The Seedy Streets of Fandom, Sunday
It had been a rainy night; it always was. The sun was up now, Gershwin supposed, though you'd never know it. No light ever got shed on these streets.
Gershwin hadn't had a lot of light in his life lately. What he had were bills in his pocket that needed paying; a sick little brother ate through cash fast.
The darkness couldn't last forever, though. He had names, he had dates. He had descriptions of faces. A few photos, a bit of eyewitnessing, and the light would shine on Fandom like never before. He would finally get his big break, maybe a job at a nice, cushy paper, and his troubles would be over.
All he had to do was get it all together.
[OOC: Open post for all your needed street-wandering! Also open to any attempted murderating of the Intrepid Reporter!]
Gershwin hadn't had a lot of light in his life lately. What he had were bills in his pocket that needed paying; a sick little brother ate through cash fast.
The darkness couldn't last forever, though. He had names, he had dates. He had descriptions of faces. A few photos, a bit of eyewitnessing, and the light would shine on Fandom like never before. He would finally get his big break, maybe a job at a nice, cushy paper, and his troubles would be over.
All he had to do was get it all together.
[OOC: Open post for all your needed street-wandering! Also open to any attempted murderating of the Intrepid Reporter!]