Suffering builds character! [open]
Sleeping on the floor sucked. That's all he had to say about that.
Long days wandering around town familiarizing oneself with the neighborhood could be fun, although in this case it wasn't, not when it was cold out and the neighborhood was pretty sleezy and the bus route was something like half a mile away from the apartment complex. It sucked that he had to walk so far just to get transportation, but at least his bus pass still had some time left on it.
Scoping town had been... interesting. Thrift store, porn shop, something that looked like a book store down a dark alley, bar, pawn shop, bar, another bar, tattoo parlor, another bar, people selling shit out of the back of their cars - yes, home sweet home. Not too appealing for anything more than barely-minimum wage jobs, if they were even hiring, although the gas station/food store/pit stop/whatever it was by the bus stop had a 'help wanted' sign. The sign looked like it had been there for ages, though, so who the hell knew if they actually were hiring. There was a nice park nearby though, nicer than he would have expected; that had been a nice change of scenery.
And the thrift store had a futon for sale, wonder of all wonders, especially considering they were so damn expensive new (though he wasn't sure he wanted to know who died on it before it got put in a thrift store). He'd have a damn sight better chance getting that up the stairs than a full size mattress but... he'd rather have the money right now. Since all he had was a whole $75 to last him until his check came to pay the rent. Maybe he'd go back and get it later. Or just keep sleeping on the floor.
The temperature turned from cold to stuffy just inside the door to the apartment complex, going from bright and sunshiney to a kind of dim yellow-bulb lighting that glinted off the old mailbox slots and door plates. He eyed the stairs with distaste - his leg agreeing that it had been a long day's walk, why did he have to immediately climb two stories? - and considered just... going back out side and sitting on the stoop for a while. For a smoke. Even if it was cold outside.
Why no, he didn't have a penchant of laziness, why do you ask?
Long days wandering around town familiarizing oneself with the neighborhood could be fun, although in this case it wasn't, not when it was cold out and the neighborhood was pretty sleezy and the bus route was something like half a mile away from the apartment complex. It sucked that he had to walk so far just to get transportation, but at least his bus pass still had some time left on it.
Scoping town had been... interesting. Thrift store, porn shop, something that looked like a book store down a dark alley, bar, pawn shop, bar, another bar, tattoo parlor, another bar, people selling shit out of the back of their cars - yes, home sweet home. Not too appealing for anything more than barely-minimum wage jobs, if they were even hiring, although the gas station/food store/pit stop/whatever it was by the bus stop had a 'help wanted' sign. The sign looked like it had been there for ages, though, so who the hell knew if they actually were hiring. There was a nice park nearby though, nicer than he would have expected; that had been a nice change of scenery.
And the thrift store had a futon for sale, wonder of all wonders, especially considering they were so damn expensive new (though he wasn't sure he wanted to know who died on it before it got put in a thrift store). He'd have a damn sight better chance getting that up the stairs than a full size mattress but... he'd rather have the money right now. Since all he had was a whole $75 to last him until his check came to pay the rent. Maybe he'd go back and get it later. Or just keep sleeping on the floor.
The temperature turned from cold to stuffy just inside the door to the apartment complex, going from bright and sunshiney to a kind of dim yellow-bulb lighting that glinted off the old mailbox slots and door plates. He eyed the stairs with distaste - his leg agreeing that it had been a long day's walk, why did he have to immediately climb two stories? - and considered just... going back out side and sitting on the stoop for a while. For a smoke. Even if it was cold outside.
Why no, he didn't have a penchant of laziness, why do you ask?