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milliways_bar
Kevin found himself at the door of 'his' apartment building. He blinked, rubbing at his eyes. Too bright, --but he'd been outside while walking home from work. Why was the sunlight suddenly bothering him?
He muttered angrily, and set down the toolkit he carried to yank at the door. Great. Like I don't have enough to worry about.
Still, his vision cleared quickly. He had an odd feeling of there's something I should have done as he tugged the door open. What, though?
He'd done his job at the garage. It wasn't as if he had unfinished homework anymore; not here.
He retrieved his toolkit and--plastic bag? from the pavement.
When did I go shopping? Crap. What'd I do, hit my head or something?
Mutant Town wasn't a place where you could stand around and figure stuff out, not unless you wanted to get mugged. He walked in, shoving the door shut. It screeched as he put his shoulder
into it.
'On three'..."
He paused, confused. No. No one was there.
Why did he think there should be?
Oh lovely. Just what I need, to start acting like a homesick brat. No. I came here to be by
myself. Fuck that noise.
The rooms were dark, dingy, splattered with mud and half-dried puddles of liquid better not looked at too closely. The building, not to put too fine a point on it, was officially abandoned. It should've been torn down months ago, but no one rushed to enforce city building codes here.
They probably figured it was good enough for the current residents, and didn't want to risk offending the "freaks". It was no use, even now, trying to explain to JoeBlow Normal that not every mutant could blow up half a city just by sneezing. Most of the Town district's inhabitants had all they could do to get through the day. The majority of them couldn't pass for human at all, mundane jobs were out of the question, and their human families didn't want jack to do with them.
They did, as a result, tend to look after each other. No one else would.
A faint shuffling noise from one of the hallways ahead made him pause. He smiled, seeing a familiar face, that of the old woman who lived in one of the basement rooms. She was quiet, rarely coming out to talk to anyone. Kevin offered a quiet "hi", not moving closer.
"...You've got food," she said abruptly, glancing at the bag in his hand.
His eyes narrowed a fraction, but he nodded, digging through the bag's contents. "Soup, coffee, some canned stuff. Enough for two, if you're hungry." And he wished he could remember where the hell it came from, where he'd been...
but wrack his memory as hard as he could, the memories stayed just out of reach.
Kevin found himself at the door of 'his' apartment building. He blinked, rubbing at his eyes. Too bright, --but he'd been outside while walking home from work. Why was the sunlight suddenly bothering him?
He muttered angrily, and set down the toolkit he carried to yank at the door. Great. Like I don't have enough to worry about.
Still, his vision cleared quickly. He had an odd feeling of there's something I should have done as he tugged the door open. What, though?
He'd done his job at the garage. It wasn't as if he had unfinished homework anymore; not here.
He retrieved his toolkit and--plastic bag? from the pavement.
When did I go shopping? Crap. What'd I do, hit my head or something?
Mutant Town wasn't a place where you could stand around and figure stuff out, not unless you wanted to get mugged. He walked in, shoving the door shut. It screeched as he put his shoulder
into it.
'On three'..."
He paused, confused. No. No one was there.
Why did he think there should be?
Oh lovely. Just what I need, to start acting like a homesick brat. No. I came here to be by
myself. Fuck that noise.
The rooms were dark, dingy, splattered with mud and half-dried puddles of liquid better not looked at too closely. The building, not to put too fine a point on it, was officially abandoned. It should've been torn down months ago, but no one rushed to enforce city building codes here.
They probably figured it was good enough for the current residents, and didn't want to risk offending the "freaks". It was no use, even now, trying to explain to JoeBlow Normal that not every mutant could blow up half a city just by sneezing. Most of the Town district's inhabitants had all they could do to get through the day. The majority of them couldn't pass for human at all, mundane jobs were out of the question, and their human families didn't want jack to do with them.
They did, as a result, tend to look after each other. No one else would.
A faint shuffling noise from one of the hallways ahead made him pause. He smiled, seeing a familiar face, that of the old woman who lived in one of the basement rooms. She was quiet, rarely coming out to talk to anyone. Kevin offered a quiet "hi", not moving closer.
"...You've got food," she said abruptly, glancing at the bag in his hand.
His eyes narrowed a fraction, but he nodded, digging through the bag's contents. "Soup, coffee, some canned stuff. Enough for two, if you're hungry." And he wished he could remember where the hell it came from, where he'd been...
but wrack his memory as hard as he could, the memories stayed just out of reach.