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CLIVE RAYMOND HOLLOWS
Posted: Apr 29 2012, 02:09 PM
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    Clive never liked taking the train. It was filthy and crowded and no matter what time of day it was, the people always smelled of morning breath. It literally felt like the train was where old, decrepit people went to spend their final hours on this plane. They took their sweet time moving up and down the steps, but he was forced to bare witness because his father wouldn't get him a car. He didn't ask for much, a car was the only thing he wanted. He liked to think of himself as a fairly respectable kid. Sure, he had his secrets, but who didn't. He wasn't a serial rapist, he didn't beat anyone up for fun, he didn't curse at his mother, he went to school. He even had a job. Yes, a job he had to lie to his parents about, but a job nonetheless. He was actively keeping himself off the streets and making money at the same time. They should be proud of him. Proud enough to get him a goddamn car. Clive rested his forehead against the metal bar of the seat he was currently occupying in the train cart. Two more stops until he could get off the wretched thing and crawl into his bed to die for the rest of the day. He waited idly as the train doors opened and closed for two more rounds, grimacing as more and more people filed in, filling in the gaps between the mingling bodies that already occupied the cart. As the subway operator mumbled the next stop into the microphone, his stop, he stood up quickly, muttering his pardons as he pushed his way through the bodies and outside of the cart onto the platform. He probably had lice now. There was almost always someone with lice on the train.
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KIERAN TEAGUE DARMODY
Posted: Apr 29 2012, 02:17 PM
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    Kieran knew nothing of public transit in this form until he moved to America and took his first subway ride under New York City and it was so interesting that he couldn't be disgusted by it. The only underground system in the U.K was in London and the blonde had never been there, had no intention of going there, and so even that hadn't given him experience. The system in Chicago was different than the one in London and New York, though, as it wasn't a subway system but in fact a bunch of commuter trains which was even more confusing. It's not like Kieran was here to take them, though, and instead with his guitar slung over his back there was only one plan for the day - getting some money. The thing about the trains is how busy they were, how many people were there, that he could get a good pocketful of funds before heading off on his merry way. Kieran settled himself on the platform sort of half way to the main exit and spent a minute setting himself up before beginning to play some tunes. Playing guitar was something he had learned at a very young age, after much bothering to his parents, and it now turned into a prime way of making money. Dipping into some Kings of Leon, Kieran softly sang along as he strummed the tune, giving little nods to people as they tossed money into his guitar case.
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CLIVE RAYMOND HOLLOWS
Posted: Apr 29 2012, 06:09 PM
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    There wasn't anything exciting about it. It was just a bunch of people crammed into a little box and they'd have to travel around through the stations to get to the boxes they needed to get to go wherever it is they needed to go. Every so often there would be a nice distraction whilst you're moving from place to place, just some poor soul showcasing their talents for a bit of spare change, like right ow. That was the only thing Clive liked about his means of travel, the entertainment. Some of them weren't good, but it was still nice to watch them so as to have something to think back on while waiting to get home. He followed the crowd further onto the platform, the sound of someone singing and playing guitar floating in from some isolated spot amidst all the chaos. Because that's really what it was. Clive tried peering through the crowd to find the source of the noise, stopping only once he he stumbled upon the little nook that the musician seemed to have made for himself somewhere off to the side. He watched as the male played and sang, recognizing him immediately, but instead of interrupting his mini show, Clive just stood there awkwardly, wondering if he should throw money in now or later or just wait to talk to him or. He didn't know, he didn't care. He just wanted to be there so he reached a hand into hi pocket, pulling out his wallet, opening it up, grabbing all of his cash and tossing it into Kieran's guitar case.
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KIERAN TEAGUE DARMODY
Posted: Apr 29 2012, 08:32 PM
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    Kieran had come across a few other musicians in his days wandering around here trying to get him some pocket cash but half of them weren't very good and so they didn't get much. Not that he was really that full of himself or thought he was the best musician ever but at least he was able to play which is more than he could say for a lot of these people. Kieran saw out of the corner of his eye the pile of money fall into his case and immediately he rose his eyes to who tossed it and he gave the male a small smile before going back to his song. He was only going to be finishing it because, based on the pile that just got tossed at him, well, he wouldn't have to do very much panhandling for the rest of the day. After a minute he was at the end of the tune and he heard some applause from the people watching him and watched as some more money came his way and after the crowd started to dwindle away off to their normal days, Kieran looked into the case and started counting bills and came across the stack that male had given him. Looking up, the guy was still there. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, holding up the bills and looking at the other male curiously. "I mean, most people don't give this much."
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CLIVE RAYMOND HOLLOWS
Posted: Apr 29 2012, 09:08 PM
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    It was true, most of them did suck but at least they were trying to make money somehow. It was either that or starve on the street without putting in effort and that was no way to live. Clive liked to assume that everyone who belittled themselves in public that way did it because they had nothing else. Absolutely nothing else, which was sort of why he threw all that money in Kieran's case. He was probably only going to use it to buy pounds and pounds of chocolate anyway, so it was better off with flalwess blonde anyway. He stood still as the crowd dispersed, tucking his wallet back into his pocket, still watching Kieran all the while. He nodded in response, shrugging lightly. "Yeah, I mean you deserve it. It's fine." Clive was just a little bit shocked that he managed to run into the guy so soon after they spoke. Not that Kieran would recognize him. His fucking icon left a lot to the imagination. He stepped forward, his hands finding their way into his pocket because of a lack of much else to do. "It's Clive, we spoke last night... or rather this morning. On the internet."
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KIERAN TEAGUE DARMODY
Posted: Apr 29 2012, 09:37 PM
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    Kieran would hate himself if he were homeless and starving and doing nothing about it which is why he was determined to make a living for himself some way. If he could work in any other field then he would but it seemed like every job wanted a social security number, which he didn't have, or a permanent address or phone number or anything of the like. All he had was his laptop which came with email but not everyone likes to contact someone only by email and having an email address doesn't automatically mean you deserve to work somewhere. So, panhandling it on the street was really the only option for him and he was fine with that, even on days where he only got a couple of bucks but he did have a little stash in his suitcase of 'in case of emergency' money. He really just spent day by day on whatever he may need and then the next day he'd get more and so on. Permanent things really didn't exist to him and instead everything was only in the moment, his life was only in the moment. "Well, alright. Thanks a lot," Kieran gave another smile and then went back to counting in his head, though his attention was taken away when the male spoke again and his eyes widened a little in the whole shock/registering such shock moment. "Oh! Hey, man, hows it going?"
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