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[emoing]

After living in the heart of New York City for a mere two days, I have discovered an interesting fact. There is such a thing as "rich hobos

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[pyro_zuko]

((ooc: I know he's in no position to be checking this but....I CAN'T RESIST. XD))

Didn't I tell you to rob a hobo? I SO TOLD YOU. Hah. They're tricky bastards.

[emoing]

((OOC: AHAHAHfjh. And true stories damnit. ;___; I gave him my very last piece of change! *angsts quietly*))

No kidding. Now I'm tempted to club and pocket these bastards instead of ignoring them on the streets.

[pyro_zuko]

((ooc: From living in NYC for so many years I've stopped caring. The only time I give them something is if I see a mother with a baby and it's obvious they're doing terribly.))

See, if it's an obviously starving person, where you can see their bones and shit, of course I'll give them something. But when they're just dirty...Hell, I could go roll around in the dirt and I'd look like a hobo.

[emoing]

((OOC: Saem. Oh god, the saem. I mean, these days? I give a donation to an actual establishment. Not to panhandlers, or anyone. At least you know its actually GOING to where it needs to go, you know?))

I think I'm at fault there. He reeked of aftershave and I was just looking at his filthy appearance.

No matter. I have a new mission to track this bastard down and rob him.

[pyro_zuko]

((ooc: I donate clothes and stuff to church groups and food drives. Only places I send money to are illness/diability/animal rights organizations. XD I don't trust people on the stret either.))

Steal his car, then sell it.

...

I'm sad now. I'm stuck back at home and Katara has my car. Hope she didn't crash it...

[emoing]

((OOC: Pfft. And its sad, because I actually can tell fakers from really needy people after all the years that I've lived in Dallas. However the fakers are too good.))

Definitely a plan. After I rob and beat him to the brink of death, I will.

... Are you doing okay? I read Ginny's entries, so... I don't know what's going on. But I hope its not too bad.

[pyro_zuko]

((ooc: I like the ones who pretend to be blind and then you turn around and see them texting on a phone. XD ))

Brilliant plan. Bastard should get what's coming to him.

...Eh, honestly? I've been loads better, but this isn't the worst thing ever. It's not really something to talk about here though. If you'd pop on one of the IM things I could tell you about it there. I forgot my home gets no cell reception.

[emoing]

((OOC: I have one for you. This woman, looking absolutely miserable, perches herself at a Walgreens, asking for change to get gas. She's giving me a sob story about "my child and I are stranded, we live two cities away, blah blah." So I give her a dollar.

Damnit to- that same woman speeds off and I find her and her child dining at an Olive Garden in the same get-up. D|))

Ah. I think I have you added, so I'll ping you in a bit.

[pyro_zuko]

((ooc: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: I feel for you, man. WTF. People are retarded and lame. They give the real poor, homeless, suffering people a bad image. ))

Alright then.

[emoing]

((OOC: No kidding. ;____; And the thing is- I'm WAY too nice, so I end up falling for the REALLY good acting. Ah, well. DX))

... Bychance, are you "Hugbox Whore?"

[pyro_zuko]

((ooc: Awwww ♥ Oh, the price for being nice. ;-; ))

...Yes, how'd you know? *sarcasm* No. Sounds like a chick. Mine's a bit more obvious because I fucking suck at thinking up names for these things. I think I have it on my profile btw

[emoing]

((OOC: Yes. ;_______;))

... You know I can't be bothered to look at shit like that. But fine.