~ Asterisks (*) will appear before words that I'll explain at the end of the entry. If I fail to explain one, please tell me.
~ (') Are thoughts when used like quotation marks. Ex. 'Gotta get home soon.' No other character hears it.
~ (`) Will be used to denote whispers.
~ Double Asterisks (*.......*) Will occur around sentences that I feel need an explaination. again this will occur at the end.
Cain
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'Twill write when the cat lets me. *he's on my lap making it impossible to type quickly*
Finally....he left. ^^ Now to pic up where I left the story....
Somehow he slipped in just as the news came on. "Hey! You gonna buy? 'Crap!' "Look, I just want to see the weather. After that, I'll go." Bernie, irrate as usual, was ready to have Cain out. He'd come here before, but Bernie only remembers regular payers and pretty women. (Not that those women really want to remember a heavy set man that wore a dirty apron, pants that really shouldn't be that sickening brown, and a receding hairline swept into a pathetice excuse for a comb-over.) "Beat it pal. You don't buy. You don't stay." Bernie scowled as he jerked his thumb in the general directon of the door while he flipped to sports.
"Leave him alone Bernie. Hey. Come here." A young woman, who looked simlar to himself in age. Cain was still a bit worried though. People in this city rarely helped you out for free. In fact, most kept away from you all together if you were an unknown, a nobody like him. Reluctantly, he walked over, nervously looking around him as eyes poured over his ever feature. She turned her computer in his direction and called Bernie over as Cain poured his eyes over the information. `What do you want Marie?` She was pretty, but she talked back to him all the time. Why would he like her? `You want some food for him?` If Bernie sounded mad before, he certainly wasn't now. It was more amix of digust and surprise. (Which is fairly comical on his pig like face, torn between the two.) `Well,yes.` This astounded Cain. No one volunteered help. Not in this city. "That's...that's okay. I just needed the weather." 'Time to get out before I get stuck with some job.' He was already inching towards the door. 'Only 20ft to go.' "Hey. Just stay. You look like you could use a meal." He was then struck with her vibrant blue eyes and fair skin that stood in startling contrast to her shiny, soot black hair. Dressed in a cream turtle-neck over light blue jeans and a light blue coat over the back of her chair, she could--and did--stun his senses. He isolated himself from people, being so close to one like her was almost physically painful. "Marie, he's a nobody. Forget him." Bernie's temper was beginning to show. He hated *"nobodies" and he hated working. (even though it was his bar.) Cain merely sat there, waiting to be dismissed. Knowing it would have to come. "Look, you're getting paid right?"
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Explainations:
*nobodies: If I haven't explained before. Homeless.
 Tsume Rokaro · Mon Jul 02, 2007 @ 05:54pm · 2 Comments |
