Post by j on Nov 2, 2007 19:53:52 GMT -5
=/=\=A Few Days After The Phone Call Between Jeff Terron and Michelle Wilson=/=\=
=/=\=Jeff sighed as he finished packing his bag. He had spent a few minutes doing the menial task. But, it had to be done. Can't just go somewhere and stay with just the clothes on your back now could ya? Zipping up the duffel bag he picks it up and walks into the living room area of the Detroit Apartment.
Since his last job closed down he had been bored to the extreme. Not only did he not have his girlfriend with him... or have the thrill of wrestling, His best friend left Detroit with his new girlfriend to go do whatever they wanted to. Some sort of wrestling school... Not exactly Jeff's cup-o' tea to teach how to wrestle... sure it was essential for some to do it, but it just didn't really appeal to Jeff as being a fun replacement for the real thing. But that was one of the many differences between the two...
Tossing his duffel bag on the floor he looks in the mirror on the wall. Wearing a black Star Struck T-shirt and a loose pair of faded jeans, his black hair hung over his eyes, still abit wet from the shower he had taken but a few minutes before...
Picking up the bag again he walks over to the refrigerator and opens it up, grabbing one of the Vitamin Waters that were on one of the shelf. Shutting the door again, he slid the strap of the bag over his shoulder as he made his way towards the door of the apartment. Turning the knob, he steps out into the still air of the hallway. Locking the door behind him, he shuts the door... walking through the hallway he noticed many closed doors... the place had become a bit more empty since the company ended... but there were still a few around.
Walking over to the elevator, Jeff presses the down button and a few seconds later the doors slide open. Stepping into the empty elevator he presses P1 as he awaited for the doors to close so his voyage to Boston would hurry up a bit...=/=\=
=/=\=Jeff sighed as he finished packing his bag. He had spent a few minutes doing the menial task. But, it had to be done. Can't just go somewhere and stay with just the clothes on your back now could ya? Zipping up the duffel bag he picks it up and walks into the living room area of the Detroit Apartment.
Since his last job closed down he had been bored to the extreme. Not only did he not have his girlfriend with him... or have the thrill of wrestling, His best friend left Detroit with his new girlfriend to go do whatever they wanted to. Some sort of wrestling school... Not exactly Jeff's cup-o' tea to teach how to wrestle... sure it was essential for some to do it, but it just didn't really appeal to Jeff as being a fun replacement for the real thing. But that was one of the many differences between the two...
Tossing his duffel bag on the floor he looks in the mirror on the wall. Wearing a black Star Struck T-shirt and a loose pair of faded jeans, his black hair hung over his eyes, still abit wet from the shower he had taken but a few minutes before...
Picking up the bag again he walks over to the refrigerator and opens it up, grabbing one of the Vitamin Waters that were on one of the shelf. Shutting the door again, he slid the strap of the bag over his shoulder as he made his way towards the door of the apartment. Turning the knob, he steps out into the still air of the hallway. Locking the door behind him, he shuts the door... walking through the hallway he noticed many closed doors... the place had become a bit more empty since the company ended... but there were still a few around.
Walking over to the elevator, Jeff presses the down button and a few seconds later the doors slide open. Stepping into the empty elevator he presses P1 as he awaited for the doors to close so his voyage to Boston would hurry up a bit...=/=\=
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