Post by Cole Garrett on Nov 11, 2014 18:56:04 GMT -6
offer me that deathless death~
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Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cole stepped to the side as a group of children ran past him, hollering at each other in ways that he would have been reprimanded for had he ever said anything coming from those young mouths. Didn't matter here, though. Those kids couldn't have been more than six years old, and they probably hadn't seen their parents in a while.
That wasn't how it'd always been. It was just how it was now. Things changed, and he sure as hell didn't have control over a lot of the things that seemed to constantly change. Shaking his head, he stood still for a moment, adjusting the straps of his backpack. He was supposed to be delivering a parcel to a man with a red jacket. He'd been given the guy's name; Cole just wasn't too keen on remembering things like names. Hell, he didn't even know what he was transporting. Didn't matter for him. He didn't care. Made a point not to. It was easier that way.
But whatever way he preferred, he always got the job done. Usually alone. And that made him somewhat of a legend in the gang circles. He was good enough to not need a gang to hide behind. And Cole was proud of that.
He gave the guy in a red jacket a curt nod, slightly inclining his head in greeting. 'Did you have any problems along the way?' Cole raised an eyebrow at that statement. Most of the time, actually pretty damn near a hundred percent of the time, the only thing anyone cared about was that he had done the job successfully. Sure, he'd run into problems and trouble, but who didn't nowadays? He wasn't about to voice that to a paying customer. "Everything was fine," he said, voice gruff, as he pulled the parcel out of his backpack and handed it to the man in the red jacket.
Pocketing the money, he noticed a little girl keeping to the shadows. Cole didn't let his gaze linger too long, instead making it seem as if he had been looking past her instead of at her. Slinging the pack back onto his back, Cole tilted his head from one side to the other, trying to get his neck to pop. It wasn't going to, not until he got some sleep.
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