lay some sugar on me, bby - cupcake&ace!
Jan 21, 2012 19:52:32 GMT -5
Post by Ace on Jan 21, 2012 19:52:32 GMT -5
The universe is an enormous place, with a size that cannot be comprehended with the likes of the human mind.
But that's not important.
What is important is that some place in this universe--in District One, to be exact--Ridgely "Ride" Dragonsbane is both lost and freezing his ass off.
"Ride, you're stupid," he mutters to himself, because he is--he's gotten so wrapped up in thinking about his second tattoo--the one he plans to get somewhere obvious, making him a real rebel, because his current tattoo just doesn't make him look rebellious enough, especially because it's kind of hard to see, since it's hidden under his shirt--that he's sort of gotten hopelessly lost in the middle of nowhere on a cold winter's day.
As if to rub salt in this metaphorical wound, the sun is setting and the temperature is dropping by the minute--thus, the "freezing ass off" aspect of his current situation.
He decides to do something he should have been doing this whole time and surveys his surroundings.
To his right is a gym, the kind where testosterone and dreams of Hunger Games victory are stored in ridiculously high amounts, and he mentally marks that off as a last resort, painfully aware of his lack of both height and bulk. Beside it is an assortment of homes--which is more-or-less okay, he supposes, but the people inside might be hostile towards strangers or he might interrupt dinner or something, and things would get awkward fast--another last resort.
Man, he's picked a hella shitty place to get lost--wait wait wait, what's that to the right?
A sign with a cupcake on it--a cupcake shop, apparently--score! Nobody is ever mean in a cupcake shop, right?
Although, then again, they could be in this part of town that he has never been to before...
The temperature continues to drop and he can feel the tips of his fingers and toes numbing up as he dallies about, and he figures that he'd rather indecision didn't cost him his life, and takes the few steps to the store's door and lets himself inside--and hot damn, it's wonderfully warm in here; he lets out a slow, relaxed sigh and mulls in the delicious, delicious warmth. And cupcake smell.
Probably, he should say something to the girl at the register, lest she think him weird--but it's so warm and comfy and he might lose this moment if he moves.
[/size][/justify]But that's not important.
What is important is that some place in this universe--in District One, to be exact--Ridgely "Ride" Dragonsbane is both lost and freezing his ass off.
"Ride, you're stupid," he mutters to himself, because he is--he's gotten so wrapped up in thinking about his second tattoo--the one he plans to get somewhere obvious, making him a real rebel, because his current tattoo just doesn't make him look rebellious enough, especially because it's kind of hard to see, since it's hidden under his shirt--that he's sort of gotten hopelessly lost in the middle of nowhere on a cold winter's day.
As if to rub salt in this metaphorical wound, the sun is setting and the temperature is dropping by the minute--thus, the "freezing ass off" aspect of his current situation.
He decides to do something he should have been doing this whole time and surveys his surroundings.
To his right is a gym, the kind where testosterone and dreams of Hunger Games victory are stored in ridiculously high amounts, and he mentally marks that off as a last resort, painfully aware of his lack of both height and bulk. Beside it is an assortment of homes--which is more-or-less okay, he supposes, but the people inside might be hostile towards strangers or he might interrupt dinner or something, and things would get awkward fast--another last resort.
Man, he's picked a hella shitty place to get lost--wait wait wait, what's that to the right?
A sign with a cupcake on it--a cupcake shop, apparently--score! Nobody is ever mean in a cupcake shop, right?
Although, then again, they could be in this part of town that he has never been to before...
The temperature continues to drop and he can feel the tips of his fingers and toes numbing up as he dallies about, and he figures that he'd rather indecision didn't cost him his life, and takes the few steps to the store's door and lets himself inside--and hot damn, it's wonderfully warm in here; he lets out a slow, relaxed sigh and mulls in the delicious, delicious warmth. And cupcake smell.
Probably, he should say something to the girl at the register, lest she think him weird--but it's so warm and comfy and he might lose this moment if he moves.
