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Post by iggy on Oct 1, 2011 16:32:07 GMT -5
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Sleeping was one of the greatest things in the entire world. When you’re asleep you could forget all of your troubles, all your worries, all of your cares. Even dreams were restful once you realized you were dreaming. Then with your mind you could control the dream to whatever you desired, you could be the king of the world in your dreams if you wanted to. Sleep was an escape from the harsh reality of the world. You could just close your eyes and leave all the terrible placed called the real world.
Not that Iggy had that rough of a life since he lazily slept by it, and if he weren’t sleeping he was partying or doing something that one would consider fun. He didn’t have a job, nor did he even want one. The average person spent a third of their life working, and that did not appeal to Iggy at all. He didn’t want to spend a third of his life miserable and thought anyone who chose to have a job was insane.
Iggy was currently doing what he did for most of his life, and that was to sleep under a nice tree in his hometown. His parents had been yapping at him to get a job so he could move out of their basement. But that wouldn’t happen; he was quite content to just live there for the rest of his life. Epically since his brother Edward left so long ago. He wasn’t a huge fan of his older brother, then again not many people where. He was a huge fan of his four nephews even though they didn’t see each other much. But he tried not to think about that. And all he decided to think about was sleeping in the middle of the day under a nice shady tree; with a cup of tea right beside him just ready to be drank when ever he woke up.
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Post by JACQUELINE KIBETH on Oct 4, 2011 12:21:43 GMT -5
Iggy may have been able to enjoy a pleasant day sleeping out in the sunshine, but there were certain people around who didn't get that pleasure. Some people, Jacqueline reminded herself, had to work for a living. Then again, she allowed silently, some people were also practically married to their jobs. Not everyone was as work orientated as others, and they didn't reap the same rewards that she did. The satisfaction of putting a dangerous person behind bars, the joy in knowing the world was once again safe for another moment, from another idiot? Ah it was her life, and that was all there was to it.
"Shall I get a report to the boss, then?" the tinny voice in the phone at her ear distracted Jacqueline for a moment and her eyes snapped back from the place they'd been staring.
"No." Her answer was crisp, sharp, but warm, as like everything else about her when speaking to her co-workers. "I do my own reports, thankyou."
Ahead of her, Diana's large bulk stepped gracefully over things that might possibly make a noise. For one so large, she could move without any indication of her passing if it wasn't for the rustle of grass. Distracted for a split second as she slid her phone away, Jacqueline's gaze snapped back up at a low, very soft growl from Diana. Waving her hand briefly in her sign for 'silence', Jacquie tugged the gun from the holster at her hip and stepped forward in the same motion. Cautiously, Diana followed behind, the Arcanine watching the suspicious shape slumped on the ground with nothing less than the darkest suspicion.
A man.
From the distance she was standing at, Jacquie couldn't see if he was moving or breathing. Gun at the ready she inched closer, eyes flickering about him for a sign of an injury or blood. Anything that might indicate this man had been in trouble. Nothing. Nothing but a cup of tea next to him. Scowling, the blonde woman reached out a booted foot and kicked his leg - none too gently.
"This is a public place, if you wish to sleep, do it else where." If he didn't answer, she'd kick him again, and if that didn't work, well then she'd get down and check his pulse. Right now, though, Jacqueline was thinking briefly of the nice break she would be having if it wasn't for this punk.
How pleasant it would be for him to wake up with a gun pointed in his face and a growling Arcanine in the background.
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