Post by RYAN MITCHELL on Jan 3, 2012 4:57:39 GMT
The heavy breeze rushed to Ryan, making a cold shiver run up his spine and make his whole body jolt with the feeling. Wearing a short sleeve was a bad idea in the middle of Winter, but Ryan hadn't been in his right mind the past week or so. He kind of felt pathetic with how he dealt with these kinds of things, and he felt even more embarrassed at that fact Vikki, Oakley, and Fanta tried to keep him from the huge amount of drugs he did a day. Like he was some kid. Fanta wasn't as bad as the two girls though, he was chill. A nice room mate to Ryan.
Right now he needed a nice breather. Maybe some alone time outside of the dorm. The theater had some kind of appeal to him, and this hour of the day was the most likely time he could catch it not occupied. No one would know he was gone, except Fanta either. He was kind of glad that his phone was in Lake Mead right now.
Ryan eyed the building silently hoping that no one was inside, and just in case, he'd stay outside and finish off the cigarette he'd just lit. Slowly taking deep drags into his lungs so he couldn't get lightheaded from smoking to fast. The sound of a heavy door swinging open made him look over and saw a director leaving the building. Yep. No one was in there. Flashing them an awkward smile he waited for them to pass by before rubbing out the cigarette on the concrete and walking inside.
The stage was dark. The whole place was dark. It made Ryan grin. Walking further down the aisle towards the stage, he stuffed his hands into his pockets as if he was walking in a never ending black hole, but eventually felt his hand on a seat and sit down.
At first he wanted to just scream at the top of his lungs. Get rid of all of the stress in such a peaceful place. Instead he started thinking about the rumor he'd had screamed at him for the past few days. Biting his lip, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter flipping it on and off while his eyes glared at the flame.
He was absolutely losing his mind.
Outfit:Here c:
Notes: Sorry if this sucks.
Right now he needed a nice breather. Maybe some alone time outside of the dorm. The theater had some kind of appeal to him, and this hour of the day was the most likely time he could catch it not occupied. No one would know he was gone, except Fanta either. He was kind of glad that his phone was in Lake Mead right now.
Ryan eyed the building silently hoping that no one was inside, and just in case, he'd stay outside and finish off the cigarette he'd just lit. Slowly taking deep drags into his lungs so he couldn't get lightheaded from smoking to fast. The sound of a heavy door swinging open made him look over and saw a director leaving the building. Yep. No one was in there. Flashing them an awkward smile he waited for them to pass by before rubbing out the cigarette on the concrete and walking inside.
The stage was dark. The whole place was dark. It made Ryan grin. Walking further down the aisle towards the stage, he stuffed his hands into his pockets as if he was walking in a never ending black hole, but eventually felt his hand on a seat and sit down.
At first he wanted to just scream at the top of his lungs. Get rid of all of the stress in such a peaceful place. Instead he started thinking about the rumor he'd had screamed at him for the past few days. Biting his lip, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter flipping it on and off while his eyes glared at the flame.
He was absolutely losing his mind.
Outfit:Here c:
Notes: Sorry if this sucks.
