Post by ZANE BENJAMIN MARQUIS on Aug 7, 2010 3:16:29 GMT -5
' c a u s e c l o s e d o n ' t c o u n t
WHEN YOU'RE COUNTING ON ME
( this is how we'll ruin everything. )
[/size][/font][/center]Quiet, muffled footsteps echoed in the darkened lounge room as a darkened figure crept into the empty lounge. Every small sound seemed amplified because of the quiet room. Zane's sock-covered feet barely made any noise as he slunk quietly through the array of chairs and tables in the room. Slumping into one of the obviously free chairs in the lounge, Zane stretched his arms over his head before slipping farther down into the chair. He hated having such a boundless amount of energy. It wasn't too late, one am or so maybe, in Zane's time and he wanted something to do. He didn't go back to his dorm, in case he woke up his room mate and said mate got upset with his nocturnal habits.
He guessed he would eventually run out of things to do in the empty room and slink back to his dorm. Zane's lips turned downward into a frown at the thought. A pout made itself known on his face before he sighed quietly to himself. "It's quiet. Too quiet really.." muttering to himself, Zane realized how much of a loon he sounded in the dark room. Maybe he could turn on some lights or something. Make it feel less intimidating and maybe someone would pass by and see him. An insomniac or a restless sleeper could walk on by and Zane would have company for a bit.
Sitting up straighter in the chair, Zane curiously looked around the dark room. Where would the light switch be anyway? Getting up and stumbling around, Zane finally made it toward the wall. Dragging his hand along the wall, he eventually found the switch. Flicking it on, he blinked rapidly at the sudden burst of light. "Ack. Too bright!" he gasped. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up around the room. Blinking, he could see the chairs and tables were all crooked and totally not symmetrical in the slightest.
A pout was quickly forming on his lips as he realized his predicament. At least he found something to keep himself occupied. Shrugging, Zane set off to fiddle about with the chairs. He darted from table to table, making sure they were all in the same direction. Standing in the middle of all of the tables, Zane glanced around at his handiwork. A small smile was slowly blossoming on his face at the sight. 'This is going to be a fun night,' he thought to himself, as he made his way to the first of the messed up chairs.
Slowly making sure that every single one of the tables each had four chairs, and the four chairs were evenly and symmetrically placed made Zane feel a bit more calmer. Continuing on his cleaning tirade, Zane eventually lost track of where he was and what was going on around him. It was almost like Zen mode for him, it was that easy to get lost in making everything perfect and symmetrical.
tagged: ashton. wordcount: #4-9-6
lyrics: son of a gun, search the city notes: this took a long time. fail on my part. xD
