Pereza really did not want to write an RP sample.
He sat, staring at the screen, his head slowly lolling until it rested on his chest. His body slowly leaned forward as he drifted off to sleep, until his head hit his computer with a resounding thud. With a sigh, Pereza raised his head again, absentmindedly rubbing the sore part of his head. I could be doing a lot of things rather than this, he thought. Like sleeping. Nobody gets enough sleep these days anyway. He was seriously considering taking his pre-nap nap and then coming back to this, but the Primera had made it very clear that he wanted the RP sample done by tonight, and no later than that.
Pereza remembered when he could rest as much as he wanted, wandering in the Abyssal Plains and eating any hollow who came upon him. No worries, no responsibilities: just peace and quiet. But then the Primera had come and offered him more power. Pereza remembered having the faint gleam of interest deep within him, and it was often fanned by the Primera, who had to continually teach Pereza and even force him to complete the transformation until Pereza finally tore off his mask, though it seemed at times that the Primera would force it off himself. Since then, Pereza has been constantly ordered around. I hope more people come. That way, they can do the work while I get some rest.
However, Pereza could hardly stop now. He had just finished typed in his name, so he was making good progress. Maybe this could get productive, Pereza humorously thought to himself. He quietly shook his head, smiling slightly as his fingers hovered over the keyboard, pondering over what letter to use next. Sure enough, Pereza barely got much farther than that, finding almost every conceivable way to stall and distract himself as much as possible. If the Primera wanted the sample so badly, he'd have to work for it.
Pereza stifled a yawn and looked the time, and reacted with bored surprise when he saw that 2 hours had already passed. Huh. Time flies too fast. Or at least that's how people have made it to be. What's so special about time anyway? It's only used as a way to tell people they're late for one thing or another. What Pereza really hated was deadlines, and this one was no different. However, he had one remedy for anger and stress: sleep. If he had to deal with the Primera in the morning, then so be it. He could not bring himself to continue typing. "Screw the Primera," Pereza muttered, closing down his computer and promptly going to his bed, falling asleep in mere seconds.
Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:26 am by 
