Post by freude on Dec 18, 2012 5:37:19 GMT -5
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He had finally done it. Left the shit-hole that had been Las Vegas and moved on. Sure his family had been nothing but supportive of him moving away to explore the rest of the country. But it was other people, or specifically one other person that had tried to convinve him it was a terrible decision. Vegas had been his home, with the neon lights and the kerching of the casino's. But New York. That was special, right? It was equally as bright, but it seemed more alive. The people moved with the city instead of against it. Freude was mesmerised.
He had met up with his sister, who had moved out some three years previously. They had chatted for a while, catching up, making small talk. But now they were sitting in the back of an obnoxiously yellow taxi, they were silent. She knew what Freude had done. Why he had to leave Vegas. But she didn't know the half of it. He had changed in the last few years. Grown old instead of relishing in his childhood. Still just eighteen, but his maturity level was way beyond that. If it wasn't for his appearance, he wouldn't have acted out of place in a stately home in the English countryside. He had learnt his eloquence from Jimmy, and hadn't had the heart to forget it.
Watching the busy streets was calming, relaxing in the silent taxi. But Freude hadn't come to New York to be quiet. When the cab stopped at the next set of lights, he flashed his sister a smile and darted out of the door. Leaving her, and his belongings behind. The sound hit him instantly, sending his head reeling and his ears ringing. It was perfect. He was going to love it here.
Biting his bottom lip and jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans he began walking, with less purpose than those people around him who all seemed desperate to vanish into the subway. He watched a couple of people, minding his own business and not really looking where he was going until the inevitable happened and he bumped into someone. Oh fuck, I'm so sorry, he said quickly, holding up his hands apologetically.
He had finally done it. Left the shit-hole that had been Las Vegas and moved on. Sure his family had been nothing but supportive of him moving away to explore the rest of the country. But it was other people, or specifically one other person that had tried to convinve him it was a terrible decision. Vegas had been his home, with the neon lights and the kerching of the casino's. But New York. That was special, right? It was equally as bright, but it seemed more alive. The people moved with the city instead of against it. Freude was mesmerised.
He had met up with his sister, who had moved out some three years previously. They had chatted for a while, catching up, making small talk. But now they were sitting in the back of an obnoxiously yellow taxi, they were silent. She knew what Freude had done. Why he had to leave Vegas. But she didn't know the half of it. He had changed in the last few years. Grown old instead of relishing in his childhood. Still just eighteen, but his maturity level was way beyond that. If it wasn't for his appearance, he wouldn't have acted out of place in a stately home in the English countryside. He had learnt his eloquence from Jimmy, and hadn't had the heart to forget it.
Watching the busy streets was calming, relaxing in the silent taxi. But Freude hadn't come to New York to be quiet. When the cab stopped at the next set of lights, he flashed his sister a smile and darted out of the door. Leaving her, and his belongings behind. The sound hit him instantly, sending his head reeling and his ears ringing. It was perfect. He was going to love it here.
Biting his bottom lip and jamming his hands into the pockets of his jeans he began walking, with less purpose than those people around him who all seemed desperate to vanish into the subway. He watched a couple of people, minding his own business and not really looking where he was going until the inevitable happened and he bumped into someone. Oh fuck, I'm so sorry, he said quickly, holding up his hands apologetically.