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capeandcowllogs2010-02-23 12:45 am
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i don't even know
WHO: Tommy Shepherd | Speed ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quicktothepoint and YOU
WHERE: idk all over, THE BOY GETS AROUND
WHEN: backdated to before the timeswitch! no specific date in mind.
WARNINGS: thank you
SUMMARY: NOODLES NEEDS EXCUSES TO DO SHIT WITH TOMMY, THUS - HE DOES SHIT. OF THE RANDOM SORT. AROUND THE CITY.
FORMAT: Quicklog is le preferred
Things were boring enough with having nothing to do. No job, no team, and now no girlfriend. He still couldn't get over the fact that Rikki had just up and dumped him like that. Like it wasn't enough that his team had dropped from the face of (this) Earth one by one, now he had to handle everything completely on his own. The boring way.
Not that he was a total stranger to individuality, obviously enough; he just didn't have the patience to stick to it. The last time he'd done anything for fun (which would be getting high with Nico) had resulted in a disaster. It hadn't seemed that bad to him, but everyone else managed to pull a fit. Go figure.
"Thanks a lot, pal--" The voice of a not-so-grateful citizen brought Tommy back to reality. A grocery shop owner about to get his week's worth of cash snatched away by a group of poorly masked teenagers. "--did you have to blow up all of my dang fruit?"
Tommy rolled his eyes, raising a hand. "Yeah, you're welcome." He was impatient enough for people as was, and hearing yet another loud lecture from an unsatisfied customer felt right into the 'things I couldn't care less about' category.
So he left the shop owner yelling into thin air, leaving a trail of scattered papers, plastic bags and blown up fruit behind him.
quicktothepoint and YOUWHERE: idk all over, THE BOY GETS AROUND
WHEN: backdated to before the timeswitch! no specific date in mind.
WARNINGS: thank you
SUMMARY: NOODLES NEEDS EXCUSES TO DO SHIT WITH TOMMY, THUS - HE DOES SHIT. OF THE RANDOM SORT. AROUND THE CITY.
FORMAT: Quicklog is le preferred
Things were boring enough with having nothing to do. No job, no team, and now no girlfriend. He still couldn't get over the fact that Rikki had just up and dumped him like that. Like it wasn't enough that his team had dropped from the face of (this) Earth one by one, now he had to handle everything completely on his own. The boring way.
Not that he was a total stranger to individuality, obviously enough; he just didn't have the patience to stick to it. The last time he'd done anything for fun (which would be getting high with Nico) had resulted in a disaster. It hadn't seemed that bad to him, but everyone else managed to pull a fit. Go figure.
"Thanks a lot, pal--" The voice of a not-so-grateful citizen brought Tommy back to reality. A grocery shop owner about to get his week's worth of cash snatched away by a group of poorly masked teenagers. "--did you have to blow up all of my dang fruit?"
Tommy rolled his eyes, raising a hand. "Yeah, you're welcome." He was impatient enough for people as was, and hearing yet another loud lecture from an unsatisfied customer felt right into the 'things I couldn't care less about' category.
So he left the shop owner yelling into thin air, leaving a trail of scattered papers, plastic bags and blown up fruit behind him.