[size=6pt]fc;;Dave Franco[/size]
I was only 18,but I was still living on my own.Living in alleyways and on park benches.I stole necessities from small stores and even found money on the ground,when I was lucky enough.I was just your common thief,gangster,whatever you call 'em.No one ever payed attention to me,but I was cool with that.I,some people think,talk a bit weird for a thief,or a gangster.Most people would think I'm a dumb,stupid moron who didn't know how to talk...correctly.Obviously I can talk just fine,as you can plainly see,or hear.So who is the moron now,hmm?Ha ha...I find it funny how people think other people are so stupid because they talk differently.Those people have no idea what those other people are talking about,so guess who the dumb one is now?Those people.
I'm not a dumb ass,that's for sure,but I am an idiot.Why I call myself an idiot?Well,because I followed my feet,that's why.They ran out of that comfy,warm home before anyone could say anything,and took me out to this place.No that I'm complaining about the fresh air and-Oh,wait,I don't have freedom.Yes,I could go anywhere I wanted,but is that such a great thing?You have to steal to stay alive,and fight for your life out on the streets.It sucks very much.Never,ever think that your life is so horrible that you need to run away,because if you do you're an idiot.Don't be an idiot,is all I have to say.Don't be like me.
I,at the moment,was sitting at a curb,on the edge of a sidewalk.My hands were loosely folded between my legs as my eyes flickered to the dark,beautiful night sky,to the very few people who were walking around.Not many people were brave enough to walk out at night around here,especially right before midnight.I thought night was the best time of any day,even if it was drizzling or even pouring.All the better it would be if it was raining.I just love the rain,and water period.I always have and always will,even though it ruins my sleep,sometimes.And my clothes.I,unlike many people who were...scared of thunder storms,would stand out in the rain,the thunder and the lightning,and take in the scent of ozone and let the water droplets splash on my face.I loved it.It refreshed me unlike those stupid sprinklers and pools and water bottles.Rain was just,somehow,better than any other water.
I let out a sigh as I fiddled with my thumbs,just looking around.I got so bored so easily.I had to be doing something every minute,every second,but life on the streets is just horrible.You get bored when you aren't fighting or stealing,and that's just terrible.Wanting to fight and wanting to steal...That's just being iron-hearted.And nobody likes someone with an iron heart.Well,I shouldn't say nobody,because there are some very peculiar people out there.You know what I'm sayin'?
I yawned silently,so I wouldn't capture any attention from the ones who were walking out on the sidewalks.You'd be surprised at how many people would turn to look at you if you just dropped a penny,or yawned or gave money to a random stranger.But no one cares if you do something big like pickpocket or forcefully take a girl's shirt off.Nobody cares about that,and I mean nobody.I,personally,think that is just sad.People only care when someone does a good thing,but nobody gives a shit if someone does something bad.What is happening to this world?It's just so fucked up it ain't even funny,anymore.Actually,it was never funny.Not to me,at least.You know how many people would sit there and laugh if someone was laying in the road dying?Almost everyone out here would.They'd sit on the sidewalk eating popcorn and watch the person die,just laughing hysterically.That's why you should never be an idiot.Ever.
I know what you're thinking.You're thinking 'How could anyone ever do that?That's just so mean and fucked up.' Guess what?It is fucked up,very,it's just that no one gives a fuck.No one.Not out in this town,at least.There are very,very few people who actually do.Maybe one or two,but that it,in this city.If you ask me,that's just cold.It's demonic,sadistic,if you will.Now,I'm not saying that I would give a crap if my father were the one in the road dying.Hell,I'd try to make him die even faster!But if it was just some poor,innocent person,I'd help that person.And everyone in this goddamn city would shout and yell at me to leave that poor guy alone.Obviously I wouldn't listen,but the people here are just so tough and...Scary.People call me scary!I'm scary?Ha ha!Yeah...Right...
I watched as people walked by,a frown plastered on my now pale face.My skin used to be creamy,and even pretty,if you ask me.Now it's just as white as snow.There are dark semicircles under my eyes and sometimes I'll steal a pack of cigarettes from a random stranger just because I'm so addicted to them.I think it'll make me feel so much better.Ha...I'm such an idiot.
As I looked around,one guy caught my attention.He looked too pretty to be out here alone,which made me think.What in the hell is this precious creature doing out here,at night,in this town,all alone.I would have thought that he'd be walking with someone,at least.He could get jumped by a gang and...I really don't want to think about that.I raised an eyebrow,my eyes glued on him.Don't even ask why I called him pretty and precious.You already know the answer to that question.
ooc;;
So...There really isn't a plot,here,just that you are the guy that he called 'pretty' and 'precious.' We'll just go with the flow.Also,as the title says,please be advanced,meaning at least 10 sentences per post,though I do understand low muse.Thank you!