Christian Rouse (modernpinocchio) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-04-26 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | christian rouse, ciara cavanaugh |
Who: Ciara and Christian
What: Ciara stumbles on Blue out of mask
When: April 26, 14: morning
Where: St.Bats
Warnings: Talk of homelessness
Status: done
Christian had spent the night and most of the morning out on a less populated street with one of the guys he saw a lot around Utopia. He was a friend, for sure, who went by the name McGuire but Christian was pretty sure that wasn't really his name. A lot of the homeless guys in New Waverly took on pseudonyms. Christian figured they didn't want to be associated with the person they would be after they got back on their feet or something. He never asked, though.
Everyone that he walked the rounds with knew him simply as Christian. He had nothing to hide from people who were in the same situation as he was even though he respected their desire for privacy. McGuire had convinced him to go a little farther out than normal today so they were in St. Bats. There were good and bad aspects of going away from where they were expected to be. Christian never had a problem when he was just walking around because he kept himself pretty well and managed to blend in.. but he wasn't just walking around today.
They were sitting up against the brick side of a building, not too near a door so they wouldn't be asked to leave, and McGuire had a hat out to collect up change. Everyone liked taking Christian with them for donation runs because people took more pity on a child. The only problem was if cops came by or someone decided to try and take him to child services or something. It wasn't unheard of and it put both Christian and whoever he was with in a modicum of danger.
He had his bag with him, which kept all of his belongings, and McGuire had fallen asleep at some point during the lull of the morning. He was slumped onto Christian's shoulder and the kid didn't seem upset about it at all. The hat was unfortunately still empty and Chris started to mentally count the money he had left from his shows, considering how much he could part with to slip into the hat while his friend slept. He could always just do more work.