Audition for Will Turner -- Auditioning

He yawned, rolling over from his stomach to his side. He'd been surprised he hadn't smothered himself earlier. He had been laying flat down on his stomach, his face smushed in the pillow and now he realized it'd been difficult to breathe like that, not to add uncomfortable. At the time it'd been nice though, you know how sometimes it is when you're sleeping and you switch positions and at the time it's nice but when you wake up and get up and you have kinks in your neck and your back hurts and other random aches and pains you realize maybe it wasn't as comfortable and good as you'd thought. Or when you rolled around and laid a different way and you start realizng that this was much better, the one before had been horrible and you didn't see why you'd thought it good at all, or how you'd stayed still and actually slept like that either without killing yourself or just sitting there awake. Now was one of those times. He had rolled over to his side, curling up in a little ball practically after he'd switched positions and gotten situated, after he'd streched of course too. If what he had done could've been considered a strech, it was sort of just a strech of his arms above his head, not even bothering to open his eyes before he rolled over.

Shoot that'd been uncomfortable earlier, he didn't see how he'd ever found that comfortable. Hopefully he'd been sleeping when he'd gotten sitautated so horribly flat on his stomach, becuase then he'd at least have an excuse for picking such a horrid position to sleep in. If he'd been awake it wouldn't have made him look very bright, or smart for that matter which was one of the least things he probably wanted. Not like anyone was really here to see or anything but either way, he couldn't help but wonder, had he been alright? Maybe he'd been drunk or something, he never knew. He didn't really do that much kind of that stuff but he never knew, he couldn't exactly remember what he'd done before going to bed last night. He had either been really tired or he'd been drunk, he couldn't think of any other answer. He was guessing it was most likely that he had been really tired, after all holding the job he did one often got tired alot, and he'd probably been working a whole bunch, and when not working out and about, or spending time with Elizabeth. Who really knew what he'd been doing and frankly at the moment he didn't care, he just wanted to go back to sleep, he was so tired.

With another roll he turned over to his other side, laid there for maybe a couple of seconds before he rolled again, this time to his back followed by an exhasperated and frusturated sigh. Opening his eyes he blinked, staring up at the cieling before his hands rose, skuttling out of the comforting warmth of the sheets to rub his eyes. Looks like he wouldn't be getting any more sleep today, which was probably good, he had things to do, business to attend to. Or at least he hoped he did, he wasn't sure what he'd do otherwise. He could always do stuff with Elizabeth but right now he wasn't sure where she was. Outstreching one arm to reach over to where she usually slept, by his side only to find nothing there but empty matress and lonely sheets. She must've gotten up eralier, or maybe it was really late and he'd slept in.

With one final strech, this one where he streched his whole body out, like a cat at first then streching his legs and body as if he wanted to grow taller or something before he yawned again, rolling over this time only to sit up on the edge of the bed, blinking at the bright light streaming in through the window, the strands of sunny rays sneaking in to dance across the floor and those in the room. He shook his head, and with a quick shiver at the change in temperature, from the nice warmth under the cover to the cold bite of the air outside of the cacoon of heat he'd made himself in the bed, he rose to his feet only to turn again to pull the tossled and messy sheets back again where they belonged, he couldn't go leave the room with the bed unmade like that, or at least not even attempted to look somewhat decent. With that finished he turned again, direction of his walk to that of the dresser to get some clothes.

He picked out whatever his digits touched first. This time it happened to be a clean white shirt, slightly dressy but casual at the same time, with a pair of black slacks and a brown shirt to go over the white one. He put these all on with a fair amount of effiency, how could one not put on clothes well, even if he was still slightly groggy from sleeping but putting on clothes was such an old task, after doing it everyday almost for his 25 years things sort of became easy like this, as putting on clothes was probably easy for everyone. Digits swiftly buttoned up the black coat he'd got, trundeling on over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room. He nodded, pulling his jacket down straighter, smoothing out some wrinkles here and there but otherwise he thought he'd picked a good choice for attire this morning, or afternoon whatever it was, he hadn't looked outside yet. Hands then went to raise to his hair, streaming through the brown mess, trying to at least make it look somewhat presentable. Good enough, it would never be perfect he knew, it never was but it looked good enough, better then usually he must've admitted. With another nod, as if silently letting himself know he was ready for the day he turned away from the mirror, only to walk to the window this time and peer out.

Well it certainly looked like a nice day outside, or so he hoped at least. It was October, and therefor fairly cold but even October days could be good. He specifically enjoyed October mornings, just after the sun had rose and it was still slightly nippy and chilly, that was nice, it was always good for a good walk and time to think, get some fresh air and what not, clear your head of all worries and just let loose and relax. The afternoons weren't nessecarily his favorites, it would either get a bit to hot then and muggy or it'd be way to cold, so cold it'd be uncomfortable to go out in, although it wouldn't stop him but still, probably wasn't his most favorite times of the day. Nights and the evenings. He liked those too. Exciting things happened at night, it was so peaceful and calming, serene and just wonderful. At least he thought so, then again there wasn't alot of stuff that he didn't think that anyways. With a smile he turned again, away from the window to pick up his gait again, this time only to propell him to the door of the room, one hand extended to reach out and grasp the door handle, pulling it open as he stepped out, closing it behind him silently before his little sauntering waltz of a walk that was his gait was taken up again, this time propelling him down the hall, destination not quite known but going just the same. It gave it some excitement this way not knowing, not having thought about what he was going to do, and we all knew that excitement was never shunned from him, bring on the adventure and fun, he'd take it all with a smile, of course Elizabeth at his side.

He had trundled on down the stairs following his little waltz down the hall, a content smile etched itself across his features, orbs darting about searching for something to do or anyone he knew. Ah, there she was. His wife, Elizabeth. His smile widened as his eyes fell on her, lingering on her as he reached the bottom of the stairs, gait taking him to her side only to wrap one arm about her form, pulling her closer to he only to place a fond gentle kiss on her cheek, gaze instantly locking upon her's. Well looks like he'd figured out what he was doing now, he'd spend some time with her, unless she was busy, and if she had things to do then he'd go back to not knowing. Either way was good with him.