Neo was starving. He hadn't eaten in three weeks. THREE! It was crazy but he had gone longer. He was thankful for the torn jeans, tattered shirt and jacket some old lady gave him. He was thirsty but a fountain in a park had provided water. He had scrounged up three dollars on the streets. A dollar in change from trashcans. Sold a dollars worth of recyclables to the recycling plant. He found a quarter on his way to a diner he had heard about. There was slight dirt smudges on his cheeks.
No body odor though...central park had a place he could wash up but finding soap was a tricky thing. Usually involved stealing it from motels or inns when the maids weren't looking. Same thing with the shampoo. Tiny little bars or bottles that he made last for over a month sometimes. Maybe longer if he was lucky. He almost walked into the front door with how hungry he was. Sleep deprivation didn't help any either but oh well. Shaking his head. "That was close." he mumbled to himself.
Pulling open the door he slipped inside. Black circles under his eyes. Soft pale blond strands falling into his face. The only possession he owned was a native american beaded pouch bag full of a variety of nature based seeds. Finding an open seat he waited for a waiter....he couldn't read the menu since he never got to go to school long enough. If he had learned...he didn't remember. He pulled out the $5.25 cents he had and laid it on the counter. Counting it over and over again as his stomach growled loudly.
Last edited by Neo Lancewick on Sun Jan 18, 2015 1:48 pm; edited 2 times in total
No body odor though...central park had a place he could wash up but finding soap was a tricky thing. Usually involved stealing it from motels or inns when the maids weren't looking. Same thing with the shampoo. Tiny little bars or bottles that he made last for over a month sometimes. Maybe longer if he was lucky. He almost walked into the front door with how hungry he was. Sleep deprivation didn't help any either but oh well. Shaking his head. "That was close." he mumbled to himself.
Pulling open the door he slipped inside. Black circles under his eyes. Soft pale blond strands falling into his face. The only possession he owned was a native american beaded pouch bag full of a variety of nature based seeds. Finding an open seat he waited for a waiter....he couldn't read the menu since he never got to go to school long enough. If he had learned...he didn't remember. He pulled out the $5.25 cents he had and laid it on the counter. Counting it over and over again as his stomach growled loudly.
Last edited by Neo Lancewick on Sun Jan 18, 2015 1:48 pm; edited 2 times in total