Jack West (jackwest) wrote in oregonal_sin, @ 2009-11-14 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | [complete], daniel hampton, jack west |
Open.
Jack was clutching his case all too tightly, standing in the dust of Corvallis' town square. Fresh off the boat and didn't he just look it, something of the little lost boy about him despite his age and stature, his head low even as his eyes drifted from building to building, trying to get his bearings. No point trawling the streets looking for the church on his lonesome, not if he could just muster up the effort of asking someone for directions. He turned his head as he saw someone step out the door of one of the buildings, seeing enough people in the room he'd just left before the doors swung closed to decide it was good a place as any to ask for help. Straightening slightly, he walked over to the building, close enough now to hear the sound of conversation within. What would his momma say, seeing her boy stood on the threshold of what was unmistakeably a saloon? She'd have choice words, that was for sure. Steeling himself, he stepped inside, casting his gaze about, sticking out like a sore thumb already without even trying.