Post by Liam Alexander Stanton on Apr 29, 2012 12:35:22 GMT -5
Today was going to be a busy day, or at least as busy as Liam could make it. He didn’t want to be home; his apartment was boring and didn’t have much in it. Though he was making more money than he ever had Liam hadn’t moved out yet. He liked the quaint way of living, and he had also grown too close to it. This was the place that he had lived since he had moved out, where he had gotten his first call back; some of the best moments of his live happened here. Sometimes he wished it was better though, maybe better faucets that didn’t lock and walls thick enough to block out noise.
After waking up early and getting dressed, Liam checked his voice messages. Recently he had auditioned for a bit role in the local theatre group in their version of West Side Story, and he was waiting and praying for a call back. No new messages though, the electronic 0 just stared at him in bright red. He was overly nervous about this; he always was after an audition. So instead of staying home and worrying himself to death, Liam was going to go out and finish his to Do list, and just do things to keep himself busy. Maybe by time he got home there would be some new messages, and maybe he would have some new things to put in his home.
To stay healthy, Liam usually only ate organic foods. Though he wasn’t a Tofu freak; that stuff was horrible. So usually one weekends on he liked to come to the market and shop, because it was locally grown. Though he was wary about it sometimes though thanks to all the stories of parasites in locally grown food and to save himself of that he liked to buy his meat in the grocery store. One of the other highlights of being around here was the random crafts and collections people set up. Every now and then Liam was known to buy an antique or an adorable craft. Sometimes it was just a simple saying painted on wood, and other times it was something like a vintage sign from the 1920’s that he could put in his kitchen.
There was one old lady who came here every weekend who collected various vintage and antique items and then sold them for a cheap price. Liam absolutely adored her to death, with her huge glasses and thick New York accent. She had been raised through the great Depression, her mind was something that he loved to pick. There had been times when he had stayed with her for a fraction of the day and helped her with sales instead of buying anything. She was like the mom he had never had. So today he browsed through the things for sale, recognizing some of the items from other days and finding some new ones. She was reading her book- the same one as always- so Liam just kept to himself as he looked on.
After waking up early and getting dressed, Liam checked his voice messages. Recently he had auditioned for a bit role in the local theatre group in their version of West Side Story, and he was waiting and praying for a call back. No new messages though, the electronic 0 just stared at him in bright red. He was overly nervous about this; he always was after an audition. So instead of staying home and worrying himself to death, Liam was going to go out and finish his to Do list, and just do things to keep himself busy. Maybe by time he got home there would be some new messages, and maybe he would have some new things to put in his home.
To stay healthy, Liam usually only ate organic foods. Though he wasn’t a Tofu freak; that stuff was horrible. So usually one weekends on he liked to come to the market and shop, because it was locally grown. Though he was wary about it sometimes though thanks to all the stories of parasites in locally grown food and to save himself of that he liked to buy his meat in the grocery store. One of the other highlights of being around here was the random crafts and collections people set up. Every now and then Liam was known to buy an antique or an adorable craft. Sometimes it was just a simple saying painted on wood, and other times it was something like a vintage sign from the 1920’s that he could put in his kitchen.
There was one old lady who came here every weekend who collected various vintage and antique items and then sold them for a cheap price. Liam absolutely adored her to death, with her huge glasses and thick New York accent. She had been raised through the great Depression, her mind was something that he loved to pick. There had been times when he had stayed with her for a fraction of the day and helped her with sales instead of buying anything. She was like the mom he had never had. So today he browsed through the things for sale, recognizing some of the items from other days and finding some new ones. She was reading her book- the same one as always- so Liam just kept to himself as he looked on.
