Bored on the Network (Open)

[skintoskin]

[Neil is Neil, so what can you do? He's eighteen and dry and bored, bored, bored. He's lounging on a sofa in the living room of his apartment, which doesn't have a heck of a lot to recommend it by in the way of decor. Or much furniture, either. He's on his back, knees bent over the end of the sofa, bare feet kicking lazily. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt is an improvement over the last time he was on the network, when he was naked. A cigarette is held between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Neil is looking at the ceiling. The device is on the coffee table.



Did I mention he's bored?]


So, I live in an apartment in building three, by myself, but I'm not here a lot, 'cause the ticking gets stupid after a while. And I'm sick of it all and bored out of my fuckin' skull.

Anyone want a roommate? I can move there or you can move here, I don't care.

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[whitetwoguns]

[:(]

well

now not good for you?

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[skintoskin]

[He's been trying to be cool...]

now

okay

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[whitetwoguns]

[That's the problem. Everybody's trying to be something.]

I'll be there.

[In fact, he's sort of close to there anyway. If he ends up waiting a while on Neil, then so be it. White--Larry-- is still trying to figure out a way of relaying their intentions to Neil. No one wants to lead anyone on. Or make a good situation more messed up.

Heavy fucking sigh.]