WHO: Cutter and Rodeo WHAT: Epic reunion. WHERE: A few blocks away from the NY Public Library. WHEN: February 18th RATING: Medium probably STATUS: In progress
The weeks and months on the road alone had given Cutter plenty of time to ponder his life so far and while he wasn't someone who liked to roll around in his misery he had come to a few rather unsettling conclusions. First of all, he probably owed his live to the simple fact that they certainly didn't want him in heaven and hell was absolutely full. Up next was his favorite: Although he had tried to change for Mona he couldn't. He was the type of guy who picked a pack of cigarettes over his girlfriend and always would be. It didn't matter how he called himself, or if he managed to get rid of his accent, he was a selfish bastard. That walked all the way from the West Coast to New York, talking to himself in his head. So he was most likely going nuts, too. Not that he'd mind, really.
After finally arriving in New York he had broken into an abandoned apartment, made sure nobody could get in and slept for three days straight. It had been difficult to find places that were even anywhere near safe while he traveled and if he had found something he couldn't sleep for longer than an hour or two at a stretch before he woke up and had to check his surroundings. The fact that his breathing had started to act up again was something he didn't even bother to think about, sometimes he'd have trouble breathing and all he needed to do was lay low for a few days, keep away from the smokes and that was it.
To get his mind off things he had decided to do some sightseeing. The times he had been to New York before he had been too preoccupied to pay attention to anything. And now he had all the time in the world, so why not. Equipped with a map of the city with highlighted sights for the tourist's convenience, along with his usual army backpack and two knives attached to his belt. There was a small Glock in the pockets of his jacket somewhere, but he'd rather rely on his knives than on the gun - he wasn't a bad shot but the gun was wonky somehow.
Cutter actually enjoyed pretending to be a stupid tourist. Nobody was around except for the occasional shuffler and even the freaks seemed to have taken a day off. He had seen a few humans out and about, but didn't bother acknowledging their presence. Checking the map once more he realized that he wasn't too far away from a large library, he would probably stop by later to see if he could sneak in and get a few books. The few he was carrying around were falling apart and he had read them so often he knew the stories by heart. Finally Cutter stopped to light a cigarette, which wasn't all too easy since he had to sift through the pockets of his green army jacket, then the pockets of his jeans for the smokes and his lighter with one hand. The other was holding on to that silly map - if Cutter'd see anyone else walking around like that he'd probably punch them in the face for being silly. But it was him, he was losing it, so why not.