Post by Lude on Apr 5, 2016 19:43:30 GMT -8
The alarm wasn't the first thing he'd heard that morning. The air conditioner keeping the room cold sputtered and kicked out clouds of fine snow here and there, jittering from old age it thumped and bumped through the night. He'd turn it off but in its old age it cost less to keep it on than turn the old beast over again. Lude rolled over and popped his alarm quick before stepping into his slippers and walking into the kitchen nook. Cold air greeted him each morning, a hot coffee was always welcome, though he never really enjoyed it for the taste. He unrolled that morning's paper and shifted his way into his small living room, dominated by a single couch and "entertainment system." He sat down and flicked on the news.
"The ZPD found another anti-pred terror cell leader unconscious on their front steps this morning, the third in four months. The only lead police have are marks where it appears they were struck by a tranquilizer." The headlines were what he listened for most. A life of the hunt, paid for by corrupt hands to take down even more corrupt hands. A vicious cycle he'd stuck himself into after being fired from ZPD. Mr. Big occasionally had his thugs drop him a dossier under his door when he wanted something done. No such luck today, however. Reclining on the couch he held a pillow over his chest and flicked through the various early morning cartoon channels. He settled on one about kids in a outlying cul-de-sac getting into all kinds of trouble, and he couldn't help but wonder where all the adults were.
He got lost in the morning coffee and cartoons and before he knew it, his alarm once more buzzed, striking 10 am. He checked his watch and flicked its modes until it got to a distance counter and moved back to his room to change into his sports wear. He flicked in his earbuds and thumbed through his rather random selection of music until he settled and headed outside.
It wasn't until about 11:30 when Lude had returned to switch into lazy wear and prepare a lunch. Fish and chips, made from some fish he'd picked up from the market as well as some pre-cut potatoes from Downtown. Frying them up took only a few minutes, even in the cold of the single suite apartment. he sat back on his couch and looked over at the other half of the couch and sighed. Within his coffee table rustled a variety of hobby tools and kits, dice and cards. He opened up the first drawer and began piecing together his newest model kit. Eventually though, he had passed out on his couch around 3pm. He shook himself awake again at six. He figured it would be best if he got up and moved. He pocketed 4 dice from his collection and put the rest of his things away, flicked off the tv, and threw on a coat before leaving.
Being alone was never really that fun, though he had a few acquaintances at various card and hobby shops through Zootopia. He made his way towards the one in Tundratown he visited most. Maybe they could keep him out of his daily rut. Besides, it had been a few days.
"The ZPD found another anti-pred terror cell leader unconscious on their front steps this morning, the third in four months. The only lead police have are marks where it appears they were struck by a tranquilizer." The headlines were what he listened for most. A life of the hunt, paid for by corrupt hands to take down even more corrupt hands. A vicious cycle he'd stuck himself into after being fired from ZPD. Mr. Big occasionally had his thugs drop him a dossier under his door when he wanted something done. No such luck today, however. Reclining on the couch he held a pillow over his chest and flicked through the various early morning cartoon channels. He settled on one about kids in a outlying cul-de-sac getting into all kinds of trouble, and he couldn't help but wonder where all the adults were.
He got lost in the morning coffee and cartoons and before he knew it, his alarm once more buzzed, striking 10 am. He checked his watch and flicked its modes until it got to a distance counter and moved back to his room to change into his sports wear. He flicked in his earbuds and thumbed through his rather random selection of music until he settled and headed outside.
It wasn't until about 11:30 when Lude had returned to switch into lazy wear and prepare a lunch. Fish and chips, made from some fish he'd picked up from the market as well as some pre-cut potatoes from Downtown. Frying them up took only a few minutes, even in the cold of the single suite apartment. he sat back on his couch and looked over at the other half of the couch and sighed. Within his coffee table rustled a variety of hobby tools and kits, dice and cards. He opened up the first drawer and began piecing together his newest model kit. Eventually though, he had passed out on his couch around 3pm. He shook himself awake again at six. He figured it would be best if he got up and moved. He pocketed 4 dice from his collection and put the rest of his things away, flicked off the tv, and threw on a coat before leaving.
Being alone was never really that fun, though he had a few acquaintances at various card and hobby shops through Zootopia. He made his way towards the one in Tundratown he visited most. Maybe they could keep him out of his daily rut. Besides, it had been a few days.
