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londoncallingrpg2017-01-17 09:21 pm
pixiesweat) wrote in londoncallingrpg2017-01-17 09:21 pm
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It was a regular day for Manuel. In other words, he had nowhere to be, nothing to do, and no motivation to do anything other than wander around aimlessly.
The anniversary of his sister’s death had come and gone. The emotional turmoil had faded away, but he felt curiously flat, like it had taken the rest of his emotions with it.
He’d had a quick breakfast before he left his flat, but hadn’t even thought about eating anything since then. He didn’t know how long it had been. He wasn’t keeping track of time. He barely felt hungry, and more importantly, he didn’t care.
He walked around, considered stealing something from a convenience store he passed, just because he could, but there wasn’t anything appealing enough to be stolen even for no reason. Eventually he came to a bench, sat, and watched traffic passing by until it was making him feel irritable instead of just empty.
He stood, and that was when the lack of food finally caught up with him. The sudden change in position made his head swim, and he staggered just enough to put himself in the path of someone who’d been about to walk by.
“Sorry,” he said, once his head had cleared enough for him to realise what had happened.
The anniversary of his sister’s death had come and gone. The emotional turmoil had faded away, but he felt curiously flat, like it had taken the rest of his emotions with it.
He’d had a quick breakfast before he left his flat, but hadn’t even thought about eating anything since then. He didn’t know how long it had been. He wasn’t keeping track of time. He barely felt hungry, and more importantly, he didn’t care.
He walked around, considered stealing something from a convenience store he passed, just because he could, but there wasn’t anything appealing enough to be stolen even for no reason. Eventually he came to a bench, sat, and watched traffic passing by until it was making him feel irritable instead of just empty.
He stood, and that was when the lack of food finally caught up with him. The sudden change in position made his head swim, and he staggered just enough to put himself in the path of someone who’d been about to walk by.
“Sorry,” he said, once his head had cleared enough for him to realise what had happened.
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He hesitated for just a moment. "I know a few purebloods who live in the city, but I haven't seen another changeling in ages."
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"It's not a big deal," he said, though he looked guilty anyway. "I mean it's not anything to do with changelings. It's just... personal stuff... that I had with some people."
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Manuel stopped, too, and met her eyes as he said, "I used to work for a guy. None of what we did was legal. It went bad."
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