Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 11, 2012 13:34:43 GMT -4
Alfred played a few notes through his harmonic; looking around and swinging his legs back and forth off the back of the moving truck. He was finally moving in to his own dorm room at the university.. He’d kept putting it off and putting it off; extremely worried his curse of a power might go haywire and crush someone or sink half the building.. But the chairman had reassured him fervently that everything would be fine; and if on the off chance something did happen, it was only an accident and repairs could be made. So against what the blonde still considered his better judgement... Alfred F. Jones finally gave into the the increasing loneliness that had been looming over him ever since he first noticed his powers.
He was worried.. But even so, he already felt a million times happier; like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, shown to him one last time and then tossed away. “Welp. Its gone now, at least.” Alfred grinned, harmonic disappearing into his shirt pocket. There was still a good number of boxes left in the truck’s cabin.. Albeit most of them contained comic book memorabilia and video games, a few did contain his film equipment. The movers had taken his shelves and boxes of clothes and the like up already; they might even carry his comics up too. But Alfred would carry his own equipment. With all due respect to the movers, he didn’t trust many with his cameras.. Then again.
He didn’t know many people at all.
That thought spurred a small frown to his lips, though he quickly shoo’ed it away with a handful of salty french fries. The guys must be headin’ down by now, so I should head up with the gear.. Quickly wiping his hands off on the material of his jeans, the American took to humming the song he’d been playing earlier as he gathered two of the boxes into his arms. He hesitated a few seconds, triple-checking he had a good grip, his shoes were tied, the boxes were closed properly.. “All set.” He grinned, turning from the truck to begin hauling the oh-so valuable packages into the building. He weaved this way and that in and out of crowds, pausing when he got to the staircase. He’d forgotten about them entirely.
A worried expression creased lines into Alfred’s face as he had a stare-down with his newest villain. Two flights. Surely he could could defeat them without losing balance and dropping his precious cargo. Surely. He couldn’t help but childishly stick his tongue out at his foe before very carefully beginning to ascend; only one step at a time. No short cuts or dilly-dallying of any kind this time around. "...Yeah, I've got this, dude." He grinned.
He was worried.. But even so, he already felt a million times happier; like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, shown to him one last time and then tossed away. “Welp. Its gone now, at least.” Alfred grinned, harmonic disappearing into his shirt pocket. There was still a good number of boxes left in the truck’s cabin.. Albeit most of them contained comic book memorabilia and video games, a few did contain his film equipment. The movers had taken his shelves and boxes of clothes and the like up already; they might even carry his comics up too. But Alfred would carry his own equipment. With all due respect to the movers, he didn’t trust many with his cameras.. Then again.
He didn’t know many people at all.
That thought spurred a small frown to his lips, though he quickly shoo’ed it away with a handful of salty french fries. The guys must be headin’ down by now, so I should head up with the gear.. Quickly wiping his hands off on the material of his jeans, the American took to humming the song he’d been playing earlier as he gathered two of the boxes into his arms. He hesitated a few seconds, triple-checking he had a good grip, his shoes were tied, the boxes were closed properly.. “All set.” He grinned, turning from the truck to begin hauling the oh-so valuable packages into the building. He weaved this way and that in and out of crowds, pausing when he got to the staircase. He’d forgotten about them entirely.
A worried expression creased lines into Alfred’s face as he had a stare-down with his newest villain. Two flights. Surely he could could defeat them without losing balance and dropping his precious cargo. Surely. He couldn’t help but childishly stick his tongue out at his foe before very carefully beginning to ascend; only one step at a time. No short cuts or dilly-dallying of any kind this time around. "...Yeah, I've got this, dude." He grinned.