Post by Dr. Shiloh Webb on Feb 18, 2009 9:25:15 GMT -5
(OOC: I have no clue where I'm going to go with this, but I think I need to show Dr. Webb some more lovin'.)
More often than not, Shiloh found himself wondering why he managed to get all of the slow, tragically dull days in the week off. As usual, he somehow managed to get the chance to be off during the worst hours of Monday to be out of work. You know, the time where it seems that everybody and their mother is off doing either their own careers, shopping for something, or just "staying in". Oh, how he hated that hour! It was exactly what lead the Princeton Commons to be as empty as the young doctor had ever seen it. About all there was was a few punks skipping school, a couple little old ladies having their own fun, a few other people who seemed to be the "average joe" type and thus earned no classification from the onlooker at all, and, of course, the terribly bored Shiloh Webb.
He curled his lip into a childish pout at the situation before him. His creative mind whirled and twirled, but it was just the type of people there that perturbed him. Sure, he was used to drawing attention to himself to almost anyone at the hospital, but he didn't want to bug the poor old folks or get the hormone driven attention of the sketchy looking teens. Well, this sucked. He finally settled for sitting down on a wooden bench and throwing his various bags from various stores beside him. Slumping back into the support of the seat, he stared up into the perfectly blue sky for a moment. A finger tapped against the coffee cup in his hand. The scene was far too casual for Shiloh's liking.
Everything about this scene bothered him except for what clothing he had chosen for his day "out on the town". It was the usual Webb style, but then again that's why he liked it. A baggy pair of old, ratty jeans, a light blue t-shirt that proudly pronounced that he was on "Team Jacob" ,(Yes. He wasn't afraid of admitting that he had read Twilight and liked it.) a gray fedora ,(Which was one of his favorites too.) and an old pair of tennis sneakers were enough of a fashion statement for him. He raised a large hand to rub at the tiny hairs left on his chin that he had ignored this morning and a brilliant smile crossed his lips. At least there was that. And that was how he rolled. Whatever little details there were that helped his cause was enough to brighten up the moment. Anything to avoid those pesky inner thoughts of his.
With a sigh, Shiloh leaned back forward and shoved a hand into his pocket. If he was trying to relax before taking another shot at having some fun, he was missing something. Aha. Found it. Out came a blue I-pod Nano and its accompanying ear buds. The already bright smile illuminated even more. If Shiloh had to pick one true love in life, it would be his music. There was no hesitation in putting those buds in and tapping on the wheel to start exactly where he had left off last time. "So shine the light on all your friends. When it all amounts to nothing in the end." The familiar song brought the lyrics almost involuntarily to his lips. It started as mere lip syncing, but in the end his own smooth voice had begun to accompany it. The volume of his own voice didn't matter to him at all, even in public, as long as it was the I-pod's that overpowered it.
"I won't worry my life away." Bliss.
More often than not, Shiloh found himself wondering why he managed to get all of the slow, tragically dull days in the week off. As usual, he somehow managed to get the chance to be off during the worst hours of Monday to be out of work. You know, the time where it seems that everybody and their mother is off doing either their own careers, shopping for something, or just "staying in". Oh, how he hated that hour! It was exactly what lead the Princeton Commons to be as empty as the young doctor had ever seen it. About all there was was a few punks skipping school, a couple little old ladies having their own fun, a few other people who seemed to be the "average joe" type and thus earned no classification from the onlooker at all, and, of course, the terribly bored Shiloh Webb.
He curled his lip into a childish pout at the situation before him. His creative mind whirled and twirled, but it was just the type of people there that perturbed him. Sure, he was used to drawing attention to himself to almost anyone at the hospital, but he didn't want to bug the poor old folks or get the hormone driven attention of the sketchy looking teens. Well, this sucked. He finally settled for sitting down on a wooden bench and throwing his various bags from various stores beside him. Slumping back into the support of the seat, he stared up into the perfectly blue sky for a moment. A finger tapped against the coffee cup in his hand. The scene was far too casual for Shiloh's liking.
Everything about this scene bothered him except for what clothing he had chosen for his day "out on the town". It was the usual Webb style, but then again that's why he liked it. A baggy pair of old, ratty jeans, a light blue t-shirt that proudly pronounced that he was on "Team Jacob" ,(Yes. He wasn't afraid of admitting that he had read Twilight and liked it.) a gray fedora ,(Which was one of his favorites too.) and an old pair of tennis sneakers were enough of a fashion statement for him. He raised a large hand to rub at the tiny hairs left on his chin that he had ignored this morning and a brilliant smile crossed his lips. At least there was that. And that was how he rolled. Whatever little details there were that helped his cause was enough to brighten up the moment. Anything to avoid those pesky inner thoughts of his.
With a sigh, Shiloh leaned back forward and shoved a hand into his pocket. If he was trying to relax before taking another shot at having some fun, he was missing something. Aha. Found it. Out came a blue I-pod Nano and its accompanying ear buds. The already bright smile illuminated even more. If Shiloh had to pick one true love in life, it would be his music. There was no hesitation in putting those buds in and tapping on the wheel to start exactly where he had left off last time. "So shine the light on all your friends. When it all amounts to nothing in the end." The familiar song brought the lyrics almost involuntarily to his lips. It started as mere lip syncing, but in the end his own smooth voice had begun to accompany it. The volume of his own voice didn't matter to him at all, even in public, as long as it was the I-pod's that overpowered it.
"I won't worry my life away." Bliss.
