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Post by Spencer Blackwell on Apr 3, 2016 17:03:27 GMT 2
I was never one for pretenders but everything I tried to be just wouldn't settle in. Five days had passed since that last encounter with Bishop and it was, quite frankly, still on his mind. It was intense for a lot of reasons. Perhaps that was why he enjoyed it so much, who knew. He didn't have a crush, he was just... clingy to everyone. He hated it, but wasn't sure how to move passed it, so he simply accepted it for what it was.
Speaking of acceptance, he was prowling the streets, waiting for a John to call for him. It wasn't a particularly busy night, so the pickings were extra slim, the majority of Johns wanting women, not scrawny, masochistic men. He sighed and gripped the $800 that still sat in his pocket from Bishop. It just added to how weird he felt about it all.
A hand ran through his hair, lungs pushing out a sigh of exhaustion and exasperation. He was about ready to say fuck it and call it a night, but he also wasn't sure where he'd even sleep. Some cop had started patrolling the bark near the Tiger's Den, so squatting there for a nap wasn't much of an option, right now.
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Post by Kaine Yu on Apr 4, 2016 11:33:08 GMT 2
Let's start a riot
Cigarette smoke slowly drifted up into the cool night air, trailing above him like a cloud of sin. He wasn't a very intimidating figure in the dark, being short as he was, but that suited him just fine. Maybe someone would try to jump him, give him something to do while he walked home from the bar. He'd been too bored to drink himself drunk. Why was this city so boring? It was supposed to be home to a big mafia type thing, wasn't it? Maybe he'd just go home and whack off again.
He turned yet another corner (where the fuck did he even live, anyway?), and came across what he could only describe as a prowling man. Not prowling like a tiger waiting to spring on prey, but prowling like a rat waiting for snatch the last crumbs off the table. A thief, maybe? A twitch tugged at the corner of Kaine's lips. Was he tipsy enough to find out? Did it even matter? No.
Kaine flicked his cigarette away and pulled out another from his jacket pocket to put between his lips. Casually, as if he weren't planning to pick a fight, he approached the other man. “Hey, don't suppose you got a light?” he asked once he was a respectable distance away. “Some asshole stole my lighter.”
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Post by Spencer Blackwell on Apr 6, 2016 6:10:51 GMT 2
I was never one for pretenders but everything I tried to be just wouldn't settle in. The man noticed someone of a shorter stature, body language instantly expressing to Spencer that he was intimidating. He didn't expect the man to talk to him at all, but he stopped and requested a light. Only that? Just a lighter? Contemplation contorted his face for a moment, then he reached into his pocket and offered his lighter, approaching but remaining their arm's reach away. Something made him uneasy about this guy.
"I do need it back, though," he said. Hopefully the man wouldn't take it the wrong way. It was just that was his only lighter and he couldn't prep his doses without it. He did find himself craving one of his own tobacco sticks, though, so he'd definitely need the lighter back. He slid one from a half-empty pack and put it between his lips and waited patiently. |
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Post by Kaine Yu on Apr 6, 2016 9:08:57 GMT 2
Let's start a riot
The slight tightening at the corner of his lips grew tighter in the form of a smirk. “Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take the lighter. Cupping his hands to his face to shield the cigarette from any stray gusts of wind, Kaine lit the paper-rolled tobacco. Smoke filled his lungs as he took a drag. Oh man, he should really quit. The shit was addictive.
“So, you out here working? Or you just like hanging out in scummy backwater alleys?” Kaine questioned, holding his hand out with the lighter balanced between two broad fingers. He knew the answer, he wasn't stupid. But the real question was where was the pimp? And, alternatively, how much was he going to be able to get away with?
“Actually, I should be asking what you charge.” The smaller man rolled his shoulders, feeling the sickeningly sweet sense of tension releasing from between joints and fibres of his musculature. “See, I can't pass up the opportunity to uh... get 'acquainted with the neighbourhood'.” And by that, he certainly meant 'get laid'.
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Post by Spencer Blackwell on Apr 6, 2016 9:41:21 GMT 2
I was never one for pretenders but everything I tried to be just wouldn't settle in. The way this man looked at him almost made his skin crawl. Some Johns did that. It was part of the game. Tentatively, he slipped the lighter from the other man's fingers and lit his own cigarette, pocketing the bic as he inhaled a drag and exhaled from his nostrils, eyeing Kaine and trying to size him up. Not for a fight, but to know if there was a reason for flight. His gut clenched, but he decided money was money. But how much money?
"Depends on what you want, honestly," he started, "If you want basic shit, that's only $25. The rougher it gets the higher the price." He chewed on his inner cheek, trying to discretely release his tension. He puffed on the cigarette more, killing it rather quickly. There was no hope for his body anyway, might as well smoke some nicotine, too.
"$500 is anything except the obvious. Stabbing, breaking shit, or putting me out of work, essentially," he explained, his disclaimers lacking, but oh well. He found other things to look at while talking. He only stole glances before he felt his gut scream at him in a panic. Instincts felt something was terribly off, but he chalked it up to not having dosed himself in several hours, waiting for a reply while nonchalantly moseying toward the alley.
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