Post by francis kyle jacobs on Jun 19, 2008 13:38:31 GMT -5
Frankie made his way into the Burger King, shoving open the door and standing in line. He leaned back against the rail as he scanned the menu. He wasn't in the mood for a burger today. He decided on the chicken fries. When it was finally his turn to order, he subconsciously pushed his hair out of his eyes as he told the guy what he wanted. It didn't take too long, hence "fast" food. He took his chicken fries, and his French fries, and his mountain dew, and went to sit down at an empty table. His sharp blue eyes drifted to the window as he gazed outside, occasionally dipping his chicken in barbecue sauce and munching quietly on his food or taking a sip of his sugary green beverage.
He was bored... which was usually not good for the general public because he tended to get hyper when he bored and go crazy. But at the moment he was just enjoying his food, gazing thoughtfully out the window and thinking about things he could possibly do that day. He had a show to play later that evening but it was only lunch time and he had several hours to burn. First stop was usually always food. It was a rare time when Frankie Jacobs was not somewhat hungry... he was kind of a pig... but nobody really cared... He had an excuse. He was a rockstar. Thats what he told everyone anyways, when he was joking around. He wasn't that concieted or anything. Just hungry... and usually hyper
