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| In Which Beach Bear Procrastinates; aka my one non-shippy RAE fanfic | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 8 2015, 09:16 PM (371 Views) | |
| Poprock Balboa | Mar 8 2015, 09:16 PM Post #1 |
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Anarcho Punk In Training
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"List ten things you do whenever you procrastinate." Beach Bear was sitting in his sick race car bed with a binder balanced on his knees and a pencil in his hand. He was trying to draw a concept for a new tattoo, but nothing was coming to mind. Beach groaned and tossed the materials onto his bed. Step one of procrastination: Compulsive eating. Beach sat at the table in the kitchen with a reheated leftover porkchop impaled on a knife, idly nawing on it. He was taking his sweet time, teasing it more than eating. "Uh, Beach…that’s my pork chop you have in your mouth," Rolfe said, standing in the doorway. Beach looked at Rolfe, then at the chunk of meat before pulling it gingerly off the knife and cramming the entire thing in his mouth. "That’s okay, I guess. I’m just gonna…go." Step two of procrastination: Extensive showering. Beach dropped his Hawaiian pattern shorts and threw them on the counter, kicking the door behind him shut. He stood for a moment, scrutinizing himself in the mirror. He paused and lifted a layer of his fur on his chest, revealing a swath of vibrant and elegant tattoos. They were his most recent set, three weeks old, and he smiled at how nicely they healed. With that done, his cranked the heat up on the shower and hopped in, squinting his eyes shut and happily licking his lips as the water and steam saturated his fur. He sat down on the dining room chair that had inexplicably appeared in the shower long ago, relaxing and running his claws through his fur. "Beach, you done there? I got me a date and I gotta get all cleaned up," Billy Bob said as he cracked the door open, sneezing at the assault of steam. "Oh, yeah, sorry BB. I’m done," Beach said, hopping out of the shower and opening the door as he toweled off. He sat on the counter to let Billy Bob pass through to the still running shower. After he hung the towel up, Beach threw on his shorts and walked off to his next task. Step three of procrastination: Fiddling with a new instrument. Beach looked at the accordion he had bought on a whim. It was a pretty thing, a pearlescent white with pearl and ivory inlay accents. It weighed around forty pounds, nothing to a polar bear like Beach. He gingerly picked it up, putting his right hand under the strap and resting his left fingers on the keys, jumped when he made the instrument yelp loudly. "Screw this," he said, gently putting the expensive instrument back in its case and putting it back in the closet. Beach didn’t hear the ghost inhabiting the accordion cry softly. Step four of procrastination: Compulsive drinking. Reaching under his bed, Beach pulled out on of many two liter pottles of pop and then pulled the remote to his TV out from under his pillow. Beach Bear wrenched the cap off the ginger ale and flicked to some documentary about crazy women who bought and mutilated monkeys to coddle them like children. He tipped the ginger ale to his mouth and began chugging it, breathing heavily through his nose as the bottle went from full to empty in under two minutes. Step five of procrastination: Getting to work. Throwing the bottle into the trash can across the room, Beach picked his notebook back up and began to scratch across the page with his pencil. His eyes lit up as a decent design began to form, and he paused and got up to lock his door before resuming his sketch. It was an excellent idea and Beach Bear did not want to be disturbed. Edited by Poprock Balboa, Mar 8 2015, 09:18 PM.
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| VolymKitsune | Mar 14 2015, 02:21 PM Post #2 |
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That was funny to read. You are truly talented writer. It was kind of short, but quality of the text was great. |
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