Sinzen
Junior Member
Nice angle.
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Day off
Jun 21, 2007 15:40:58 GMT -5
Post by Sinzen on Jun 21, 2007 15:40:58 GMT -5
There he stood watching the coffee maker in his boxers, his tribal tattoo visible from head to toe. "Come on you piece of junk, hurry up and make the damn coffee!" He was more tired than usual due to a dream he had, it was a bad one, one about his daughter. "Hmph I thought those had stopped." Instead of waiting he decided to make breakfast a bagel and cream cheese. It wasn't the best but it would have to due. "Ah finally done, it looks like i don't have to turn you into spare parts after all." His name was Sol Sinzen owner and sole employee of "Sinzen's Odd Jobs, Repair, and Trinkets". He did a little bit of everything, a master of trades so to say. After breakfast he showered and put his favorite outfit on, buckled jeans, high collar vest, trench coat, fingerless gloves, steel toe boots, and a pendant he hid under his vest. "Shit what to do, what to do. Hmmm Pleasure District sounds like a good choice, maybe I'll pay Serena a visit...... eh we'll see how it turns out." Sol walked down to the 1st floor of his building the "shop" as he called it. He had no jobs too do so he had planned to take the day off, now if he can get out and lock up before anyone comes in...
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Katness
Full Member
Hell yeah; let's play...
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Day off
Jun 22, 2007 2:01:47 GMT -5
Post by Katness on Jun 22, 2007 2:01:47 GMT -5
((*grins* Sounds like Dante offa the DMC series. XDD Dante VERY drool wortheh. X3))
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Sinzen
Junior Member
Nice angle.
Posts: 52
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Day off
Jun 24, 2007 20:36:50 GMT -5
Post by Sinzen on Jun 24, 2007 20:36:50 GMT -5
"Heh that was easier than I thought, well with my luck." Sol glanced to his right after he had locked up, there sat an old homeless man. He had a hard life you could tell by looking at him, eyes that had seen the ages go by, tough rugged exterior although he had torn old smelly clothes, despite being homeless he was quite intelligent as Sol had figured out while conversing with him at times. "Earl just who i wanted to see, I have a little something for you." A couple days ago there was this cocky bastard giving Earl a hard time giving him the "I'm soooo much better than you" and "why not just die that way we wont have to worry about you people". Sol hated those ignorant bastards always bitching and complaining thinking their shit don't stink, besides Earls not in "good" with the government so he cant get a job when he tries. Last night Sol paid the prick a late night visit and "borrowed" a few things, hey those skills still come in handy. "Here you go bud." He gave him a $100 in small bills and some other "junk" he could pawn off. Earl looked up at him a smile cracking through his dirty Santa like beard "Thanks." He said with a crackly voice. Sol started to walk away Earl yelled out "Hey what do I owe ya?" Sol turned to looking at him walking backwards still going in his original direction. "What you owe me?.....heh just don't spend it on booze get something good to eat with it, thats what you owe me." Sol turned again and began to walk to the Pleasure District.
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