User:TanukiUgly

Marionette Strings
Elliott sat inside the car as he watched his younger brother, Nick carry his things into his new house. As you can not see, Nick explained to Elli earlier that day that he would move out of their old one which was long since lost it's 'at home feeling'. Elliot looked down at his hands. As if he weren't busy enough, he had to give his brother a ride from his house to school, and later, work. He had twelve different deadlines at 11:59 at night and yet, like the lazy procrastinator he was, he forgot to much work. Taking out a pad and a sheet of paper, Elli began sketching out a rough draft a character from his book series. He couldn't tell whether the character looked good or not as he shook those thoughts away and continued half of his work. He cursed under his breath at the sudden mistake made on his sketch of the main heroine. He began to rummage through his bag in search of an eraser muttering about how terrible he is. Sadly, there was no eraser. He forgot it at work. "Son of a-"

"Mom says cursing is bad y'know," Elli is cut off by Nick who has long since finished unpacking and was watching his older brother and twin be ten seconds to having a mental breakdown over an eraser. His amusement shown on his face. "Screw you," Elliott says sourly at the mean spirited teen. He began to rake his brown,maybe even tanned, skin through his thick and long ebony hair. Tugging on the loose strands and pulling the ends. The red glasses on his face didn't help the visible dark circles under his eyes. Ever since Elliott moved into his house that would soon only inhabitant him, he couldn't sleep well. So he stayed up and worked. This resulted in him getting over time and even getting the respect of the higher ups in his building. "Sorry Elli but, I don't have a screw that's huge as hell in my head,"

Elliott shot him a glare. Nick got in the back of his car and watched as the sceneries changed from building to building, field to field, and acre to acre. The sky would also change. Elliott was so focused on driving he hadn't noticed that Nick fell asleep in the back seats. He felt a little jealous that Nick could sleep peacefully when he had nightmares of the stringed puppets, were the called mary? Mini? Marionettes! That was it. They were creepy. Being able to move by the movement of one's hands and it was almost like they could see you for who you truly were. He inwardly shivered. At the end of his stop, Nick awoken, said his goodbye to his brother slightly fatigued, and left to his college. By this point it was an early 7:53 and he didn't have work for another three hours