Midnight call (open)
Oct 23, 2013 21:52:38 GMT
Post by Spencer Gibbs on Oct 23, 2013 21:52:38 GMT
Time: Friday, 12:00 a.m. Three weeks and two days after the half year mark.
Location: Downtown Gotham, Apartment complex, Room 37, Spencer Gibbs's apartment room
Weather: Cloudy with a little rain
Spencer sighed as he sat at his desk within his apartment. How much longer? How much longer would they do this to him? At this rate, he really doubted his sister would wake up. The thought of that alone was already tearing his nerves apart considering he already lost his parents at a young age. A frustrated sigh left him as he sat there. Why? His sister was smart, she was a good person so why? Why did she throw it all away?
Hearing the sound of his phone going off on vibrate, he knew who it was. Couldn't he just have one day to himself? One day to try and get out of his writer's block or at least try to live like a normal civilian who wasn't being forced to help a criminal organization? The phone kept going off on vibrate until Spencer grabbed it and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a thud but it didn't break, he didn't throw it hard enough to break it as it landed on the bed. He put his hands against his head and ran his fingers through his wavy hair. Why? It was the middle of the night!!!!
Location: Downtown Gotham, Apartment complex, Room 37, Spencer Gibbs's apartment room
Weather: Cloudy with a little rain
Spencer sighed as he sat at his desk within his apartment. How much longer? How much longer would they do this to him? At this rate, he really doubted his sister would wake up. The thought of that alone was already tearing his nerves apart considering he already lost his parents at a young age. A frustrated sigh left him as he sat there. Why? His sister was smart, she was a good person so why? Why did she throw it all away?
Hearing the sound of his phone going off on vibrate, he knew who it was. Couldn't he just have one day to himself? One day to try and get out of his writer's block or at least try to live like a normal civilian who wasn't being forced to help a criminal organization? The phone kept going off on vibrate until Spencer grabbed it and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a thud but it didn't break, he didn't throw it hard enough to break it as it landed on the bed. He put his hands against his head and ran his fingers through his wavy hair. Why? It was the middle of the night!!!!
