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Post by brandon benjamin rune on Jan 10, 2013 20:20:19 GMT -8
An empty Rune house was a rare sight to see, and Brandon was soaking up every minute of it while he could. He loved his family dearly; there was no question about that – but in a family of five children and two adults, totaling up to seven different human beings in one house all over the age of thirteen, there was always some kind of trouble to deal with. Whether it was the twins acting up, Christine having a girl fit – or James, rather – or his parents at each other’s necks, it was always something. But tonight, everything was quiet. All of course but the television screen. Brandon had the volume cranked up to an almost ungodly level and he was laid out across the couch, the lights dimmed to the lowest extent they could be without being turned completely off. Friday nights were always the best. He was physically exhausted from football, but it was beginning to wear off as the night progressed. Lost in the world of TV, he idly pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and narrowed his eyes at the text message icon. Nothing. Usually he would be invited somewhere by this point in the night – but of course, they had only been back to school for so long now, maybe his friends were all busy. Or too drunk at this point to text.
It wasn’t long before he ended up deciding to go out by himself, not wanting to spend his evening cooped up in an empty house. If his brother or sister were present Brandon probably would’ve just hung out with them, but seeing as they weren’t, there was no reason to stick around. He pushed himself off of the couch and turned the TV off, slouching as he walked up the stairs and turned down the never-ending hallway, eventually reaching his room. Their house was ridiculously big. Sure, seven people was a lot, but was this all necessary? He stripped himself of the clothes he had worn after practice and went to the shower, this time doing a more thorough wash. While he had showered in the locker room, there was nothing like a real shower. Besides, those were just quick rinses, really. Brandon didn’t take long in the shower, though, it was only a matter of about fifteen minutes before he was in, out, and all dressed to go. His hair was a bit damp, but it would dry soon enough. He grabbed his car keys off the dresser and turned the light off, closing the door to his man cave as he exited it. It was a wreck in there, so he liked to keep the general eye out of it for their own protection. It was probably the only room in the house that his mom didn’t obsessively clean, and more than likely that was because of what she was afraid to find. He usually cleaned up after himself, unless of course it was in that room.
Brandon walked quicker as he descended the hallway, an eerie feeling overwhelming him. He wasn’t afraid by any means, but it would be understatement to say he was a little freaked at the silence in his normally booming house. He trampled down the stairs, purposefully making as much noise as possible but it only seemed to worsen the situation with echoes. Frowning, he made his way out of the house and locked the door behind him. With a house like theirs, it was definitely necessary to lock up if no one was gonna be around. It took him a matter of maybe ten minutes to get in his car, pull out of the drive way and ride off until he found the place he was looking for. The local bar. He flashed his ID at the bouncer as he walked in, stopping for a second but only just that because it was the usual guy and they knew him well enough by now to know he wasn’t the same seventeen year old kid sneaking in with a fake. He’d been over 21 for a good four years now, but sometimes they teased him for those past little encounters. Brandon didn’t blame them, though. He shared the laughs. Back then it wasn’t so funny to anyone, but now it was really no big deal. It just happened. Brandon sat himself up onto a bar stool and ordered himself a beer to start off with, tapping his fingers somewhat impatiently as he waited, but all the noise in the bar seemed to block that out unless someone was sitting directly next to him, which no one was yet on either side.
word count: 778
tagged: open.
outfit: click.
music: a matter of time - the killers
notes: blah.
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