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pursuedthestars) wrote2013-07-20 07:26 pm
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-07-20 07:26 pm
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Room 222 | Saturday Evening
Wasn't everyday that Jim got mail. And it wasn't everyday that Jim got mail from home from the mother he'd thought pretty much forgotten about him. This letter was even handwritten, which was a change. It wasn't long and it wasn't anything hugely poignant but it was still more than Jim had had in awhile. It wasn't like Frank was going to write him. It wasn't like his stupid brother was going to send his regards. His mom sending a handwritten note that seemed very...sincere shook him up a little bit.
He didn't like feeling like that so he'd gone out for most of the day, gotten a lot of sun, drank some very colorful drinks, gotten into a few brief scuffles with some bigger guys and come back a little sore and bruised (mostly in the torso area) but rid of most of the restless feeling he'd developed.
He flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. He was too wound up to fall asleep but he could rest his body for a bit before he decided to do anything else.
[Door and post are open. Yay home from work for the weekend.]
He didn't like feeling like that so he'd gone out for most of the day, gotten a lot of sun, drank some very colorful drinks, gotten into a few brief scuffles with some bigger guys and come back a little sore and bruised (mostly in the torso area) but rid of most of the restless feeling he'd developed.
He flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. He was too wound up to fall asleep but he could rest his body for a bit before he decided to do anything else.
[Door and post are open. Yay home from work for the weekend.]