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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Apr 10, 2010 13:16:11 GMT -5
Chicago was... well, frankly it was different. The lights, the sounds, the building, the food, the people. Everything. You come from a sheep farm to a place like this, well, let’s just say it is a complete turn around. Instead of fluff covered mammals to talk to all day there was actually people, and rude ones at that. You beauty clear sky was now hidden behind buildings, and it seemed to almost always have clouds. Fresh air was now tainted with cigarette smoke. Birds singing and crickets chirping are no longer herd, only the honk of horns and curses flying from peoples lips. It was like everything was upside down.
This was Damian's perspective anyways. He hated this city. Hated it with a fiery passion. He didn't understand it. Why would people want to live here? There was really nothing to look forward to. He had been perfectly happy in his little town back home. He knew everyone’s name, and everyone got along perfectly. Hell, the whole had been like a family. A small little inbred community. And going from that to this? Well, it was pretty devastating.
There was one soul good thing about this place. The Electric Krayon. He loved to draw, and he loved the ink, so naturally his attention took him there. He got a job, not a very well paying one, but a job none the less. He got to work with people he liked, and the people that came in were usually pretty cool. For being downtown it wasn't all that bad. And if Dame ever did get mixed up in some kind of trouble, he knew the guys back at the shop would have his back. He really didn't fit in too well, acting like a giant child and all, but they still loved him. He was the small, little guy, while they were all big and buff, covered in tattoos. Dame still hadn't gotten one yet, he just didn't know what put on him, so he figured he would wait it out.
Right now he was just walking the streets, bored out of his mind. Hands were crammed into the front pockets of his skinny jeans, hair eating his face. His eyes looking around at the buildings, constantly reading what they were and looking in the windows. He had just gotten his first pay check, so why not go and blow it? Wasn't like he was saving up for anything. He already had everything he wanted. It was just a good sounding idea at the time to go buy a ton of shit. So somewhere with cheap things was really what he was looking for. He wanted a ton of useless knick knacks. It wasn't long before he found the perfect spot either.
Dull eyes gazed into the large window of a pawn shop, a smile on his face. A bell rang as he opened the door, eyes immediately looking up at it. He hated those, but wasn't really going to think bout it much. He strolled in, and immediately started looking around. He really was just waiting for something to catch his eye, his interest. But so far, all he was seeing was old and antique looking things.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Apr 10, 2010 13:40:50 GMT -5
It was such a glorious day outside in the Windy City. The smog covered the blue sky as it also hid behind countless buildings. Oh how she missed Samara, Russia. A young girl sat on a stool behind the counter of a pawn shop. Great job. All she had to do was sit there for six or seven hours and count money. Rarely did she have to speak to the annoying city folk. Chocolate eyes looked down at the glass counter, her fingers soon drumming against it. Clink clink. The sound made a childish smile press to her lips.
In the background you could hear the soft murmur of a radio in the back room. She had popped in one of her favorite CDs in hopes of it keeping her company. No one had even come into the pawn shop. She wasn't even sure why she was here. The young girl picked up a hand, fixing her red hair. Her chocolate brown eyes blinked a few times, looking down at the crap under the glass. "Who would want this shit anyways?" She grumbled, placing her face into her arms.
The little ding from the bell made her head snap up. Nastya quickly sat up, letting out a little cough. She just hoped he hadn't noticed her lagging or else she was screwed. Sure, the owners of the place liked her. They never got any complaints, but they never got any compliments about her either. She was just...there. Eyes were glued to the boy who had walked in. Of course she didnt' mean to gawk at him, it just sorta happened without much thought. She pried her eyes away from him, looking back down at the glass.
A thin body slid from the stool, quickly walking into the backroom, shutting off the radio. Delicate hands searched through her bag, quickly grabbing her water bottle. She slipped back to her spot, climbing back up on her stoop. The cap was twisted off the bottle, and it was soon pressed to her lips, the clear and refreshing liquid trickling down her throat. She pulled the bottle away, putting the cap back on and setting it in her lap.
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