Arrival in Fandom Tropolis
At 6 AM on December 24th Jonathan steps out of the taxi (the last he'll be able to afford for a while) and looks up at his new apartment. Student housing, and not like the kind he had back at Fandom High, this was student housing in the real world, and his year of maid service and easily accesible cash was clearly over.
He trudges up the stairs and unlocks the door to his new home. Not exactly furnished, he thinks, taking in the single god awful couch, television set and bed. The bed would have to be replaced. Luckily, his things should be here from Gotham within the week. For now though? He needs food, because he is seriously hungry.
A quick trip down to the NPC bodega on the corner and he's got some basic kitchen items and a cheap tiny little fiber optic christmas tree. He pors himself a bowl of cereal and turns on the TV. The news has something baout Santa stealing Christmas and Jonathan just shakes his head, clearly all things Fandom are meant to break his brain.
Last year he was at Fandom High, last year he was telling his friends he'd see them again someday and now here he is, with his empty cereal bowl, empty apartment, and garrishly lit fake tree. It makes him think Fandom High was nothing more than a memory, or a very nice dream he had once. It doesn't seem real, not now.
Merry Christmas to him.
Fuck this mopey shit, he needed to find Duce, that would get some Christmas cheer in him... and by Christmas cheer, he meant hard alcohol.
((yes, ladie's and gentleman, childeren of all ages, Jonathan Crane is now officially in Fandom Tropolis. The cheering can now commence.)
He trudges up the stairs and unlocks the door to his new home. Not exactly furnished, he thinks, taking in the single god awful couch, television set and bed. The bed would have to be replaced. Luckily, his things should be here from Gotham within the week. For now though? He needs food, because he is seriously hungry.
A quick trip down to the NPC bodega on the corner and he's got some basic kitchen items and a cheap tiny little fiber optic christmas tree. He pors himself a bowl of cereal and turns on the TV. The news has something baout Santa stealing Christmas and Jonathan just shakes his head, clearly all things Fandom are meant to break his brain.
Last year he was at Fandom High, last year he was telling his friends he'd see them again someday and now here he is, with his empty cereal bowl, empty apartment, and garrishly lit fake tree. It makes him think Fandom High was nothing more than a memory, or a very nice dream he had once. It doesn't seem real, not now.
Merry Christmas to him.
Fuck this mopey shit, he needed to find Duce, that would get some Christmas cheer in him... and by Christmas cheer, he meant hard alcohol.
((yes, ladie's and gentleman, childeren of all ages, Jonathan Crane is now officially in Fandom Tropolis. The cheering can now commence.)