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electrumicity) wrote2009-06-21 05:50 pm
electrumicity) wrote2009-06-21 05:50 pm
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Ughhh okay AFTER THIS I'll take less pics.
Lyle the hobo, part 2. More huge pics.
After his failure at the pool, Lyle goes back to the park to eat leftover food.
Tired from his day of attempted suicide, he passes the hell out just mere feet away from the bench.
He makes it over shortly afterwards, but even then, he barely catches any sleep.
So what is there to do now? Go into someone's house and use their bed, of course.
The inhabitants tell him to gtfo, but Lyle's fast asleep and could care less at the time.
The moment he wakes up, he's kicked out, and proceeds to call someone to complain. Maybe it'll make him feel a little better. Also, he truly loves those slippers.
In an attempt to beef up to attract the ladies better, Lyle heads over to the gym to work out. Unfortunately, the treadmill doesn't like him very much.
A PB&J sandwich will make him feel so good, he won't even realize he's reeking yet. But afterwards, the not-so-sweet smell of defeat wafts to his nose.
He misses the rubber ducky he had a child. He wonders if Neil took it with him, wherever the bastard is.
In a better mood after showering, Lyle decides to get his groove on. But no one notices him...
Until a guy in a swimsuit asks him to dance. By now, Lyle's so desperate, he agrees.
Afterwards, he decides to take a trip to the cemetary to check it out. There's a masoleum there--what could be inside? Upon entering it, he notices a hard to see staircase leading downwards into the catacombs. What could possibly go wrong?
Everyone wants a piece of Dylandy hair.
By the time he gets out of the catacombs, scared shitless, Lyle's clothes have been torn to shreds, he's dirtied all over, and his hair is literally standing on end.
But first, sleep.
Unbeknownst to him (right now), the graveyard isn't quite so empty in the middle of the night as one might think...
...and the inhabitants seem to hold grudges from their mortal days.
Lyle wakes up in time to see this, and contemplates his plan of action. Should he run? Are these ghosts vicious? Could he be possessed, or even worse?
The Lyle Dylandy Way of Dealing with Danger: Flirting with it. Literally.
But soon enough, as the sun rises, the woman disappears before his eyes. Was it merely a dream? Lyle sighs and settles himself with this; after all, dreams have been the only place where a woman hasn't really rejected his advances.
With the sun up again, the cemetary echoes with the sound of Lyle's stomach growling. He makes his way back to the park and settles down in the middle of a picnic, hoping everyone else will be too distracted to notice him.
By that night, he's starving again and there's no food left to be found anywhere. It's house crashing time again. He walks into a house by the beach and raids their fridge for ice cream. Sweet, sweet ice cream.
But what is this? Plot twist? A woman who lives in the house is flirting with him! Lyle's so exhausted, though, he wonders once again if he's just seeing things.
No, if he was dreaming, he would have gotten that kiss.
But his ghost woman was merely a dream.
Morning comes, and he's starving and exhausted again. Lyle makes his way to the nearby Goth mansion, where he has an aquaintance. As she cooks waffles, he enjoys the view.
mmmm waffles
It's straight to bed after that. With the woman downstairs, will she notice him taking over the master bedroom of the house?
Apparently so. Lyle's marched right out of the house without so much as half an hour's nap.
Bitter against the world, Lyle raids the garden of the next house he goes to. He doesn't get much other than garlic, though.
But he finally does get some sweet, sweet slumber before he's kicked out.
OKAY srsly after this I'm slowing it down. It's taking way too long to do these posts.
Lyle the hobo, part 2. More huge pics.
After his failure at the pool, Lyle goes back to the park to eat leftover food.
Tired from his day of attempted suicide, he passes the hell out just mere feet away from the bench.
He makes it over shortly afterwards, but even then, he barely catches any sleep.
So what is there to do now? Go into someone's house and use their bed, of course.
The inhabitants tell him to gtfo, but Lyle's fast asleep and could care less at the time.
The moment he wakes up, he's kicked out, and proceeds to call someone to complain. Maybe it'll make him feel a little better. Also, he truly loves those slippers.
In an attempt to beef up to attract the ladies better, Lyle heads over to the gym to work out. Unfortunately, the treadmill doesn't like him very much.
A PB&J sandwich will make him feel so good, he won't even realize he's reeking yet. But afterwards, the not-so-sweet smell of defeat wafts to his nose.
He misses the rubber ducky he had a child. He wonders if Neil took it with him, wherever the bastard is.
In a better mood after showering, Lyle decides to get his groove on. But no one notices him...
Until a guy in a swimsuit asks him to dance. By now, Lyle's so desperate, he agrees.
Afterwards, he decides to take a trip to the cemetary to check it out. There's a masoleum there--what could be inside? Upon entering it, he notices a hard to see staircase leading downwards into the catacombs. What could possibly go wrong?
Everyone wants a piece of Dylandy hair.
By the time he gets out of the catacombs, scared shitless, Lyle's clothes have been torn to shreds, he's dirtied all over, and his hair is literally standing on end.
But first, sleep.
Unbeknownst to him (right now), the graveyard isn't quite so empty in the middle of the night as one might think...
...and the inhabitants seem to hold grudges from their mortal days.
Lyle wakes up in time to see this, and contemplates his plan of action. Should he run? Are these ghosts vicious? Could he be possessed, or even worse?
The Lyle Dylandy Way of Dealing with Danger: Flirting with it. Literally.
But soon enough, as the sun rises, the woman disappears before his eyes. Was it merely a dream? Lyle sighs and settles himself with this; after all, dreams have been the only place where a woman hasn't really rejected his advances.
With the sun up again, the cemetary echoes with the sound of Lyle's stomach growling. He makes his way back to the park and settles down in the middle of a picnic, hoping everyone else will be too distracted to notice him.
By that night, he's starving again and there's no food left to be found anywhere. It's house crashing time again. He walks into a house by the beach and raids their fridge for ice cream. Sweet, sweet ice cream.
But what is this? Plot twist? A woman who lives in the house is flirting with him! Lyle's so exhausted, though, he wonders once again if he's just seeing things.
No, if he was dreaming, he would have gotten that kiss.
But his ghost woman was merely a dream.
Morning comes, and he's starving and exhausted again. Lyle makes his way to the nearby Goth mansion, where he has an aquaintance. As she cooks waffles, he enjoys the view.
mmmm waffles
It's straight to bed after that. With the woman downstairs, will she notice him taking over the master bedroom of the house?
Apparently so. Lyle's marched right out of the house without so much as half an hour's nap.
Bitter against the world, Lyle raids the garden of the next house he goes to. He doesn't get much other than garlic, though.
But he finally does get some sweet, sweet slumber before he's kicked out.
OKAY srsly after this I'm slowing it down. It's taking way too long to do these posts.