Summarizing the time gone and introducing his living arragements. This will be permanent thread, cause its simple that way. Apartment description is always there.}