Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 26, 2016 1:05:10 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE
that's how I treated you
He couldn’t sleep. Something about his bed felt bothersome tonight. At first he was too hot, then too cold. Then there weren’t enough blankets and then they got tangle. Ugh, what a mess. In a fit, the blond had kicked everything off and stormed over to his closet. Too many shifts for the fighting ring was starting to mess with his sleep schedule. He was wide awake now. Muttering some curses his glanced over at the digital clock on his night table. It was the 1 am he should’ve been dead asleep by now. He pulled on a pair of worn jeans and some work boots before snatching a jacket off the coat hanger. He had no doubt a long walk would keep him warm. If he got chilly he could always start sprinting. He continued muttering complaints to himself grabbing a journal and his keys off the kitchen counter and locking the door behind him.
He began his trek, determined now to make it to his destination quickly. Heath was up, he might as well pick up a few plants while he was out here. Sure, the grocery store was closed but the forest was unguarded and open territory. The walk wasn’t too long, shortened by the soft tunes that played out of his ear buds. It wasn’t long before he reached the edge of the forest, a faint path carved out by the many people that came in and out of the forest. Heath stopped at the entrance, putting away his music and picking up a thick tree branch that lay on the ground. He checked his pockets before pulling out a Gerber and popping out the blade. After a few minutes of careful carving, the young man had smoothed over the top and sharped the bottom slightly.
He checked his watch before setting off, nodding to himself now that he had made good time. His eyes had adjusted further to the darkness as well. He decided to follow the general path glancing about unafraid of his surroundings. Work had kept him busy but it was nice to be able to roam the forest. Maybe the bling ring could come here for business transactions. It seemed pretty desolate so far. He carefully stepped off the path, something glowing catching his eyes. Crouching in the darkness, Heath opened up his journal staring intently at the roots of an old tree. Was it dead? He glanced upwards, frowning. He couldn’t tell. However what he could tell was the glowing was emanating from some sort of fungus. It looked like a little green toadstool, piking its way through the ground and up the side of the trunk. He squinted further studying the trunk before going back to the mushroom. He wanted one, but he didn’t know how mushroom life cycles worked exactly. “Maybe someone over in the East knows…” he muttered, scribbling something onto a blank page in his journal closing it immediately once he heard a branch snap.
The blonde froze, hand reaching over carefully for his walking stick. Heath waited for what felt like ages, staring further out into the darkness and quietly standing up. He strained his ears to hear anything but noting beyond that. “Well fuck me then.” He sighed in irritation. Probably just a raccoon. “I’ll come back tomorrow night with a small pot.” He stated with ease, eyes still darting about trying to spot anything through the foliage. Nothing. Well, he supposed if it was anything he would continue on his merry way deeper into the woods.
He began his trek, determined now to make it to his destination quickly. Heath was up, he might as well pick up a few plants while he was out here. Sure, the grocery store was closed but the forest was unguarded and open territory. The walk wasn’t too long, shortened by the soft tunes that played out of his ear buds. It wasn’t long before he reached the edge of the forest, a faint path carved out by the many people that came in and out of the forest. Heath stopped at the entrance, putting away his music and picking up a thick tree branch that lay on the ground. He checked his pockets before pulling out a Gerber and popping out the blade. After a few minutes of careful carving, the young man had smoothed over the top and sharped the bottom slightly.
He checked his watch before setting off, nodding to himself now that he had made good time. His eyes had adjusted further to the darkness as well. He decided to follow the general path glancing about unafraid of his surroundings. Work had kept him busy but it was nice to be able to roam the forest. Maybe the bling ring could come here for business transactions. It seemed pretty desolate so far. He carefully stepped off the path, something glowing catching his eyes. Crouching in the darkness, Heath opened up his journal staring intently at the roots of an old tree. Was it dead? He glanced upwards, frowning. He couldn’t tell. However what he could tell was the glowing was emanating from some sort of fungus. It looked like a little green toadstool, piking its way through the ground and up the side of the trunk. He squinted further studying the trunk before going back to the mushroom. He wanted one, but he didn’t know how mushroom life cycles worked exactly. “Maybe someone over in the East knows…” he muttered, scribbling something onto a blank page in his journal closing it immediately once he heard a branch snap.
The blonde froze, hand reaching over carefully for his walking stick. Heath waited for what felt like ages, staring further out into the darkness and quietly standing up. He strained his ears to hear anything but noting beyond that. “Well fuck me then.” He sighed in irritation. Probably just a raccoon. “I’ll come back tomorrow night with a small pot.” He stated with ease, eyes still darting about trying to spot anything through the foliage. Nothing. Well, he supposed if it was anything he would continue on his merry way deeper into the woods.
LETHE - 592 - NERD ALERT!!!
MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW
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