I've been living in apartment 87 of Wilshire for 5 months now. I still don't know anyone in this building. This place, this town is so scary giving me second thoughts about leaving my abode. All I've done so far everyday is eat and watch TV. That lifestyle has caused me to put on at least 20 pounds.
Today I'm going to change it all though. I'm going to start looking for a job while I'm at it. It's time to brave it all. And to lose some weight while I'm at it too. That last part is a bonus.
Ahh light so bright! The glare is on my glasses and is burnin' my eyes!....Ahh I'm used to it now. In that case, it's time to get my jog on.
*Pant Pant Pant*
Twelve feet and I'm exhausted already....a new record...
I don't recognize my surroundings though...D&D....No way, a Dungeons & Dragons apparel store! I have been needing to upgrade my 87th level Javelin Elf!
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While crossing part of the street that was especially slick from the ice frozen overnight, Macy kept her eyes focused downwards in order to pick her way carefully. "Ooof," she exclaimed as her face smacked into a large pile of blubber. Or at least that's what it felt like. Macy looked up into the face of a very large man. As she examined his droopy cheeks and inset eyes, the man rather reminded Macy of one of the species her friends had introduced her to while she was aboard their spaceship, one they called "gluk," who were known for their large gravitational force.
ReplyDelete"S'cuse me," the man muttered, wattling on his way.
Macy said nothing.
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ReplyDeleteI sleep longer than usual today. I wake up at what I think is around 8 pm. I'm practically frozen. I'm covered in ice and snow. I really have no idea how I am alive. I bottle of liquor in my hand and packet of smokes in the other. I don't really know how I got here, but I'm lying behind Precinct 315. Even though I know these boys in blue won't do anything, it's still a good idea to get out of earshot from the precinct. It is a government building and if I've learned one thing from Gregory, it's stay away from the feds. I seem to have misplaced my body billboard. I think I'll go look for it.
ReplyDeleteUgh. I should've slept longer, I can't even stay on the sidewalk.
I take back my previous statement as I start to drink the bottle of liquor in my left hand.
As I walk past Wilshire Tower and stumble along looking for my missing sign, the power goes out. At first I think it's the government looking for me, So I quick dive into the nearby alley. I realize that it's just a power outage from someone in the tower yelling "NOOOOOOO MY TELEVISION...MY INFINITE SOURCE OF POWER!" "MY LIFE IS OVER AS WE SPEAK!" I know that voice, it's my long time neighbor Jeb.
I search and search. I drink and drink. I stumble and fall a few times. I still can't find that damnable sign. I could make a new one, but that would involve going into my likely to bugged apartment. I think I've been wandering too long. It feels like forever.
Before I know it it's midnight. Because of my drunkenness, I end up stumbling into the street. As I start to get up, I notice headlights, and odd occurrence on the streets of this dilapidated town. It seems to be driving way too slowly. As I start to wonder, Gergory comes out of nowhere, runs towards me screaming, "IT'S THEM IT'S THEM! RUN! DO SOMETHING! DON'T LET THEM SEE YOU!" Without questioning Gregory's statements, I run as fast as my body will let me. The alcohol seems like it was a bad idea. As I stumble while running, the alcohol in my stomach is sloshing around. I know that feeling, I feel a heave coming on. As I fall to my knees, I release the contents of my stomach all over the ground.
I stand up and remember that taking main roads while being chased isn't the smartest thing to do. I sprint towards the parking lot of the Royal Motel. I hide in the bushes and watch intently as the gray van dawdle by.
"You're safe, for now" Gregory says as he randomly appears.
I sigh a few breaths of relief, dust all of the snow and ice I have accrewed since my journey began. I've been out since 8 and I'm just starting to feel cold. As I start to head back to Shanty Town, a white blur in the distance catches my eye. I walk under the underpass, and see my beloved sign. "Under the underpass?" I ask myself, what an awkward place for one of my prized possessions to be.
There has to be some story behind this.
Rain ruins everything. Communities of green fuzzy mold overwhelm the red umbrella. Most people stay inside when it rains. Freezing rain especially keeps the sidewalks clear. Mr. Takuya however was one of the few wandering around during this particular downpour. New to town, Mr. Takuya had no where to go but the dingy wet streets. Despite their dirty appearance, the streets were comforting to Mr. Takuya...these streets held secrets. These streets were the only ones that knew what actually happened in this eerie town.
ReplyDeleteMr. Takuya was used to sleeping on sidewalks and under awnings with just his cart to shelter him. However the constant and dark drizzle made it difficult for him to stay dry, even with the umbrella above him. When Mr. Takuya awoke, the drizzle continued. The morning weather conditions upset him, yet Mr. Takuya decided to push on because he never knew who would be wandering about looking for something to eat on days like today.
Warm smoke danced out from under the umbrella, embracing the cold drizzle. The sweet smell of Mr. Takuya's red bean cakes and baked sweet potatoes engulfed every inch of sidewalk the little cart was pushed down. Mr. Takuya pushed his cart down the sidewalk, keeping his head pointed at the ground looking up only ever so often to make sure his path remained straight. As he turned onto Mercy Road, a large figure caught his attention. He parked his cart on the edge of the sidewalk, in front of Wilshire Tower. Mr. Takuya parked his cart in hopes that this man would buy a snack, not that he really needed one. In fact, Mr. Takuya wasn't even sure the sidewalk was big enough for both cart and the man. As the man came nearer, Mr. Takuya's palms became clammy, not from the rain but from nerves. Before ducking into the apartment building, the man stops. Pointing his nose towards the sky, he smells the air. Such a savory aroma, the sweet dough of red bean cake and slightly burnt sweet potato skin enter his nostrils.
"Hey! Whaddya think you're doing? How am I supposed to lose weight with you and that damn cart filling the street corner with such delicious smells?"
Startled by the man's sudden outburst, Mr. Takuya fumbles over his words...
"My name Mr. Takuya."
"Well look Mr. Takuya, what are you selling from this cart of yours. If it isn't good, well shit. You're wasting my time, level 88 awaits me. Takuya...what a strange name."
"Try satsuma. It sweet potato. Rearry good on cold day like to day."
And with that, Mr. Takuya handed the man a satsuma, baked sweet potato, and continued on his way.
"Uh. Thanks. Wait, you want some money or something for this thing?!"
Mr. Takuya didn't listen to the man yelling after him. The streets were calling him and he wanted to hear what they had to say.
So now I'm at this boring job. I don't even know why there is a laundry mat in this rundown town, since it seems like no one wears clean clothes anyway.
ReplyDeleteSitting hear, I decide to draw what I see outside the laundry mat window. I see Mr.Takuya walking this big rat looking thing, and begin to doodle. There is something not right about that guy. Who has a big rat as a pet. And why is he walking right now anyway. It is brick cold outside and raining.
Anyway...Mr.Takuya's image is gone, and now there is this dreary, depressing feeling outside. It is 12 noon and I begin to grow hungry. I know no one will come to wash clothes, so I decide to take my lunch, and instead of returning to work, I'll just go to the butcher shop, pick me up some of that crappy meat and call it a day.
I hate going into the butcher shop. Dave, that nasty son of a gun, always tries something with anything that walks....Especially when he is drunk. His shop doesn't even smell like meat. It smells like sex and alcohol.
UGHHHH...I guess I have to deal with it if I want to eat. Hopefully he is sober.
On my way to Styx Meat, I see this guy. I have never seen him before but for some reason he attracts me. Not because he is hot or anything, Probably because of how out of place he looks. He looks like he has no clue about his surroundings. He's just walking with his head low near D&D. He probably doesn't know what the store is, since he seems really interested. For some reason when I see him, my dad's letter pops into my mind. Maybe he knows him
I'll have to find out.