Post by lawrence on Sept 11, 2011 22:24:58 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true] | DATE ○ SEPTEMBER 10TH TIME ○ EARLY MORNING (6:45 A.M.) WEATHER ○ CLOUDY, CHILLY ---------------------------------- The loud blaring of of Lawrence's alarm woke him. Soft morning light bathed his room, and he lay there for a few moments, contemplating whether it would be best to just return to sleep. His mother must have set the clock. He opened his bleary red eyes, blinking slowly, and yawned, turning to face the digital clock his mother had purchased for his fourteenth birthday. He was surprised the woman had remembered at all, what with the way she practically ignored him. The time (which was, by his standards, an ungodly hour) stared back at him, a deep blue against black, the colon blinking with every second. The time ticked on as Law watched it. 6:46... 6:47... Finally, with an unenthusiastic groan, he pushed himself up, his tousled white hair sticking up at all angles. With the speed of a dying worm, he turned, placing his feet on the plush, soft carpet, and blinking his dry eyes a few more times before standing, slightly dazed. He began to walk to his spacious bathroom, turning the golden handles of the sink. Water spilled into the white marble basin, and listlessly brushed his teeth, the mint toothpaste leaving his mouth cold as he washed it out, spitting into the sink. Turning the handle for hot water, he began to splash his face, feeling more energetic as he did so. Roughly grabbing a soft white towel, he wiped his face, then tossed it over his shoulder. Placing his hands firmly on the counter, he leaned closer to the large mirror, scrutinizing his blurry form in the mirror. Finally, he stood back up, running a pale hand through his silky hair. He then proceeded to put in his contacts, before returning to his large room. He changed slowly, into a plain white t-shirt, and put on a pair of black jeans, before slipping on a solid black hoodie. He pulled the hood over his head in a halfhearted attempt to hide his snowy white locks. Lawrence shuffled over his bedside table, gently picking up a pair of sleek designer sunglasses, and putting them over his red eyes. He then ambled over to his dresser, opening a drawer, and pulling on a pair of socks. Unconsciously tugging on one of his sterling silver earrings, he lumbered out into the kitchen, and gave the area a quick glance, before deciding that he would just go out to eat instead. Jogging lightly back into his room, he collected his wallet and stuffed it into his pocket, and then clutched his phone, before going to the front door, where an impressive array of his shoes sat. Choosing a simple pair of grey and white Vans, he then slipped them on and continued on out the door of the penthouse, hopping into the elevator, and waiting patiently as it took him down. With a high pitched ding!, the doors opened, and he exited, walking down the well-decorated hallway to the double doors that led outside of the luxurious apartment building. Feeling his energy coming back to him, he began to whistle, weaving past the sea of businessmen and women hurrying to began yet another day of monotony in an office. A few whispers of "Kids these days" and "What makes him think that bleached hair looks good?" were rewarded with a frown, and a glare (through his shades) from the albino. As he turned to give yet another man the look, he bumped into someone, and fell onto his bottom, his hood thrown back and his sunglasses lying askew across his face, revealing one blood red eye. "Oi, watch where you're going!" He said irritably, still cranky from having woken up so early. |