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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[trenchknives]

Aren't ya kinda worried that some weirdo is gonna reply to this 'n then you're gonna be stuck livin' with 'em?

[dropkick]

You should care a little.

[ Rly he is with the guy above him 8( you just never know...but the ticking........sob ]

[hates_most_things]

Are you an axe murderer?

[nobrakes]

How old are you?

[This has nothing to do with Neil's post, but it's something that's clearly been bugging Wilee for a long time now.]

[whitetwoguns]

....What's a guy like you asking for roommates for? It sorta should happen naturally. Or you could get a pet. That stops the noise.

[orangetoughguy]

Your life must be really fucking hard.

[skintoskin]

It is.


Though I haven't actually fucked hard in, like, forever...

[skintoskin]

A 'guy like me'? What do you mean?

[skintoskin]

Ageless.

How old are you?

[Poor Wilee. Neil won't make it easy, but it might make it interesting.]

[skintoskin]

No.

Are you?

[skintoskin]

Yeah? You want to room together?


[Oh, that would be too much fun...]

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[skintoskin]

Could happen, yeah, but this place if full of weirdos. How the fuck can you tell if they're dangerous or not?

[whitetwoguns]

You're young, you got no strings. And besides that, what if the takers are fucking assholes. Then you gotta spend some time losing em.

[skintoskin]

Okay, yeah, sure, I see that. There's a lot of fuckin' assholes here, I bet, but I'd ask then questions and shit, to see what they say, and I'm not gonna run off with the first pretty face, either.

[whitetwoguns]

I knew you're working with more than rocks in there.

That kind of bullshit weeding process though.... I wouldn't look forward to it. You sure people can't trust people. But better off with a process, you're right.

[skintoskin]

Ha.ha. No rocks.

Nothing is perfect, you know? I can be careful with who I pick, I just don't really care if we live here or wherever that other person is living.

You know anyone?

[whitetwoguns]

If you're looking for perfect, that's a life long quest. Shit. It sounds to me like you want a chance in scenery.

I can't say I know of anyone but I'll keep my ear to the ground, how about that?

[skintoskin]

Perfect is over-rated, anyway.

Maybe something else to see when I look out the window...

If you keep your ear to the ground, won't your ass stick up in the air?

[hates_most_things]

No.

Do you play the accordion?

[skintoskin]

No.

Do you?

[hates_most_things]

No.

Do you have sex with food? Like pies or cucumbers?

[skintoskin]

[Uh...]

No-ooo...

But I guess I could...

[hates_most_things]

Don't. I'd be worried about keeping things in the fridge.

Do you still need a roommate?

[skintoskin]

[This expression continues.]

O-kay...

Yeah...

Do you smoke?

[hates_most_things]

[It's pretty much the only proper response to April's...existence.]

No. I don't have, like, a job or furniture or money or a toothbrush or anything but I can figure something out later.