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sicparvasmagna) wrote2017-02-04 03:33 pm
sicparvasmagna) wrote2017-02-04 03:33 pm
[[Feb 4, Marcus]]
Next month, Nathan will have been in this godforsaken city for an entire year. It's a weird fact to wrap his head around, for more than one reason. For one, Nate can't remember the last time he was anywhere for an entire year. But Sam is here now and it doesn't look like either of them are going anywhere anytime soon, and so he decides that maybe it's time to start putting down some roots.
The very idea of it is foreign and weird and kind of gives him the heebie jeebies, but it needs to be done. The last time he had roots anywhere was at the orphanage, which is hardly a good memory. Sam has told him that there's a version of him who did it again, who settled down with Elena and bought a house and fucking retired, so he knows that it's possible. Nate is in no way ready to retire completely, but there's not exactly any lost cities to be discovered in Darrow, so he settles for the next best thing.
First thing, is that he needs a job. He's been living on the city stipend for almost a year with small time lifts on the side, but he's sick of living surprise paycheck to paycheck. Nate doesn't exactly live in the lap of luxury, but it would be nice to be able to afford more than a six pack of beer a week. The idea of going completely straight makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck, though, so he needs a way to play both worlds, and he thinks he might have a vague idea.
For now, it means finding a good place to set up. He's far from being able to afford anything yet, but he's looking anyway, checking out empty shop fronts and places he might be able to set up a base. He has one or two ideas in mind, but there's a cold bite to the air and he's not committed to the idea enough to risk his limbs for it. So, he ducks into a diner and out of the cold, settling himself into a corner booth and ordering a sandwich.
The very idea of it is foreign and weird and kind of gives him the heebie jeebies, but it needs to be done. The last time he had roots anywhere was at the orphanage, which is hardly a good memory. Sam has told him that there's a version of him who did it again, who settled down with Elena and bought a house and fucking retired, so he knows that it's possible. Nate is in no way ready to retire completely, but there's not exactly any lost cities to be discovered in Darrow, so he settles for the next best thing.
First thing, is that he needs a job. He's been living on the city stipend for almost a year with small time lifts on the side, but he's sick of living surprise paycheck to paycheck. Nate doesn't exactly live in the lap of luxury, but it would be nice to be able to afford more than a six pack of beer a week. The idea of going completely straight makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck, though, so he needs a way to play both worlds, and he thinks he might have a vague idea.
For now, it means finding a good place to set up. He's far from being able to afford anything yet, but he's looking anyway, checking out empty shop fronts and places he might be able to set up a base. He has one or two ideas in mind, but there's a cold bite to the air and he's not committed to the idea enough to risk his limbs for it. So, he ducks into a diner and out of the cold, settling himself into a corner booth and ordering a sandwich.