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| A quick peek into the life of Awesome | Started by: Awesome on Dec 29, '08 08:39 |
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It was an early morning when Awesome awoke. The sun had but recently risen, and with it the sound of birds singing. He yawned and stretched his arms. It had been a long day for him yesterday. Lots of robbing old ladies, shooting people in the face, eating oranges, setting fire to children, and alcoholic indulgence. But he'd had an early night. Mainly because he had indulged just a little too much. He'd collapsed at the bar, as usual. And had awoken this early morning in his bed, as usual. He'd never known just how it was that he had always came to wake up in his bed after having collapsed at the bar. Perhaps he drunkenly stumbles home and forgets. Perhaps some kind Samaritan helps him up, out, and in. It was a mystery, indeed. Not that Awesome was at all interested. He cared little for reasons. Just as long as he was having fun. That was all that mattered. He yawned again and stretched once more. And the birds continued to sing their songs as birds are wont to do. It was even a clear blue sky; the sun shining brightly. All-in-all, it was a beautiful day. A little bit nippy, perhaps. But still beautiful. For a third time Awesome yawned and stretched. Then he opened his eyes and blinked. Mornings didn't quite agree with him. And nor he with them. He forces himself up, though, each day. One only lives once, and Awesome was determined to make the most of what little time he has. A life not lived is not a life worth living, after all. And his life was more than just worth living. His life was the life by which all lives are judged to be worth living. True story. So up he got. Out of bed and onto his feet. He swayed a little. Head rush and all. Then regained his balance and looked around his room. He liked it; an absolute tip. An agent of chaos, he liked to describe himself. Oh, what a joker he was. And a slightly psychotic one at that. He made his way to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. Food. The most important thing in his life. He loved it. In fact, he'd even dreamt that he was a sausage roll. Just the once. Best dream ever. Another true story. Unfortunately, Awesome didn't have any sausage rolls in his kitchen. Just cereal. A standard, nondescript cereal. With milk, obviously. And so that is what he had. And it was good. He finished it off with a nice mug of strong coffee. Awesome really liked his coffee. He couldn't live with out it. Coffee was the foundation upon which his ability to function stood. Without coffee Awesome would not be able to do the awesome. And that would be a terrible thing. A very terrible thing, indeed. Thankfully, he had ensured that a ready supply of coffee was always available. It was rather quite clever of him. He'd made it a habit, you see; getting coffee. Every single day he would visit the same 7-11, and before robbing it for some of its cash (never all of it, for he didn't want it to run out of business and shut down; then he'd have nowhere from whence to steal), he'd buy a pot of coffee beans. After 27-plus times of this, it had become habitual. He needn't think of it any more. And he'd amassed a rather large collection. Even built it up into a pyramid-type construction. It was neat. Awesomely so. After having eaten his cereal and drank his coffee, Awesome headed back to his room and got changed. Into the boxers and socks, the trousers and shirt, the jacket and shoes, and a hat to top it off. Literally. He looked divine. Like a proper gangster, 'aye. But no tie. Awesome did not wear ties, oh no. Why? You will find out one day, oh yes. Yes you will. Anyway, after having brushed himself off and tidied himself up, Awesome headed to the door. Then stopped. He'd forgotten something. Hmm. What was it? When unsure of what he'd forgotten, he did as he had always; checked himself out in the mirror. Usually did the trick. And so off he went, over to the mirror, to check himself out. Up and down he looked. And then around. Then a closer look. Aha! His eyes! They were bare! So, off he trotted to the bathroom. Out came the eye liner and the mascara. A few minutes later; all good. He smiled. And winked at himself, then headed back to the flat door, opened it, and went on through. He stepped out onto the street and took in a deep breath. The smell and taste of the exhaust-ridden air was a delight. He smiled, and began to walk towards the family headquarters. It was a busy early morning. The streets were swarming. Business men and 'business men' and all sorts of people heading to and from wherever they went and came. And Awesome bumping into them all. He didn't even have to aim. They came to him. Bump. One down. Bump. Close call. Bump. Oops, that guy was bigger than Awesome. And he looked mean. But it was busy, and so Awesome was able to rush into the crowd and have himself enveloped. On and on he went. Walking into people, snatching the occasional purse as and when the opportunity arose. He began to look a little stupid. A make-up wearing crazy person carrying a large number of coloured purses. Quite the sight, I'll have you know. Realizing this, surprisingly, Awesome escaped into the first quiet alleyway to which he came. He dumped down the purses, removed from them any of the cash and/or jewellery they held, pocketed it and/or them, and took another deep breath. It was a good day already. |
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| Well written, but once again this really has no point. It is just another stab at gaining fame | |
| Reply by: Whiskey at Dec 29, '08 09:01 | |
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Awesome turned to the man who had spoken. And was confused. "I'm sorry, good sir, but I don't understand you. What's well written?" He looks around himself and then back the other way. There are no newspapers or magazines or books in sight. Strange. Very strange indeed. Awesome turns back to the gentlemen. "Can't help you. But I'm busy. Must be off! Toodle-pip!" And with that, Awesome went along. Up the street. Bumping into people and snatching the occasional purse. Never wallets. Wallets were harder to steal. And belonged to people who might beat him up. |
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| Reply by: Awesome at Dec 29, '08 09:16 | |
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*standing in the crowd and Awesome skipping by* *bumped and almost knocked over by Awesome* *dust his jacket off* *shakes his head* That damn Awesome. Nice story |
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| Reply by: Mobsta_Marley at Dec 29, '08 12:15 | |
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