Nolan Avron
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Punks, Rockers && Rebels
Why don't you just drop dead?
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Post by Nolan Avron on Aug 6, 2007 23:57:23 GMT -5
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God that was an annoying sound. It must've been 5:00, who would want to hear a sound that god damn annoying at five in the morning? No one! That's who no one! Wait, who set his alarm in the first place? He didn't even now here was an alarm on this radio/clock thing. Jesus Christ did he need to start paying attention to more things. The buzzer continued it's annoying buzz threatening to continue if the "snooze" button was not hit soon. From under the dark covers of the bed that set next to the stand which said alarm clock set, a skinny, pale arm emerged and felt it's way towards the stand. Hitting the wood instead of the alarm unsuccessfully, the controller of this arm gave up and gripped the clock giving it a few hard tugs before the cable came free from the outlet in the wall. It hit the floor with a loud thud as it was realized from the grasp of the hand.
Tossing the covers back and sitting himself up in bed, Nolan stretched his shirtless arms into the air and let out a loud yawn. Looking down at the floor he spotted the alarm clock and smiled, "Good you deserve it, waking a man up this early." Practically pushing himself up out of his comfortable resting place, Nolan stood tall in the middle of his dorm, donning nothing but a pair of old blue basketball shorts (which for the record he ahd no idea where they came from). Pushing a hand back through his bedheaded hair, Nolan yawned once again and headed towards the door of his room. He opened it and stuck his head out into the all, it seemed pretty empty just a few kids leaving their dorms. Empty seemed pretty usual for a time like this.
Nolan closed the door and looked around his room before bending over nad picking up his radio/clock. he placed it on his nightstand and plugged it back in. The green numbers flashed the time 11:30 AM. "Well that can't be right." Nolan chuckled shaking his head. Gripping the handle of the drawer in the stand, he wretched it open and fished around for his watch. Successfully finding it, he pulled it out a read the time, 11:32. With a scoff, Nolan stood up, "See I knew that clock wasn't right... it's 11:32!" Rolling his eyes in a 'that was obvious' way. "Wait... do I have any plans today with anyone? I doubt it." He shrugged not really knowing or caring for that matter. I mean really, who makes plans with a guy like Nolan?
With a devious smile on his face, Nolan headed back over towards his door and opened it. Sticking his head back out the door and into the hallway, he inhaled deeply before shouting as loud as he could, "NO HALL PASS, YOU GET NO ASS!!" Nolan knew he'd get some reactions, he did after all live in a dorm hall with a bunch of Seniors, someone would definitely say something.
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Lissa Faye
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Punks, Rockers, & Rebels
This is what you get when you're talking back, Baby
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Post by Lissa Faye on Aug 7, 2007 1:48:25 GMT -5
Lissa lounged on her bed in the early afternoon. She was half reading a new Cosmo, half listening to music on her laptop, and half thinking up plans for later that night. She had woken up only about an hour ago, and was still hanging out in her pjs: sportsbra, white wifebeater tank, and men's boxerbriefs. Lissa's hair always looked like she had just gotten out of bed, and when she actually had just woken up it was an absolute trainwreck. She had it pulled up in a very high, very tangled ponytail and played with the ends as she looked at the picture (it was still a bit early for her to be reading) in the magazine. She was reading about a hot new sex move, listening to a new Kanye West song, and scheming about how to obtain more liquor when the afternoon silence was broken.
"NO HALL PASS, YOU GET NO ASS!!" Lissa looked up at her open door and rolled her eyes. There was no doubt that the shouter was Nolan Avron. He was the only Junior on the floor and was always doing stupid things like that. He thought rather highly of himself, and was constantly making an ass out of himself to get kicks out of how 'unconventional' he was. Lissa shook her head and shouted back: "SHUT UP, MORON" This would hardly stop him, but it was always nice to yell at someone.
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