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Post by boon on Mar 3, 2013 21:00:59 GMT -5
 Honestly, he didn't know what he was doing here. Except he did. Primarily people watching. Maybe he'd find something to do, though more than likely he'd get accused of sticky fingers. He'd stick out here, only because he very visibly didn't belong in the picture. That dark thing your eyes shot to in some overly candy colored backdrop. But the candy colored backdrop was probably best translated to proof of cash in their pockets. He himself was practically the ideal model for the 'best' thrift stores had to offer. Best as in worst. Worst as in a faded beyond recognition mario shirt and his jeans that were torn to hell and back and still way too big for him.
He wasn't really obsessed or bitter. He just had that itch in his hands and feet and head when he needed an answer for or to do something. To be honest it'd just been him listening in on a conversation earlier about how a particular group of kids were going to be here. He wasn't going to see them or anything, and it wasn't like he wanted to hang out with anyone or be invited anywhere. They moved around in the same way they did at school, in their waves of groups and chatting between themselves. He listened in, of course, with his head down and hands in pockets. There was probably something about those in his age group going around unaccompanied, but he was fortunate enough with his otherwise easily overlooked self.
Overlooked, that was, until he managed to trip over one of his worn out shoelaces and eat concrete, grabbing out for anything to put an interruption to his complete wipe out.
Sorry.
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JERED QUINN
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HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 3, 2013 21:17:56 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Stretching idly as he walked around the mall, waiting for Kenzie to get off work so they could go back to his apartment, Jered wandered around the mall, his red eyes falling upon random objects that snagged his attention. He was conscious of the few dollars he had in his jeans pocket, but he was going to try and hold out on spending those few dollars. He could never know when they would come in handy. It was a nice trait to have, one that Kenzie definitely didn't have. It benefited Jered though - he learned what it would be like to live like that. Kenzie was a prime example.
Pursing his pale lips in his boredom, Jered stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned left at a fork in his path, deciding to try and kill more time. If he missed Kenzie entirely, the small Filipino would just text his cell phone, and Jere would come running. The thought disgusted him - he sounded like a lost puppy. But that was ultimately what he was to Kenzie. A little lost puppy, craving love. Jered grumbled to himself, raising his red eyes to look ahead. That was when he spotted, in slow motion, a young teenager tripping and face planting. Ouch! Jered thought without even really registering that his entire body cringed.
Not knowing what else to do, Jered jogged up to the small kid, his hand extended to place on the youngster's shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" He said, lamely, but with a concerned tone. A frown adorned his features, his red eyes intense as he tried to help the kid up. He didn't go to college for medical injuries or anything like that, so he really wouldn't be of much help unless the issue involved some website designing of some sort. He pulled his hand back awkwardly, realizing that not all people - including himself - enjoyed being touched by a complete stranger. "S-sorry... so, are you okay?" The albino mumbled, brushing himself off whilst still eying the youngster.
| [atrb=valign,top] words. 340 tag. Marcus notes. --
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Post by boon on Mar 4, 2013 6:16:44 GMT -5
He wasn't normally this clumsy. It was probably just a thing that happened when you owned cheap shoes with cheap shoelaces. It was more surprising the bottoms didn't just fall off or something.
It took Marcus a few moments to find his place with the ground, palms pressing against it so he could get up and recover from the fall. He was not, however, expecting a hand on his shoulder or any help. He'd rather gone with the illusion that nobody noticed. Or cared. That someone went to help him of all the most criminal things put a stake right through his young teen pride. He'd accept it though until he was upright at least. Then he'd make some disgusted face and try to bat his hand away. It was weird. Weird of him to notice him. Though he was really glad someone had helped him instead of left him on the ground there. Really. It was just gross of him to have looked like he needed help in the first place. Was that confusing? Probably. Didn't make sense. Whatever.
"I'm fine-- I'm fine." His voice was nasally, only probably because he was more conscious of it all the sudden, one eye in a sort of wince. Gosh his nose hurt. His hand went up to it, wiping on the back of his hand, then he examined his hand for any red smears. Was he bleeding? No, didn't look like it. Felt like it. He gave a sniff, eyes still sort of wet from the surprise impact. Was his nose crooked? Marcus felt at it for a moment before giving the albino a pointed look. "Ngk. Does this look broken to you?"
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JERED QUINN
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HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
UDESIGN APPRENTICE[M:0:]
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 9, 2013 22:08:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Jered wasn't a complete dick, nor did he really know what he should do. Most people didn't like their personal bubble being invaded, but there wasn't much for the male to do if he couldn't help the kid physically. I... I guess I can just talk him through it?... Wow, I'm putting way too much thought into this. Jered furrowed his brow, wishing desperately for a cigarette to soon his racing thoughts. His fingers ran idly against the edge of his pocket, dreaming of the feel of a cancer stick between his fingers.
When the kid finally spoke, it sounded rushed and forced, angry even. Jered pulled his hand away and gave a short form of his own grimace before forcing a smile. "I'm glad you're fine. That looked like it hurt..." He closed his eyes to make the smile appear more sincere. "I hope you're not lying to me so I go away," Chuckling a bit, Jered pocketed his hands, looking the youngster up and down. He wouldn't be surprised if the kid was actually hurt, and just wanted Jered to leave him be to tend to his embarrassing wounds. Such a sad world this was, when people preferred that.
Concerned at the youngster's words, Jered peered at the bridge of his nose. There was a small cut running along the length of it, but it wasn't bleeding much at all. In fact, it had probably already clotted and began to scab. "No, a small cut, but I think you'll be fine. Definitely not broken. You'd know if it was broken." Jered smiled, pushing his glasses up briefly before looking at his companion's shaking hands. "Plus, it'd be bleeding all over. You would know, trust me." | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Marcus notes. Sorry about the wait!
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