Post by tobias john ingram on Aug 31, 2011 3:14:45 GMT -5
Escape this place and break out on my own
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[/justify]It was about ten o'clock at night. Tobias had just gotten off of work, the black t-shirt emblazoned with the Hunter's Moon logo tucked into dark pants and non slip shoes a dead give away. There were few people out; the pavement shone with rainwater from the summer shower that had just let up, and it was terribly humid. He seemed distracted as he walked down the street, eyes on the sidewalk and brow furrowed.
He'd just gotten his first paycheck, y'see. He was no mathematician, but he could tell when he was in trouble. His meager savings were running out; the young werewolf was barely making ends meet. This paycheck would help, obviously, but for how long this amount would suffice, he wasn't sure. Would they give him more hours if he asked? Who knew. It was looking like he may have to get a second job. Maybe he could try getting in at one of the auto shops around here? Would they hire him even though he hadn't finished his degree? He couldn't be sure, but he was awfully pessimistic.
The worry was like a weight on his mind; he couldn't help but feel pessimistic. Needless to say, he was not adjusting well to life in the big city. Monetary issues dogged him at every turn, his apartment was miserably small, and to top it off, he didn't hardly know anyone here. It was times like this that made him very strongly consider joining the local pack. He was a relatively social creature, accustomed to depending on a warm network of family members and close friends for emotional support. He did not have that here. And surely that would be what being in a pack was like, right? Having a community of others to turn to. At the same time, joining the pack would be validating this madness, making real something he'd hoped he'd hallucinated; that he was a werewolf, that there were other werewolves, that there were all sorts of other things that he'd relegated to a land of fairy tales that were in fact real. It was a lot to get used to, to say the least.
He passed a bus stop, and paused. Did the buses run this late? He had no idea. He normally got around via the bus; he was working his way up to the subways. Mass-transit was not something one encountered in a small town, and it was largely foreign to him. Mentally shrugging, he carried on past the bus stop. He didn't live too far away, and perhaps some walking would help clear his head.
Unbeknownst to him, a rather unsavory looking trio had rounded the corner on the other side of the street and taken notice of him. Lost in thought, he didn't notice when they crossed the street and began to walk a few yards behind him. He drew parallel with a narrow alleyway, and that was when they struck. They rushed up the sidewalk. Tobias turned at the sound of feet pounding the pavement, was not able to react fast enough to avoid being tackled into the alleyway by the trio.
"Hey, wh-!" he began, and was promptly struck hard across the face. Two of the thugs held him by the arms, the third began rifling around in his pockets. He began to struggle; he had been rather strong as a mundane, all that time spent lifting heavy car parts paying off, and being a werewolf had increased his strength. The thugs had trouble holding him, and the third one, the one searching his pockets, delivered a quick stomp to his abdomen. He grunted with pain, ceasing his struggles as the third thug procured a gun, trained on him.
NOTES: First post with Tobias! Let's get some people in here
WORDS: Six twenty two
LYRICS: Lower your head and take it in the body AFI
TAGS: Anyone!
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