Log: Akutsu Jin
Who: Akutsu Jin
When: Monday
Where: Business Ethics class
Summary: A story of a man and his one true love
Warning/Rating: PG-13, because it’s Akutsu and so all standard Akutsu warnings apply
Player Comments: I blame Elle for this… An answer to character x object…it’s on you now Foxxie!
Comments/Crits Allowed: Y
Forty five minutes. He had been sitting in this classroom for only forty five minutes. That time wasn’t even enough time to play a proper tennis match, and that was with Akutsu’s talent of playing, fast, hard brutal matches. The amount of time was nothing at all. It was over before he knew it normally. Only this wasn’t normal. It wasn’t normal because this had to be the slowest forty five minutes in the history of the known world. It felt as if the time was just crawling. Dragging itself across the floor like the top half of a dismembered zombie. And every time he glared up at the ticking clock, the second hand crawled even slower, as if it was purposely slowing down just to piss him off. Because it know that Akutsu had just gone the last three hours without smoking even once. And it was killing him. It was killing him as slowly and surely as the smoking itself was.
It was rather stupid too, if he really thought about it. It was damn pathetic. Because he could feel them on his pale skin, the soft, sticky patches that delivered a measured dose of nicotine into his system. Right now, he was still testing out that method of keeping his sanity and thus keeping his classmates alive when he finally lost it because he needed a damned smoke. He was still experimenting as to just how many of those little patches he would require. It would seem that five was far too few. Tomorrow, he’d have to up the number, maybe to ten. His torso was long enough to stick them all on there and it wasn’t like he was going to be taking his shirt off in front of his classmates, so they never to see the multitude of the drug laced plastic. Still, five was nowhere near enough for Akutsu and he could feel it. That familiar burning need. That hungry, desperate what. He needed a cigarette and he needed it….NOW. And though he prided himself on going against the norm, not even he would light up right there in classes. Not because of common decency, but because he was sure some jackass teacher would ask him if he’d brought enough for the whole damn class…like he was a little kid sneaking candy.
Due to this small fact, he was stuck trying to distract himself in other ways. He had long since blanked out the annoying drone of the teacher at the front of the classroom. The bastard was talking about something. He didn’t quite know what, but he was sure that it would probably be on some test that he’d probably fail due to his present distraction. Not that he cared. He wasn’t trying to get honors or valedictorian or anything like that. He wasn’t a damn egg head. He was a kid from the wrong side of the tracks that wanted a fucking smoke. Wanted it so badly that he was sure his hands would start shaking.
His pen moved from notes that seemed to have turned from the lecture into rather messy scrawl of “God I want a fucking cigarette” over and over again, to his lips. The black tip of the cap slowly slid past his lips. It wasn’t a smoke but it would be good for now. It would so for now. His teeth lightly closed around the very panicle of the pen cap as he lightly chewed upon it. That did make him feel strangely better, and at the same time, it utterly pissed him off. It made Akutsu mad because it brought back memories of junior high, when Yamabuki’s resident skirt chaser had announced rather loudly in front of nearly the entire school that he had a oral fixation. He’d quelled that rather quickly. He’d gone from sucking the barbecue from his lunch from off his fingers to seeing how far the other’s luck would go when being choked by Akutsu.
He did not have a fixation, damn it. It was just something to keep his distracted. Something to keep his mind off of the fact that he couldn’t smoke. It had nothing at all to do with how such things felt of teeth and tongue. It was pacifying and Akutsu didn’t care if his classmates were disgusted by his chewing his pen like that. They could all fuck off for all he cared. And so could the teacher at the front of the room. And fucking time could go to hell to. It could go to hell and die for tick tick ticking by so slowly. Four more minutes…
He was not counting down. He wasn’t. Akutsu also wasn’t paying attention to the teacher giving out assignments for the next meeting of the class, on Wednesday. Two minutes. He was already shoving his books into his satchel in a haphazard manner. Akutsu wasn’t about to get organized now. He had better things to do that come up with some sort of method for keeping his books and folders straight. He had places to go and people to ignore and…one minute. And a cigarette to smoke.
Finally. The last second ticked off and he was out of the chair so fast it looked like he’d never been sitting there. He’d sat next to the door. He was always right next to the door. That way, if he wanted, he could just get up and leave. Besides, he was sure none of his Business Ethics class would enjoy a flying elbow to their face because they had committed the grievous sin of getting between Akutsu and his tobacco. He was out of the building even faster. He didn’t even bother to go the prescribed forty feet from the school building, as was the rules. Rules that didn’t thankfully apply to the dorms as far as he knew. Not that he would care if there were such rules. In his room, he was the boss and if he wanted to smoke, he was going to smoke.
Leaning up against the wall, directly under the “no smoking within 40 feet of this sigh” sign, he fished out his lighter and a cigarette. He watched the flame leap up and took a deep breath filling his lungs with the choking sweetness of burning tobacco. He took that first drag and Akutsu groaned softly, in pleasure. “Fuck…that tastes good.”
When: Monday
Where: Business Ethics class
Summary: A story of a man and his one true love
Warning/Rating: PG-13, because it’s Akutsu and so all standard Akutsu warnings apply
Player Comments: I blame Elle for this… An answer to character x object…it’s on you now Foxxie!
Comments/Crits Allowed: Y
Forty five minutes. He had been sitting in this classroom for only forty five minutes. That time wasn’t even enough time to play a proper tennis match, and that was with Akutsu’s talent of playing, fast, hard brutal matches. The amount of time was nothing at all. It was over before he knew it normally. Only this wasn’t normal. It wasn’t normal because this had to be the slowest forty five minutes in the history of the known world. It felt as if the time was just crawling. Dragging itself across the floor like the top half of a dismembered zombie. And every time he glared up at the ticking clock, the second hand crawled even slower, as if it was purposely slowing down just to piss him off. Because it know that Akutsu had just gone the last three hours without smoking even once. And it was killing him. It was killing him as slowly and surely as the smoking itself was.
It was rather stupid too, if he really thought about it. It was damn pathetic. Because he could feel them on his pale skin, the soft, sticky patches that delivered a measured dose of nicotine into his system. Right now, he was still testing out that method of keeping his sanity and thus keeping his classmates alive when he finally lost it because he needed a damned smoke. He was still experimenting as to just how many of those little patches he would require. It would seem that five was far too few. Tomorrow, he’d have to up the number, maybe to ten. His torso was long enough to stick them all on there and it wasn’t like he was going to be taking his shirt off in front of his classmates, so they never to see the multitude of the drug laced plastic. Still, five was nowhere near enough for Akutsu and he could feel it. That familiar burning need. That hungry, desperate what. He needed a cigarette and he needed it….NOW. And though he prided himself on going against the norm, not even he would light up right there in classes. Not because of common decency, but because he was sure some jackass teacher would ask him if he’d brought enough for the whole damn class…like he was a little kid sneaking candy.
Due to this small fact, he was stuck trying to distract himself in other ways. He had long since blanked out the annoying drone of the teacher at the front of the classroom. The bastard was talking about something. He didn’t quite know what, but he was sure that it would probably be on some test that he’d probably fail due to his present distraction. Not that he cared. He wasn’t trying to get honors or valedictorian or anything like that. He wasn’t a damn egg head. He was a kid from the wrong side of the tracks that wanted a fucking smoke. Wanted it so badly that he was sure his hands would start shaking.
His pen moved from notes that seemed to have turned from the lecture into rather messy scrawl of “God I want a fucking cigarette” over and over again, to his lips. The black tip of the cap slowly slid past his lips. It wasn’t a smoke but it would be good for now. It would so for now. His teeth lightly closed around the very panicle of the pen cap as he lightly chewed upon it. That did make him feel strangely better, and at the same time, it utterly pissed him off. It made Akutsu mad because it brought back memories of junior high, when Yamabuki’s resident skirt chaser had announced rather loudly in front of nearly the entire school that he had a oral fixation. He’d quelled that rather quickly. He’d gone from sucking the barbecue from his lunch from off his fingers to seeing how far the other’s luck would go when being choked by Akutsu.
He did not have a fixation, damn it. It was just something to keep his distracted. Something to keep his mind off of the fact that he couldn’t smoke. It had nothing at all to do with how such things felt of teeth and tongue. It was pacifying and Akutsu didn’t care if his classmates were disgusted by his chewing his pen like that. They could all fuck off for all he cared. And so could the teacher at the front of the room. And fucking time could go to hell to. It could go to hell and die for tick tick ticking by so slowly. Four more minutes…
He was not counting down. He wasn’t. Akutsu also wasn’t paying attention to the teacher giving out assignments for the next meeting of the class, on Wednesday. Two minutes. He was already shoving his books into his satchel in a haphazard manner. Akutsu wasn’t about to get organized now. He had better things to do that come up with some sort of method for keeping his books and folders straight. He had places to go and people to ignore and…one minute. And a cigarette to smoke.
Finally. The last second ticked off and he was out of the chair so fast it looked like he’d never been sitting there. He’d sat next to the door. He was always right next to the door. That way, if he wanted, he could just get up and leave. Besides, he was sure none of his Business Ethics class would enjoy a flying elbow to their face because they had committed the grievous sin of getting between Akutsu and his tobacco. He was out of the building even faster. He didn’t even bother to go the prescribed forty feet from the school building, as was the rules. Rules that didn’t thankfully apply to the dorms as far as he knew. Not that he would care if there were such rules. In his room, he was the boss and if he wanted to smoke, he was going to smoke.
Leaning up against the wall, directly under the “no smoking within 40 feet of this sigh” sign, he fished out his lighter and a cigarette. He watched the flame leap up and took a deep breath filling his lungs with the choking sweetness of burning tobacco. He took that first drag and Akutsu groaned softly, in pleasure. “Fuck…that tastes good.”