Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 19:10:42 GMT -5
My name's Luke Clyburn, and I'm pretty sure I'm different.
That sound. That god awful sound was playing again. That continuous, annoying, horrible sound was playing to the right of his head. A million voices in his head demanded he hit the snooze button, to remain hidden from the word beneath his two warm blankets. His eyelids put up such a fight with their refusal to be opened, struggling as hard as they could to hold themselves together. But they failed. They failed like they did every morning. Everything was a blur for only a moment before details became clear. The sight of red flashing numbers was the first thing that he saw. The screaming alarm clock resting on the floor near his head, demanding that he wake up and begin his day.
Head dug into his pillow, the young man stared slack jawed at the alarm clock. Everything was becoming clear as he lifted his arm up and slammed it down on top of the clock, shutting it off. "...Fuuuuuugghh" he managed to moan, hiding his face in his pillow for a moment. He knew that if he didn't move he would, without a doubt, fall back asleep. Getting up at six in the morning was rough, something that he just never seemed to get used to. Pushing up with both his arms, the young man sat up on his futon, staring out his patio door at the building adjacent to his for a few moments. Grumbling to himself, the young man got on his feet, rubbing his eyes to try and wipe away the sleepiness. Walking forward he felt his toes collide with the bowl from last nights dinner that he left out.
Life's always been the same since I left the foster home. Wake up, work, sleep. Everyday.
"Son of a bitch!" He shouted, jumping up and grabbing onto his foot in pain. Bouncing around, trying to reach out and find the wall to support himself, before the futon covers beneath his feet slipped beneath him, causing him to fall forward onto the floor below. He lay there for a moment, those blue eyes of his twitching. What a way to start his fucking day. Getting back on his feet, he made his way to the small restroom, peeling off the sleep shorts and t-shirt he had worn in bed.
Tossing them into a basket under the sink he turned the shower on, before sitting down on the toilet to begin his business. He needed to wait a minute for the water to heat up anyway, so he could use that time to dispense of anything his body had built up over the night. Flushing the toilet he stepped into the shower, waisting no time with both wetting and cleaning his body. White suds followed behind his hand as he rubbed the soap into his skin, leaving no inch of himself unscrubbed.
The bar of soap found itself being dragged across a developed abdomen, leaving behind a trail of small bubbles as it traveled around the young mans hard body. Placing the bar on the little hook apparatus, he grabbed the bar of shampoo and squirted some of the gel in his hand. Scrubbing it into his hair he took a minute to enjoy the warmth of the water, letting the shampoo settle into his hair before scrubbing it out. Once finished with cleaning he turned the nozzle, ending the spray of water against his skin. Reaching through the side of the curtain he grabbed onto the fuzzy purple towel and began drying himself off.
Nothing is ever different
Stepping from the shower, the man was busy sticking the towel in his ear trying to clean it out. Once dry he hung it back up, stepping towards the bathrooms mirror and wiping the condensation from the glass. Looking into the glass he could see himself looking back. A young man with fierce blue eyes looked back at him, a wet set of dark blue hair sat upon his head. God he hated his hair color. It made him look like some dumb anime character. Frowning at his hair, he decided to just forget about his little pet peeve and carry on with his day.
Once finished with his washroom duties, along with the various other chores he had to do for himself in the morning, Luke found himself in his kitchen, preparing himself some breakfast. He had planned out what to eat the night before, getting himself a tea kettle with warm water before pouring it into a cup of instant noodles. He didn't have a lot of money, so he was often forced to eat rather cheap. Noodles weren't bad, but he'd prefer some restaurant made ones rather than this cup crap.
He prepared the rest of his meal, a cup of white rice along with a small container of soy milk. Taking his tray holding his meal over to the living room he sat down on his futon, placing the tray on his table and beginning to eat, turning on the television to see what was on. The channel it was last on was the news channel, same thing Luke always watched. He didn't have a computer, so looking up the news relied on using his television.
Before she died my mother told me I was different, that I was special. I still have no idea what she meant by that
Finishing off his breakfast, Luke sighed as he watched the news report. "Five bodies turned up today in Downtown Karakura. Experts are still unsure to the cause of the deaths." Lukes eyes narrowed, wondering if it was the result of a Hollow attack. Ever since coming to Karakura, Luke was overwhelmed by the amount of Spirits and Hollows he was beginning to see. Sure, he'd always been able to see them, but here in this city it was...ridiculous. Slurping down his noodles, he pressed the off button in order to finish getting ready for the day.
The same key used to lock the same door, the same slight of stairs, the same street, the same bus ride, it was all the same. Nothing was ever different. Sitting there on that cushioned seat, playing with his name tag beneath his jacket, the young man sighed. Yet another day to be spent slaving away at a dead end job that barely kept him from being homeless. Resting his eyes as the bus travelled, he let his mind wander about things that were just not important. After all the mindless thoughts of a tired mind were just not worth getting into.
Ah well. None of that really fucking matters. Special or not, I need to eat. Been so hungry lately...seems like no matter how much I eat I'm just never full..
The little bops of the reigster were so annoying, so much in fact Luke had to turn them down to the lowest setting that was still audible. Mindless chatter around him as shoppers and employees talked to one another. Working in customer service was stressful, so people had to find ways to alleviate that ever growing stress. Except for Luke. For some reason or another Luke just failed to adapt to this. He was already on his third customer complaint write up, one more would require action from the supervisor about his behavior.
He'd been good the past few weeks, making sure to, begrudgingly; follow the protocol of how to deal with customers. Some stress exercises presented by his boss definetly helped, but there were some days the young man just had to step away. His boss was an angel, in all honesty. A friend of the owner of the orphanage that Luke was forced to grow up, the man made sure to look after the young adult. He understood that Luke did not have it easy growing up, and that the young man was incredibly angry. He figured that a job around other people would begin to soften the guy up to others, but unfortunately he was being proven wrong.
"What's taking so long?" Luke was suddenly pulled back to reality by the woman in front of his register. Luke blinked, looking between the bread in his hand and back to her. "The barcode isn't working, and neither does the barcodes code itself, so I'm looking through the terminals system to find the bread and its price." Luke explained with a fake voice of care and compassion. This bitch could go fuck herself.
She was one of those types. Organic food, organic this organic that, bring her own bags in. Luke was getting fed up with her rather quickly. He was doing his best to be patient, kind, and caring but holy mother of god was his fuse lit. If this bitch didn't do something to change her attitude Luke felt like he was going to explode. "I'm sorry for the wait, ma'am, it will only be a minute." Luke explained, planting a fake smile on his face as he kept going through the...oh great it fucking froze.
"It...froze.." Luke, accidently, stated outloud without meaning to. The woman did not like this. "Did you just say it froze? Unbelievable! Do you even know what you're doing? How long have you actually worked here? I'll have yo-" And then it happened. Luke slammed the bread into the register, crushing it as he leaned forward, and with one breath, yelled "Do you honestly god damn believe I give a fucking shit what you think, lady?! I'm trying to do my fucking job over here to get you the fuck out of my life! So how about you stand there and shut the fuck up!" Luke screamed, at the top of his lungs, casting a spell of silence across the store. She stood there staring at him, mouth agape and eyes wide. Luke saw the door to the office suddenly open and his boss, Mr Miyamoto, suddenly step out. "Luke! Office! NOW!!"
"What the hell man? What the absolute hell! Did you even try the exercises?" Miyamoto asked, leaning against the office table and looking at Luke in disbelief. "Yes, of course...it's...it's just...fuck I can't even she just..." He stammered, unable to even make an excuse for himself. A awkward moment of silence before Luke asked "Am I being fired?" His boss sighed, shaking his head. "You should be. You've put me in a sticky mess here son. Alright...alright listen. Go home for the day, chill out, and when you get back on your next you'll start in Frozen. There's a position opening back there and I'll get you in there." Luke blinked in...surprise. He expected to be fired.
"Are...you sure?"
"No. But I don't want you to starve."
Luke snickered, shaking his head and giving his thanks. Clocking out and leaving the store without looking at his employees, Luke stepped out into the sunshine and winced a bit. Sun was always rough on him, must be a lack of skin pigment or something. He sighed, throwing his jacket over his shoulder and beginning to make his way over to the bus stop. Yet another day. Yet another problem. Seemed like today was still going to be the same as it ever was.