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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 5, 2013 21:02:03 GMT
He let Winnie support his weight, though eventually the stinging pain ebbed enough that he slipped his arm from around her and walked beside her instead. He wasn't one to be anxious, but he couldn't help casting nervous glances at Winnie, though to his relief she didn't pry. She probably had a lot of questions that would come up eventually. But he wouldn't mind if things stayed like this, familiar and quiet; which was unusual because the only time Angel sought quiet was when he was hungover. Typically his nights consisted of wandering up and down the winding streets of the south, ducking into motels and cars. He wasn't about to say that. He could have pulled a few more tricks tonight, but he didn't think he could do it now that he'd run into a reminder of before all of this. "Home." He answered, noticing Winnie seemed uneasy. Understandably - it was dangerous here, and though Angel wasn't immune he was accustomed to it. He didn't think much of risk and consequence. He drank and he fucked and not much else. "But it's kind of a shithole." Angel added. He could take her to his apartment, but it was cramped and dirty and there wasn't much to do. He kept his clothes there, and almost everything else he found elsewhere. "Were you headed somewhere on this beautiful night?" |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 5:26:48 GMT
"I...is your home close by?" It would be embarrassing to outright say that she had no idea which way her house was and that she needed a place to go. She doubted she could handle walking back to her place with only a vague idea of where it was. "My place is a shithole too honestly." A teenager who had a part-time paying job and was living away from home really didn't have the option of living in luxury. She stood looking around, trying to tell if she had been around there before. Maybe she had made a delivery in this area? She just couldn't tell right now, nothing seemed familiar. With a deep breath she turned to face him slowly and smiled nervously. "I don't know where the hell I am."ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 7, 2013 5:36:55 GMT
"Uh," He paused, adjusted his shirt as he glanced around, really looked around to see where they were. He didn't pay much mind to street names, and he glanced around at the landmarks, eyes lighting up when he recognized where they were. "Kinda." Angel tilted his head. "Kinda far." He clarified, before turning back to Winnie. There was a sort of comfort in knowing they were both in the same shithole apartment boat. At least he didn't have any reason to feel any worse about what he was doing. It was fine, they were both poor. Angel hadn't fucked up that grandly, he wasn't doing especially badly. "Why are you out here?" He asked, not quite thinking the question through before he asked it. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2013 19:24:23 GMT
Well shit. Kinda far was no where close and unless someone had internet and google maps, she had no idea where her apartment was. The idea of wandering around to find her place didn't seem appealing either so she sighed mostly to herself. "I don't know actually... I think I was walking?" There was no particular reason she was out here. Now that she was with Angel and out of the alley she honestly forgot what the hell she was doing. "I could ask the same to you though?" Her eyes looked him up and down and she wanted to ask what exactly he was doing in that alley. But she didn't, she had more common sense. Where she was from, people had their reasons and it was rude and nosy to delve too deep when they weren't open to talking about it. That was of course, if you weren't close with the person. She quickly dismissed her question with another. "I guess me crashing your place isn't an option, what now?"ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 20, 2013 18:42:11 GMT
Walking around this part of town, at this time of night, was questionable. Dubious things happened. Angel partook in activities of varying dubiousness, so when Winnie turned the question around, he just linked his fingers behind his back, averted his eyes to the signs on the buildings that lined the dank streets around them. He could feel Winnie looking at him, and he wondered if she had put it together yet. Angel might have been stupid, but that didn't mean all his friends were. He shrugged. His wandering eyes found a sputtering sign of an all-night diner. It looked greasy and filthy and empty and so it was just the place for him. Angel nodded in its direction. He could feel paper pressed against his skin, and he smiled. "My treat." |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 7:15:33 GMT
Her stomach growled before she could refuse and she nodded sheepishly. "Saying no to free food would be blasphemy." She followed him to the run down diner, not bothered by it. From all her days on the streets, she knew this wasn't as bad as they could find. "Do you think they have milkshakes?" Winnie really wanted one right now, if they didn't she could settle for coffee. "What are you getting Mr. Skin n bones? Looks like you could use some protein." ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Oct 31, 2013 0:46:50 GMT
It wasn't fine dining, but it was what they were both used to, the bell over the door ringing as they stepped into the stuffy warmth and yellow fluorescents of the diner. It was the sort of lighting that made his complexion sallow and gave his hair a fake shine. "Probably," He led the way to the corner booth, sliding onto the ripped vinyl. Angel wrinkled his nose at the skin and bones comment – he had gained weight since Nevada had begun insisting he eat more, that he eat healthy food. "Hey. I look great." He muttered. |
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