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Post by Amos Artan on Apr 3, 2010 13:53:04 GMT -7
Sitting on the hood of his car Amos watches the world around him. Afte the engine troubles he had with his car the last time he left it alone he isn't willing to risk anything this time round. So that he didn't have to leave the car alone in the streets Amos had bought his food before parking his car in the street and is now sitting on the the edge of the hood holding a box of noodles eating it with cheap plastic chopsticks. He'd be sitting outside but here he can get a better view of his surroundings and keep an eye out for anyone approaching his car... also the hot noodle packet is warming his hands, though this time he is better dressed for the cold compared to the last few times he'd been out; at least now he'd remembered to wear a coat thick enough to keep him warm. Why was he out in the cold anyway? Just to get some cheap chines food? Well perhaps since his cooking is less than fantastic. But Amos has also been trying to get out of the house more often, it's doing him no good to be cooped up in his apartment all night as soon as he's finished work and not comming out again until work the next day. Only downside to been out like this are his weak joints, the cold air always plays havock on his knees and back. Tonight he has also remembered to take his pain killers out of the car. Putting the noodles down on the car hood he takes out the small white bottle and empties a few white pills from it, looks at them then quickly downs them. Damn things never work fast enough.Quickly he picks the noodles back up, his fingers already getting cold. * CAR |
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Post by Bobby De Grossi on Apr 5, 2010 21:10:59 GMT -7
A yawn managed to escape her lips, no matter how much she tried to keep it in, as she stepped onto the street. It was an absolutely perfect day to be going for a walk with not a care in the world, and most importantly, not a vampire in sight. Those people just gave her the chills, the dead should be just that. Dead. Then Bo had that feeling again, that feeling that she was just going to yawn again. She didn’t know why she seemed to be so tired, oh wait, yes she did. It was because she was trying to catch some shut-eye last night in a public restroom. Honestly she was going to have to find herself a job soon, or a millionaire, before her sleep was damaged any further. Suppressing a yawn was pretty much pointless, but she figured that pretty much everyone did it.
Somewhere in between the time that she was giddy about the thoughts of no vampires, she found herself walking into China Town. Right, because that was the perfect place to avoid those blood sucking bastards, She scolded herself, tempted to laugh at her own stupidity. A rather unforgiving gust of wind blew past her which reminded her to add something else to that shopping list of hers. One; warmer coat, Two; a bed, Three;… maybe a pillow, she loved those things. First of all, she was going to get the hell out of China Town, why she even walked over there she didn’t even know. However it did make her wonder about what public bathroom she was sleeping in, and why nobody decided to kick her out. Maybe they were planning on devouring her blood because she was so close to vamp-land?
Walking, walking, and still walking. Pause. Something caught Bobby’s eye for a moment, there was a guy that was eating Chinese food on top of his car. That poor car, he shouldn’t be eating food on the thing! A small sigh escaped her lips as he refrained herself from hanging her head in shame, some people just didn’t know how to respect such a beautiful piece of technology. For now, she just had to evaluate the situation. Caucasian male somewhere in his early 20’s, on a scale of one to ten possibly a high eight if he did something with his hair, eating take-out noodles so he was most likely single. Stereotypes haven’t failed her yet, so the current mission, approach. Hopefully he was one of those ‘nice guys’ that would take a little pity on the homeless girl.
First however she had to check him out a little closer, to make sure he wasn’t a vampire, further inspection would have to be conducted about that werewolf factor. Bo stepped forward hesitantly for a moment, pausing as if she was expecting him to turn around and hiss with a pair of eight inch fangs, before she noted that she definitely saw skin pigment. Moral of the story, all systems go. ”So what’cha doin’ in this side of town? Paying too much respects for the dead that just ain’t quite dead enough?” Was the first thing that she managed to get out of her mouth, she was never the kind of person to think about what she was going to say. All she knew was that if she was going to attempt to gold dig a little bit she should direct any suspicion towards the jackpot.
Now at this point she didn’t know what she was supposed to say. ”Damn you are seriously one good smelling person.” Definitely not a werewolf, they probably smelled like dog if they forgot to shower. On that note, she should mooch off some of that running water from someone, opposed to just using the public pool open swim and the soap in the public bathrooms. Bobby just usually smelled like dirt, chlorine, or smoke and she didn’t even like cigarettes. Maybe she should just listen to what this person had to say, test the waters, see how he reacts to being confronted by a hobo woman. Hopefully she didn’t look like a hobo at all, or this guy was maybe a little retarded so she wouldn’t have to worry about being sneaky. In that case though, she would have to deal with a stupid person and she just doesn’t have the patience for that.
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Post by Amos Artan on Apr 22, 2010 18:03:32 GMT -7
”So what’cha doin’ in this side of town? Paying too much respects for the dead that just ain’t quite dead enough?”
He looks up at her slowly, noodles dangling from the utensil in his hand. "Well I thought I'd get out of the house and get something to eat and frankly I didn't really feel like forking out for an expensive meal that I'm probably not going to like anyway and is going to cost me an arm and a leg so I came out here to find some nice cheap take away, nice and cheap". His job did give Amos enough money to go out and splurge on some good food but he'd never been one for spending large amounts of money in himself when it came to food it just seemed like a waste to him. If he were with someoen else and paying for the meal then sure why not. "As the for 'dead' that are around here I do wish they'd be a little bit more quiet. I've got my dislike towards vampires as does pretty much everyone in this city".
Amost glances down at the chinese food carton in his hand then back at Bobby and holds it out to her. "You want it? Trust me it's not poisoned or anything, I just don't feel like eating it anymore so you can have it if you like and if you're looking for something to eat". she did look a little bit raggedy; her clothes could be a little neater, same with her hair so Amos could only come to the conclusion that Bobby hasn't been in that well of a spot recently in life, least he can do to help her out is give her some food to keep her going.
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