Re: Shiloh F + Jack P: The Capital
Shiloh barely knew impaired from not these days. He lived on a constant stream of pharmaceutical noise within himself, and he'd no interest in shutting off that particular radio. It could easily be blamed on the pain medications during that endless period of recovery, but that would be cheating. He wasn't even certain anything continued to hurt, and he liked it that way. It made his current state of near poverty a bit of a bore, but he was finding ways around that.
"I'm set on doing what I please," he replied. Rules or not. At first, it had been about rules. Now, it was just about doing whatever he pleased, which could likely be attributed to rule-breaking antecedents. But it hardly mattered, the why. "Do I look as if I require a rule-breaking handout?" Shiloh was very aware of his appearance. He was aware of the ridiculous affectation of his speech. He was even aware of the movements of his hands and his arms, his bombastic nature an acquired trait that he still sought out when employing it. Now, he had his hands loosely in his pockets and he was regarding this man with his own expression of entertainment. "You're in a public alleyway. You must be joking, but I would work on that humor were I you."
That was what he said as he walked, and he didn't expect the man to follow. But he didn't speed up. No, Shiloh just glanced over. "You just told me to fuck myself for talking to you, and now you chase me down. Interesting. I'm not after anything. You seem to think there's an agenda. That's your paranoia speaking, not my truth. I've already been where I intended to go."