Behind Mooby Land, Monday Night
Leon dug through the dumpster until he found the good stuff -- a few burgers that had been thrown away because the employees messed up an order, salads and fruit cups that had passed their expiration dates, that sort of thing.
He sat down with his back against the dumpster, and double-checked the glass of rum he'd set out to bribe the squirrels. Then, with a sigh of numbed despair, he unwrapped the first burger and tore it in half. Angelo took the offered food gladly, but she whined softly, nudged Leon's arm, and looked at him with big puppy-dog eyes.
Leon shrugged and ran his fingers soothingly through her matted fur. "I know, I know," he told her. "There's better food other places. You want to go to Caritas. But..."
(I don't deserve it.)
"..."
(There will be people there, and I don't want to talk to them.)
"...Whatever. This is what we're having tonight."
(I'm such a horrible dog owner.)
He'd lost track of what day it was. He didn't know how long he'd been on the island. It didn't matter. He'd failed, and that was all there was to it. He'd lost... everything. Now, there was just one day following the next, and all of them sucking. He sighed from the depths of his soul, and looked up at the stars.
[For broadcast to Resistance only. Open like an open parking lot.]
He sat down with his back against the dumpster, and double-checked the glass of rum he'd set out to bribe the squirrels. Then, with a sigh of numbed despair, he unwrapped the first burger and tore it in half. Angelo took the offered food gladly, but she whined softly, nudged Leon's arm, and looked at him with big puppy-dog eyes.
Leon shrugged and ran his fingers soothingly through her matted fur. "I know, I know," he told her. "There's better food other places. You want to go to Caritas. But..."
(I don't deserve it.)
"..."
(There will be people there, and I don't want to talk to them.)
"...Whatever. This is what we're having tonight."
(I'm such a horrible dog owner.)
He'd lost track of what day it was. He didn't know how long he'd been on the island. It didn't matter. He'd failed, and that was all there was to it. He'd lost... everything. Now, there was just one day following the next, and all of them sucking. He sighed from the depths of his soul, and looked up at the stars.
[For broadcast to Resistance only. Open like an open parking lot.]