Sikota Buhari (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sikota) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inshadowfalls,@ 2010-09-11 13:35:00 |
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What: An interview type deal?
When: Friday, 1PM (backdated!)
Where: Elise's home
Rating: Mild, I'm sure
Kota was always late to everything, because he didn't really keep track of time. He didn't wear a watch... and sure, his phone told the time, but he wasn't constantly looking at it like teenagers these days were. He was a free spirit, and a free spirit can't be tamed... even by time. But today, he had an interview type thing with that woman from the journals, who was looking for a gardener. He didn't really need to work yet (he wasn't necessarily loaded, but he did have a very nice savings from all the years of living such a simple life), but he enjoyed having something to do with his time... and he hadn't found a place to sell his pieces (furniture, instruments, statues and such) yet. He also had a date tonight that he wanted to be on time for, so for the first time since the last time he went to college, he set his alarm. He wasn't normally even awake by one in the afternoon.
He woke up at twelve, took a shower, and had a cup of tea in Roman's garden (which, of course, he'd claimed as his own and done a good bit of work on since moving in), and headed towards the woman's home. He rode on an old 1970 Harley-Davidson (which he had actually bought brand new a few decades ago) that he had rebuilt the engine in recent years, turning it into a hybrid vehicle. He wore a pair of worn-out jeans, old t-shirt, and a pair of converse that he'd worn almost every day for the past five years.
He pulled his bike up to Elise's home and into the driveway, cutting the engine and putting out the kickstand before he walked up to the front door, taking a deep breath that he didn't really need, but he had never gotten over the habit of breathing. He knocked lightly on the door and combed his fingers through his hair, looking around at the house curiously as he waited for an answer.