Fucking Humans - April 2nd - 2nd St

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Fucking Humans - April 2nd - 2nd St

Post  DerekCase on Thu Apr 02, 2009 5:16 am

Devon was wearing a clean pair of clothes that he had just dedicated. He figured it paid to dress well when going to visit the Glasswalkers. Normally, he'd be running in the penumbra, but the other Glasswalkers don't tend to have problems mingling with the humans, so he figured he'd give it a try. But as he walked down second, people turned corners, huddled up to their mates, some even crossed the street. None of them, though, locked his eyes. The farther he went, the more angry their distance made him. Then, in old Louisville he passed a group of men his age standing around a car. They were laughing and not paying attention to him. Curious, he stopped.

"One of you guys wouldn't happen to have a smoke?" Devon asked in as friendly a manner as he could muster, though he had a pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

On the men turned, the tallest one, "Naw, man, we got nothin fo ya."

Devon's eyebrows scrunched, his weight shifted instinctively to his back leg. That accent wasn't one he recognized. The speech was dull and guttural. "I didn't mean any offense. I honestly just wanted a cigarette." He lied.

The tallest man, light skinned and wearing very loose clothes, stepped closer to Devon, close enough that his breath pressed against Devon's forehead. "Muthafucka, if you don't get steppin, you gon' neva have anotha smoke again, bitch."

His hope for peace for interaction shattered and moments later Devon walked away, from the five unconscious men. He walked away toward the Glasswalker's caern just a few blocks before the bridge, his anger better assuaged.
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