Who: Rupert Knaves and Lucy Aldrige (Knave of Hearts and White Rabbit) What: Random run in When: Mid-Afternoon Where: New York Streets Rating: TBA
Okay. So he had a sponsor. He was accepted. They asked about him obtaining a work visa as well, though they weren't sure what the answer was to that. This bloody government was confusing as fuck. They almost answered every question, with a question. Can I have a coke? Have you killed in cold blood? It was fucking stupid.
So, here was Rupert wandering around aimlessly the cold american city. Pants, and a coat tugging his body. Though he wore pants out in South Africa, he felt more comfrontable in shorts. Though, he was always hotter than balls. Though, he loved this american food. It was amazing. He didn't have this kind of food back there. Not that all the food was bad there. It just wasn't like this. So, Neil's allowance he provided wasn't alot, but something to help him get around while he searched for a job that he could do. Rupert, couldn't bring himself to be handed a job. His cousin was helping him way to much as it was. He didn't want to just leech off his money. That wasn't, Mr. Knaves.
Obviously with out a work visa, or greencard, he couldn't work legally. So the tip was find someone who would hire him under the table. Cash only. No id's or social security cards. Only time could tel. But back to the food. The Knave was chowing down on a double cheese burger from McDonalds. Amazing food. Finishing the last bite had crumpled the wrapping tossing at the garbage he was passing by. Though, his shot was not very much on. It hit the so called rim, and bounced to the sidewalk. Rupert, not even noticing.