Neptune, California, Sunday Afternoon
Anders was sprawled out on the couch with his laptop on his stomach, mindlessly flipping between Craigslist job listings and the blank Word document, its cursor blinking and, he was fairly sure, mocking him for the letter he was trying and failing to compose.
With all the plans he'd made for his post-high school life after moving out here, he'd kind of forgotten one very important detail: he'd spent a bunch of money from the advance signing bonus he'd gotten on that Pyramid contract he'd now blown off. Now the league wanted to know how exactly he planned to pay them back for it, and since he was currently jobless he was a little screwed.
He'd never been that great at this sort of thing -- how did you BS 'as soon as I find a job and get myself a car so I can get to classes and stuff' anyway?
[OOC: Open for the apartment's residents, phone calls, what have you. Heck, call him by mistake if you wanna.]
With all the plans he'd made for his post-high school life after moving out here, he'd kind of forgotten one very important detail: he'd spent a bunch of money from the advance signing bonus he'd gotten on that Pyramid contract he'd now blown off. Now the league wanted to know how exactly he planned to pay them back for it, and since he was currently jobless he was a little screwed.
He'd never been that great at this sort of thing -- how did you BS 'as soon as I find a job and get myself a car so I can get to classes and stuff' anyway?
[OOC: Open for the apartment's residents, phone calls, what have you. Heck, call him by mistake if you wanna.]