[Of course it was bloody raining when he arrived. Like anything else could possibly go wrong.
But then doesn't something else always go wrong?
Like the tiny little detail that James has nowhere to stay, has no idea where to find a place or how to pay for it. He hasn't exactly be introduced to the concept that any free room is his to take. So he's just been wandering - first in an attempt to make himself scarce from the scene of his arrival; second - to get a feel of where he was. And he was very much put off by it.
He'd still maintain the sad little persona of a beaten man, the stitches on his forehead would only arouse the wrong kind of curiosity if he didn't use them upfront.
James had ducked under an awning, with the way the rain was coming down he didn't want to be wet and hurt at the same time if he could avoid it. He'd gotten ahold of an over-sized shirt to wear but he still donned his 'new arrival' trousers. Under the very big woolly sweater were his wings - two black, little pathetic things that had failed to move an inch since he arrived.
Jilly was the first person who had happened past him in over thirty minutes and he wasn't going to pass that up.
He cleared his throat, the sound drowned out from the noise of the rain but - thought that counted. He didn't even have to try to look pathetic.]
[action, morning, March 19]
But then doesn't something else always go wrong?
Like the tiny little detail that James has nowhere to stay, has no idea where to find a place or how to pay for it. He hasn't exactly be introduced to the concept that any free room is his to take. So he's just been wandering - first in an attempt to make himself scarce from the scene of his arrival; second - to get a feel of where he was. And he was very much put off by it.
He'd still maintain the sad little persona of a beaten man, the stitches on his forehead would only arouse the wrong kind of curiosity if he didn't use them upfront.
James had ducked under an awning, with the way the rain was coming down he didn't want to be wet and hurt at the same time if he could avoid it. He'd gotten ahold of an over-sized shirt to wear but he still donned his 'new arrival' trousers. Under the very big woolly sweater were his wings - two black, little pathetic things that had failed to move an inch since he arrived.
Jilly was the first person who had happened past him in over thirty minutes and he wasn't going to pass that up.
He cleared his throat, the sound drowned out from the noise of the rain but - thought that counted. He didn't even have to try to look pathetic.]
Excuse me, miss?