A quiet day at the residence. Birds are chirping, the sun is shining—okay, who are we kidding here. No birds, no sun. But we do have two, rather bored individuals sitting in a room. One is sitting on a chair and pretending to be The Thinker. The other is painting him.
Okay, fine. Clarification. Only one is bored. And it’s not the one painting.
"Okay, I take it back. At least give me my phone or something. I’m about to turn the painting of ‘The Thinker’ into ‘The Fidgeter’, and you’re not gonna like that a whole lot," says the 'model'. Currently, Håkon is bored out of his mind. Watching the other guy paint him was interesting for the first five minutes, but for every minute that passed afterwards, he’d felt his interest waning. Watching repetitive movements of wrist, brush, brush against water, brush against paint, brush against canvas, rinse and fucking repeat three hundred million times is not exciting, not matter how bored the way they before, and anyway, Håkon feels a little cheated here. He had been promised that this would be something interesting. Turns out it was only interesting for the other guy. At some point or another, he got tired of watching paint dry out of the corner of his eyes, and now is wondering how long it’d take before the paint on the side of the canvas dried. This was the worst. Carefully trying not to squirm, he surreptitiously peeks over the lens of his glasses. The painter is studiously ignoring him.
Wow.
Slowly, he begins to draw up a plan that involves three cans of eggplant, a brick, and nine socks with holes in them.
If he has to sit here and pretend to be ‘The Thinker’, he muses, he might as well put his time to good use and start thinking.
håkon wium lie ❧ original character // not reserved
1. A small switchblade
2. A broken watch
3. A small first-aid kit tucked into his jacket
Sample Entry:
Two threads! Let me know if more is needed ;u;
http://tearsofademon.dreamwidth.org/23684.html?thread=1275012#cmt1275012
http://fictionalized.dreamwidth.org/19234.html?thread=228386#cmt228386
Sample Entry Two:
A quiet day at the residence. Birds are chirping, the sun is shining—okay, who are we kidding here. No birds, no sun. But we do have two, rather bored individuals sitting in a room. One is sitting on a chair and pretending to be The Thinker. The other is painting him.
Okay, fine. Clarification. Only one is bored. And it’s not the one painting.
"Okay, I take it back. At least give me my phone or something. I’m about to turn the painting of ‘The Thinker’ into ‘The Fidgeter’, and you’re not gonna like that a whole lot," says the 'model'. Currently, Håkon is bored out of his mind. Watching the other guy paint him was interesting for the first five minutes, but for every minute that passed afterwards, he’d felt his interest waning. Watching repetitive movements of wrist, brush, brush against water, brush against paint, brush against canvas, rinse and fucking repeat three hundred million times is not exciting, not matter how bored the way they before, and anyway, Håkon feels a little cheated here. He had been promised that this would be something interesting. Turns out it was only interesting for the other guy. At some point or another, he got tired of watching paint dry out of the corner of his eyes, and now is wondering how long it’d take before the paint on the side of the canvas dried. This was the worst.
Carefully trying not to squirm, he surreptitiously peeks over the lens of his glasses. The painter is studiously ignoring him.
Wow.
Slowly, he begins to draw up a plan that involves three cans of eggplant, a brick, and nine socks with holes in them.
If he has to sit here and pretend to be ‘The Thinker’, he muses, he might as well put his time to good use and start thinking.