Post by Raoul Ace de Chagny on Jul 7, 2013 23:15:39 GMT -5
Three.... three horrible, bitter, lonely, and confusing months. He was meant to have taken Christine away from that monster of a masked man, to England. Only to find himself in England and without Christine! It was absolutely miserable.
Raoul had begun making breakfast even though it was quite nearly noon. The last several times he had attempted cooking, he had quite nearly set everything around him aflame. He was determined to not burn it this time, just hopefully it wouldn't be under cooked. He was now much more grateful for his mother, seeing that cooking wasn't just as easy as it looked.
As he cooked the bacon in the pan, a sort of box thing was playing music, someone had apparently left it on after leaving the room, and it played all sorts of strange music. Just before it had played some song by someone named Marina and something, she sang about nonsense such as talking like a machine and repetitively sang 'oh, oh no, oh no, oh no no' which he didn't feel was really music.
Raoul finished and quickly put the bacon on a plate with a fork. He had made enough for others accidental so he split it in half and left the rest on the counter on another plate and took his own to the table with a glass of grape juice. He had discovered this drink his second trip to the kitchen and found it quite tasty. It was sort of like a nonalcoholic version wine. He started to dig into his late breakfasts, finding that he only burnt it a little, making it rather crunchy but much better than his other attempts.
Raoul had begun making breakfast even though it was quite nearly noon. The last several times he had attempted cooking, he had quite nearly set everything around him aflame. He was determined to not burn it this time, just hopefully it wouldn't be under cooked. He was now much more grateful for his mother, seeing that cooking wasn't just as easy as it looked.
As he cooked the bacon in the pan, a sort of box thing was playing music, someone had apparently left it on after leaving the room, and it played all sorts of strange music. Just before it had played some song by someone named Marina and something, she sang about nonsense such as talking like a machine and repetitively sang 'oh, oh no, oh no, oh no no' which he didn't feel was really music.
Raoul finished and quickly put the bacon on a plate with a fork. He had made enough for others accidental so he split it in half and left the rest on the counter on another plate and took his own to the table with a glass of grape juice. He had discovered this drink his second trip to the kitchen and found it quite tasty. It was sort of like a nonalcoholic version wine. He started to dig into his late breakfasts, finding that he only burnt it a little, making it rather crunchy but much better than his other attempts.
