Boredom. I hate the word, I hate the state of being. Granted, I hate a lot of things. But there's one thing I hate more than being bored. And that's being bored of being bored.
I have things I need to do today, but I'm so bored that I don't want to do anything. I roll my eyes and lean back in my chair, glancing toward the door. Sebastian is no doubt going to come and find me soon to tell me what I have to do. He's too thorough. He's not the only one with things to do. I have things to do to… Oh well. I don't want to do anything. But I'm so bored…. I stand up and throw the door open. I'm going. I'm going to the bar down the street. That will be something won't it?
I pull up a seat and order a drink, listening to the conversations around me. Dull. Boring. Predictable. Discussing who they are indeed. No one knows who I am of course. That would be bad. I smile and finish my drink.
I'm.
Just.
So.
Bored!
I can't take it anymore! I kick my stool and slam the door behind me as I storm out. Why does everything have to be so infuriatingly boring? I'll try anything to be rid of this feeling of boredom. Anything. I shuffle down the street, scanning the sides, looking for something, anything to do other than what I'm supposed to. I'm so bored of being bored. I need some attention… And I feel ignored. That's a new feeling for me. I've never needed attention in my entire life before. But.
I'm just so BORED. There! At the end of the street. A big Polish bloke. Oh he looks mean. Maybe he'll knock me about if I mouth off to him a bit… That's better than being bored isn't it? And who knows, being tossed around a bit might make me feel better. I allow a sly smile to grace my lips as I walk up to him, a thousand insults piling up at the back of my mouth. He glances down at me and I immediately flip him off. The response is instantaneous.
And suddenly I'm on my back, a huge grin on my face, and a throbbing pain pulsating through my body. The man stands over me, landing blows whenever he could. And then he tripped over my legs and I was on top of him. Oh it feels so good to hear bones cracking and see blood, even if some of it is my own bones and my own blood. Well. I turn and walk away, smiling. I glance over my shoulder as he gets back up and goes the opposite direction. That did feel good. But I'm bored again. I dust myself off and lean against the wall, pulling out a cigarette. I don't even smoke it halfway before throwing it my silhouette in disgust. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
B.
O.
R.
E.
D.
I sigh again. When did life get so dull? I suppose I should call it a day, unless I can think of something else to do. I don't feel like working today, I don't feel like doing anything. But that's why I'm just so damn bored! For Christ's sake! I kick at the wall. I need help I think.
BORED.
I don't have anything I can do today unless…. Oh. Wait. There is that… I could do that. It would piss Sherlock off surely, but it'd make him dance. I love to watch him dance. That's better than being bored isn't it? Of course it is, don't be silly. I do so enjoy setting these things up. It takes skill, skills that I have.
Oh. I'm not bored now.
Isn't it good?
Author's Note: I was listening to this song by 'The Films' entitled 'Being Bored' and I just saw it as a very Jim thing. And a very Sherlock thing for that matter, but considering Jim is my favourite, and I was sitting down, staring, getting up and walking away for about an hour I decided I should probably just do this.
Mischief Managed
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