I'm becoming considerably bored. Not the normal, "I need to get out and do something" kind of bored. More of the,"I need to get out and ruin someones life" kind of bored.
This get up is getting old. Pretending to be an actor, ugh. I hate this. Yes, I've been messing with people here and there, but I need a bigger challenge. It's been years, so long since my last big chase.
I think I need to start looking. It's like finding a job application, also boring. Until you find that one job, it's so... what would you call it... exciting.
I walk over to my table, a nice warm cup of tea in my hand.
In the other, a news paper. I pull the seat out from the table, my mind oddly blank for someone like me. Probably the effect of my boredom.
I sat, sighing news paper made a muffled noise as I placed it on the table. Straightening it out, I then placed my mug next to the carefully organized breakfast.
Nice, fluffy eggs (Sunny side up, so the eggs didn't mix with the other foods), pancakes, and a freshly baked muffin from the bakery down the road.
The lady working there was too nice for my liking, but then again, the character I created for myself seemed to attract nicer people. What a bother.
I reached out to grab the maple syrup, the bottle covered with the sticky liquid.
Taking the bottle between the tips of my finger so I didn't get any of the substance on the palm of my hand, I tipped it over and poured it onto my pancakes.
I grabbed my neatly placed fork and on the opposite side of my plate my fork, I cut a small piece off of the pancake and put it into my mouth. The sweet taste of the syrup slowly spread over my tongue as I chewed.
Small details like this were, sadly, all that kept me company in my time of boredom. These little games I played, trying to see how much detail I could put into one small and simple movement.
It was all the fun I could muster. Tricking people was also fun, but they were just regular, old people that were so easily tricked. It's like playing with a doll that can't move or think for itself. Pathetic.
After about twenty minutes of sipping my tea and taking bite after bite of the breakfast set before me, I picked up the newspaper I had set on the right side next to the plate.
Upon opening it, I noticed the large amount of crimes and crime doers who had been caught. Odd I thought to myself This is quite interesting. I scanned the paper for a name.
The one responsible for all these solved crimes. To my delight and surprise, A name did seem to pop out. Sherlock Holmes. I smiled, laughed a little, then placed down the paper.
The boredom that had been plaguing me for so long suddenly slipped away.
I stood up, gathering all my utensils onto the plate. Picking it up with one hand, I reached down and grasped the mug with my other.
The warmth left by the tea had left the mug, making the handle quite colder. Straightening back up, I walked over to the dish washer I so carefully clean every day.
With my foot, annoying as it is, I pulled open the door of the machine. I placed the plate on the counter over the dishwasher and took the fork and knife off of it.
Putting them both in their slots on the side, I took the plate from the counter and set it in the bottom section of the dishwasher.
I then put the mug that I had been holding onto the top section of the washer and pushed the dish holders back into the machine. Standing up straight, I closed the washer back up and walked over to my work room.
The house I currently live in is quite large. It consists of a bedroom which I sleep in, a guestroom that I use as a work room, two bathrooms one connected to the work room and the other connected to my bedroom. There was also a thick wall disconnecting the living room and the dinning room, and the kitchen only separated by a long bar. The house was two stories high. The second story of the building had a larger living room.
It contained a large flat screen T.V with a couch that curved into a U like shape. In the middle of the living room there was a rectangular coffee table. There were stacks of book and older newspapers piled on the table and a few cup holders that I was so careful about using. All the stacks or books and papers were neatly straightened out and placed side by side.
The living room on the bottom floor of my house was smaller. It only had a small couch that was pushed up against the south wall separating this room and the kitchen.
There was a short coffee table right in front of the couch that had my laptop on it, charging so I could get onto it at any given moment.
There was a lamp next to the couch on the right side and on the north wall of the living room, I had plans and ideas written on sticky notes.
The colors always seemed to help me focus and not become bored with the process of plotting ways to torture or even kill my victim. I stood in front of this wall now, taking a small detour.
Reaching up I began to happily tear down the older notes from my previous chase. I could tell this one was going to be quite fun. I continued to rip and tear at the notes, throwing them to the ground.
After the wall was completely bare, I gathered up all the notes and threw them quickly into the trashcan. I turned to the direction of my workroom.
Starting on the east wall of the living room was a considerably long hallway. At the very end of the hallway was where my room was located.
I walked down the hallway, listening to the tap of my feet against the wooden floor. Being so wrapped up in this sound, I almost didn't realize I was reaching the end of the hallway.
Before I hit the wall at the end of the corridor, I lifted my head up and quickly turned right. As I opened the door, a rush of air burst through.
I breathed in, letting the aroma of the beautiful wild flowers that surrounded the apartment rush into my nose and circulate through my body. In this room, I always kept the windows wide open.
The air seemed to keep my mind focused on the task at hand. It made me think clearly about everything. It was better then sitting outside, getting attacked by the millions of bugs that roamed the outdoors.
They annoyed me more then people did. I sat down at the desk placed on the south end of the room. It faced the windows as to make the smell and the air blow right towards me.
The desk was also quite large, taking up all of the wall I was currently facing. I had three large HD monitors lined up in a curve, all hooked to one computer that I had situated under the desk.
Reaching under my desk, I pushed the power button on the computer. All the screens blared to life, displaying the same company logo. Let's see how good you really are, Sherlock Holmes.