Post by Johnse Elison Dixon on Sept 12, 2012 11:12:57 GMT -5
What I’ve seen might air supply your hard rock spine,
[/color]I’ve lived long enough to see some good friends die.
It’s a dangerous time to be a friend of mine,[/color]
I’m on the bad side of 25.[/color]
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There were days when he wondered how his life had taken turns like it had. How did he end up being a creature hunter staying up all night, sleeping most of the day? How did he end up basically an orphan over night with no real closure? He didn't know what to think, but he knew he was alone. He knew he would have to get a job if he ever wanted to make it in the world. At least he was over 16, and that was really all one needed to be able to get a decent job. He could wait tables, right? He wasn't incapable. He just had to find one, and he had to find one quick. He didn't want to be a hobo, or even sadly lose his spot in the seedy hotel he currently lived in.
So, tonight he was out and about looking for a job, and some places sounded promising. He would be a busboy most likely, but that's fine with him. He could care less about what he was doing so long as he was making some money. And, speaking of money, he had a few dollars in his pocket and was starving, so he decided to stop into a diner he had passed while walking around. He just wanted something to eat before he fell asleep for the night. Maybe some coffee too so he could get around for a bit longer. He pushed the door and looked around, a few people glancing up as he entered. He dropped his head, and he sat at the counter, so he wouldn't take up a table.
He ordered a coffee and a ham sandwich. He drummed his feet against the seat he sat at as he waited. He looked up, and around. He didn't really know what to look at, and he just wanted to eat and go. But then, at the same time, he knew he needed to patrol. But, patrolling seemed a bad idea alone. He needed to find other people he felt comfortable enough to start getting out again with. He wasn't going to be able to stop what he was raised to do just because he was alone. He just couldn't, it felt like a insult to his father's memory.
His thoughts were broken as a sandwich was put in front of him, and he smiled at the older woman who served him. "Thank you." He said with a gentle voice, and she smiled back with a nod. He picked up one section of the sandwich, still glancing around as he started to eat. He looked like he was being nosy, he was just curious. He never could keep his eyes still, but as he started to eat too fast and almost choke himself, he decided he should stop staring at others and look back at his food.
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