by Himitsu » Tue Apr 17, 2007 1:54 am
(OOC: Guess I'll throw in my lot and give it a go...)
There he was, meditating in his room, a deep trance encompassing his mind as he unraveled the mysteries and limitations of the human body. He didn't even notice when the fire alarm started the sprinklers, drenching him. He didn't even twitch, no, his disicpline was too ingrained, his devotion to the art of Kendo and meditation, too grea-
Snore!!
....okay, so he was sleeping like a rock. Want to make something of it? And now he's rolling over, he better stop or he's going to...
THUD!! "Ow!!"
...fall out of the bed like a lazy idiot. Most people would think it was wierd that someone who exercised and practiced Kendo as much as Jun Taylor would be as lazy as a sloth. That was until you ask the 19 year old, half Japanese, half American boy why he devoted so much of his time to staying physically fit, and found out that he only did it for a valid excuse to sleep more. Hmmm, scratch that, he's still wierd. Lazy bastard.
"Stupid wet floor."
Jun slowly got to his feet and ran a hand through his wet and unkempt dark brown hair to keep it from obscuring what his soft brown eyes could see. Letting out a loud yawn, he scratches behind his neck and looks around the room.
"Wait, wet? Hmm, my clothes are wet too. Cool! Now I don't have to do laundry or take a shower."
Jun congratulates himself on coming to this new conclusion and makes sure to allocate the extra time to sleeping.
"I guess someone turned on the fire alarm again as a prank. Which means I can't sleep in a wet bed, which means I might as well practice at the school dojo."
He snatched up his wooden practice Bokken and made his way out of the dorm, and out onto the open campus. Not even bothering to change out of his wet clothes and only stopping to slip on his sandals before heading to the Dojo. Jun made good time walking across the campus, passing the chem lab along the way, he turned a corner and was met with a sight even someone as absentminded and lazy as him couldn't ignore. Two girls carrying an unconscious boy. One of the girls obviously cosplaying as that Morrigan girl from that DarkStalkers anime Jun watched with his little brother a couple years ago.
A cosplayer, I wonder why she dressed up? For fun?, Jun wondered. He didn't know of any anime or video game conventions going on this week. "What's up?"
Spammaster Rank S!
When you're as smart as me you don't need proof.