Post by raymond jackson everett on Jun 20, 2010 14:56:44 GMT -5
ray was not a patient person. it was just another one of those minor character flaws that stick out in everyone. if he didn't have such a temper, it wouldn't really be that big of a deal, either. this is ray we're talking about, though. this was ray, who had twenty minutes to get to work, which was fifteen minutes away, which meant he only had five minutes to wait for this stupid sack of shit brother to give him his keys. where was said brother? well, that was the question of the day! with his knuckles by his side, one keeping a death grip on his phone, the lanky young man paced in the shared house's kitchen. he had just gotten off the phone with coby, who so nicely informed him after the fact, that he borrowed his car 'real quick' to go to the store. this wouldn't be a big deal if ray wasn't about to be late to fucking work, but that wasn't the case. running a hand up through his already messy brown hair, he let out a frustrated growl of sorts, his foot tapping impatiently every time he stopped.
ray was always a person of anxious habits, even when he was younger. from a young age, he would gnaw on his nails constantly, especially if he was thrown out into the social world. he would stand by one of his parents, or coby's side and bite them until his fingers would start to bleed. it took his parents years before they thought they should teach him other wise, and would cover his finger tips in polish that tasted terrible. it broke the habit, of course, but led to biting or, eventually, pulling on his lower lip, which he still does. his hands are always fidgeting if he's forced to wait, and look somewhat polite. his feet are always tapping, or he paces, if he's being kept from whatever he has to do. all of these, though, are better than if he was forced to stay still. all that would do would lead to him getting way more stressed than necessary, and probably lashing out on the first person he was made to interact with. so, maybe nervous habits aren't so bad.
as soon as he heard the clicking of the door being unlocked, ray's face hardened, refocusing as his mind came back from staring blankly at the kitchen floor tile. he pushed off from the wall he had unknowingly began leaning against, and in a few long strides, was at the door just as coby was pushing it open, holding onto it by the frame in a hard grip, and holding it for the older boy with a look of extreme un-amusement. jesus christ, ray, you don't have to try to fucking melt me with a death glare. the blonde laughed as he struggled to carry the various grocery bags. rolling his eyes, and making no attempt to help, ray's bright blue eyes moved from his older brother, to the clock, and back. sure, he probably should be more grateful to him. it was, after all, coby's mother's house that they were living in without any real effort or thanks on their part. he didn't feel bad though, he knew bad mother's, and jacoby's was just as useless as his own. the least that rich bitch could do was provide something. so, without a second though, he stuck his free hand out expectantly. just give me my fucking keys so i can go to work. with a slightly annoyed, but unsurprised face, coby set some of the bags down on the floor, fished through his pocket, and pulled out the small ring of keys. without another word, ray was out the door, and already peeling down the street.
work was one thing that ray honestly did enjoy. thank god for that. since he had started drawing, seriously, that is, it had been a very important outlet for him. he always focused so intently to details, and he got lost in his work. being a very proud person by nature anyway, he was never one to slack on anything, and all his job did was pay him to do what he loved. maybe that meant it wasn't a job, or whatever people said -it's not like he listened to any of that cheesy bullshit anyway. parking behind the building, he used the back, employee's entrance, flicking his cigarette into the dirt before doing so. he didn't bother to waste time, he went straight into the main room. it was a bit busy already, people moving in and out, station to station, or sitting by the door. his shift had already started, and that's why he loved working afternoon to closing. he was always busy.
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