Repeating History [Matthew/whoever else]
Aug 18, 2013 7:48:55 GMT -5
Post by killz4food on Aug 18, 2013 7:48:55 GMT -5
Jonathan Lasten
Jonathan had walked out of the man's house, thanking him for the hospitality he had provided for the shut out and told him that if he ever needed anything, he should just give the man a call. It wasn't uncommon for one of the local mine workers to let Jonathan stay in their house. He worked for shelter, since his father's care was less then suffice for any living soul, including his own. Jonathan nodded politely and left for...
He wasn't exactly sure where he was going. Maybe he would go to the park today. Or maybe he could find a little cubby between some bushes. Maybe even hang out in one of the little run down shacks behind some of the more industrial buildings in District 2. Or maybe even pick up on some of his Career training. Go for a jog. Do something other then run into his father.
God, his father. The thought of that man's wickedness made him shudder. It wasn't that it was a shudder of fear, well not mostly, but a shudder of vileness, like something evil and cold and sinister had just touched your spine. When his father was drunk or even occasionally high, that was how he was, maybe even worse. There was no telling what that man would do. Since his mother died he was completely unstable and one hundred percent unpredictable. It was a tragedy. He was some what of a good man before his mother passed. Now he was unbearable, a menace to society even.
He made up his mind, jogging in place for a second in front of the miner man's house. After a few seconds of a quick warm up he took off at a moderate jog, leaving the man's house behind. He had fed him and given him a nice cup of juice before he left. He was ready to take on the day.
Or maybe not...
But as the day went on the sun drew down, closing off the world to all light. He knew that soon he would have to find shelter and he wasn't ready to take on the chance with his father. He knew that the kind-hearted man who had sheltered him last night would gladly offer his service again, but that seemed to burdensome. He knew of a family though, a father who owned an engineering firm and a troublemaking son, that let him crash inside his home a night or two in exchange for food and cleaning in the morning. He would have to make do with that. And so he turned and he headed not-so-home bound.
Jonathan Lasten
[/size][/color]Of District 2
[/color][/size]Jonathan had walked out of the man's house, thanking him for the hospitality he had provided for the shut out and told him that if he ever needed anything, he should just give the man a call. It wasn't uncommon for one of the local mine workers to let Jonathan stay in their house. He worked for shelter, since his father's care was less then suffice for any living soul, including his own. Jonathan nodded politely and left for...
He wasn't exactly sure where he was going. Maybe he would go to the park today. Or maybe he could find a little cubby between some bushes. Maybe even hang out in one of the little run down shacks behind some of the more industrial buildings in District 2. Or maybe even pick up on some of his Career training. Go for a jog. Do something other then run into his father.
God, his father. The thought of that man's wickedness made him shudder. It wasn't that it was a shudder of fear, well not mostly, but a shudder of vileness, like something evil and cold and sinister had just touched your spine. When his father was drunk or even occasionally high, that was how he was, maybe even worse. There was no telling what that man would do. Since his mother died he was completely unstable and one hundred percent unpredictable. It was a tragedy. He was some what of a good man before his mother passed. Now he was unbearable, a menace to society even.
He made up his mind, jogging in place for a second in front of the miner man's house. After a few seconds of a quick warm up he took off at a moderate jog, leaving the man's house behind. He had fed him and given him a nice cup of juice before he left. He was ready to take on the day.
Or maybe not...
But as the day went on the sun drew down, closing off the world to all light. He knew that soon he would have to find shelter and he wasn't ready to take on the chance with his father. He knew that the kind-hearted man who had sheltered him last night would gladly offer his service again, but that seemed to burdensome. He knew of a family though, a father who owned an engineering firm and a troublemaking son, that let him crash inside his home a night or two in exchange for food and cleaning in the morning. He would have to make do with that. And so he turned and he headed not-so-home bound.
