Misery Business

[Delrin]

Just another day, another loom of boredom... seemed that things wouldn't be changing any time soon. The canid, in a state of utmost irritation. Being forced to move from Radical City because of living atmosphere. Not fun when you have to do it alone. And the results of the move could most certainly be seen on his face...

" ♪ Everything, everything will be just fine! ♫ Everything, everything will be alright-alright! ♪ WHOO!"

...Then again, I could be wrong.

"Hey... Don't write yourself off yet... It's only in your head, you feel--" THUMP THUMP THUMP. Click.

"Son of a-- Crusty old lady... Always gotta stomp on the floor just 'cause I'm being louder than her rocking chair. Can't even sing a song without raising hell and the smell of urine, needs to be put in a home..." He ranted to himself as he dropped the mic in hand - muttering a bit longer while forgetting about what he was doing in the first place. Playing Guitar Hero or Rock Band or something that involved singing. The TV was tuned to a random TV station by now, so it was too late to tell either way.

Flipping through channels, he searched for something to catch his eye, something to pass the time with. Something that didn't include spending money on, preferably. There wasn't much call for live music performances, let alone parties of any kind lately, so resources were limited (and damned if getting a job was so much as thought of, let alone mentioned). Luckily, the remote had skipped a press and paused on a talk show, just long enough for reflexes to take action and let go of the button.

--

"--nd explosion! I mean, thank the stars that they got all the people out of there in time!"

"Oh please. If those hedgehog 'heroes' were really doing what they claim to do, none of this would have happened in the first place!"

"Get real! I'd like to see YOU try and stop a fleet on your own. Just spouting off absurd things..."

"Oh, he couldn't! He always says crap like this--"

"Yeah, but I do have to agree. If they were really on the ball here, they would have at least been able to direct the destruction somewhere else."

"Seriously, and where are they now? Screwing around like always. That Sonic fellow does nothing but lounge around. He claims to be all about speed, and then ends up laying all over the place and take naps. That's not normal."

"Well, that's not really fair. You can't have a fight without getting hurt, even if--"

"Laziness does sound like a frequent quality with Sonic, though."

"Where is he, anyways? I think I heard something about some lake that he never goes to. I'd like to go down th--"

--

The TV ceased it's electrical current, having been turned off by it's owner, seemingly fed up with the rather idiotic gossip. Turning towards the tiny kitchen, he cracked open the refrigerator, only to close it shorty after with comments regarding the purpose of wasting power on an unused appliance.

"I really need to go shopping more often..... then again, I need money more often."

Taking that as a self-hint, Delrin grabbed his set of keys and headed out to the street. Perhaps people might be talking about the 'hot topic' riddling the media.... right before coming back to lock the door.







...Then coming back again to turn off his game system, then re-locking the door once more after heading to the street, taking a look around for anybody that looked interesting.