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Stephen was not in the best of moods.
And okay, that wasn’t really anything new, but it was always worth a mention. Today was particularly annoying - he had been forced to deal with the clothing box. Apparently it had just been lulling him into a false sense of security by giving him normal things to wear before springing this on him. He had no other clean clothes, he was forced to wear it!
Not that Stephen thought he looked horrible in anything, but the outfit made him nostalgic. It reminded him of his Korean pop song and therefore, of his nemesis, Rain.
On top of that, the bookshelf kept insisting on giving him books. Stephen was bored enough that he would put up with that, but they weren’t even interesting ones! Where was his book, for example? Instead, he kept getting titles like How To Accept Your Sexuality and The Kite Runner. God, he hated that book. And author.
He finally settled for flipping through the pointless pages of Korean for Dummies, - could he never escape?! - flopped onto the couch, and was promptly stabbed in the ass by something.
“Motherfucker!”
Hopping back up, Stephen was about to yell some other choice obscenities at whatever he had sat on when he dug it out and realized just what it was.
An Emmy.
What the hell was an Emmy doing on the island? He looked closer and saw his own name. He had an Emmy?? Was this a future thing? Did his show finally beat out the old decrepit lounge singers that always seemed to be running against him?
Stephen sat back down, looking excitedly at the plaque that held his name and --
Oh.
It was his Emmy for The Daily Show.
What a waste! Scowling, Stephen now held the award as if it was made of slugs.
This day sucked.
(Stephen has found his item and is annoyed, in pain, and dressed weirdly! Come say hi? :D)
And okay, that wasn’t really anything new, but it was always worth a mention. Today was particularly annoying - he had been forced to deal with the clothing box. Apparently it had just been lulling him into a false sense of security by giving him normal things to wear before springing this on him. He had no other clean clothes, he was forced to wear it!
Not that Stephen thought he looked horrible in anything, but the outfit made him nostalgic. It reminded him of his Korean pop song and therefore, of his nemesis, Rain.
On top of that, the bookshelf kept insisting on giving him books. Stephen was bored enough that he would put up with that, but they weren’t even interesting ones! Where was his book, for example? Instead, he kept getting titles like How To Accept Your Sexuality and The Kite Runner. God, he hated that book. And author.
He finally settled for flipping through the pointless pages of Korean for Dummies, - could he never escape?! - flopped onto the couch, and was promptly stabbed in the ass by something.
“Motherfucker!”
Hopping back up, Stephen was about to yell some other choice obscenities at whatever he had sat on when he dug it out and realized just what it was.
An Emmy.
What the hell was an Emmy doing on the island? He looked closer and saw his own name. He had an Emmy?? Was this a future thing? Did his show finally beat out the old decrepit lounge singers that always seemed to be running against him?
Stephen sat back down, looking excitedly at the plaque that held his name and --
Oh.
It was his Emmy for The Daily Show.
What a waste! Scowling, Stephen now held the award as if it was made of slugs.
This day sucked.
(Stephen has found his item and is annoyed, in pain, and dressed weirdly! Come say hi? :D)