It's like the puppy you find and take home...
WHO: Kimmy and Feliks
WHEN: November 21, afternoon
WHERE: The mall ‘Feliks’ temporary home’
WHAT: Unlikely hero stumbles upon confused and desperate.
Everything had spiraled out of control. The way he viewed it that is.
The cable, the water, the lights, the internet, and then Feliks had fled. It had been too dark, too quiet in there and he was still being plagued by dreams of hurting people out of desperation and being targeted, accused. Yeah, it had been much too dark. He’d found he couldn’t bring himself to bug Toris with this, even though he’d stared at his number for hours, and didn’t feel he could handle being rejected anywhere else at the moment. So, he’d left what he’d called home, trudging through the snow falling around him and muttering curses to it the more miserable it made him, and found himself outside the one place he was always certain to find.
Though, the mall proved a very unwelcoming place of residence, but Feliks had made nice with most of the people that worked there over the time and the clothing stores thought he made a good model for their store even if he was just loitering around. But, this way of living was not on Feliks’ level of comfort and a day of it had quickly turned him into not looking like the fashionably and well put together boy that he usually was.
So, lounging out on one of the display mattresses just inside one of the stores, and glaring at his cell trying to will it back into working, was the best form of comfort he could find at the moment, though the salesmen glaring at him in the distance was probably going to put an end to that soon...
WHEN: November 21, afternoon
WHERE: The mall ‘Feliks’ temporary home’
WHAT: Unlikely hero stumbles upon confused and desperate.
Everything had spiraled out of control. The way he viewed it that is.
The cable, the water, the lights, the internet, and then Feliks had fled. It had been too dark, too quiet in there and he was still being plagued by dreams of hurting people out of desperation and being targeted, accused. Yeah, it had been much too dark. He’d found he couldn’t bring himself to bug Toris with this, even though he’d stared at his number for hours, and didn’t feel he could handle being rejected anywhere else at the moment. So, he’d left what he’d called home, trudging through the snow falling around him and muttering curses to it the more miserable it made him, and found himself outside the one place he was always certain to find.
Though, the mall proved a very unwelcoming place of residence, but Feliks had made nice with most of the people that worked there over the time and the clothing stores thought he made a good model for their store even if he was just loitering around. But, this way of living was not on Feliks’ level of comfort and a day of it had quickly turned him into not looking like the fashionably and well put together boy that he usually was.
So, lounging out on one of the display mattresses just inside one of the stores, and glaring at his cell trying to will it back into working, was the best form of comfort he could find at the moment, though the salesmen glaring at him in the distance was probably going to put an end to that soon...