Post by ashton on Jul 12, 2011 21:54:17 GMT -5
The night was young, and the people were alive and ready to conquer. During the day the masses were bustling little ants, an image which looked exactly so if shot from a helicopter above. This city was packed like sardines, and unfortunately sometimes managed to smell like it as well in areas. Ashton loved it though. He loved how crazy the city was. The honking of horns, the screaming of sirens that were unable to speed through the crowded streets due to three hour backed up traffic. Still, as much as he loved the craziness of the day, Ashton thoroughly enjoyed the night life. People put on a different skin, or perhaps was it the other way. It was the time that people began to show their crazy side, and often their ugly side as well. He enjoyed the intensity of others when they had held back so long and finally let loose.
Tonight was his second night in a row that Ashton had gone without sleep. He might have loved the dream world he had lived in, but it seemed the longer they slept, the more he began to tick. He wasn't a stupid man, nor was he completely insane, for he knew that sometimes he was affected by the alternate reality he had made a haven with. Still, it had been awhile since he had seen Alice, and perhaps he was obsessing a bit.... yeah he was. For a man to move all the way to New York to follow a dream it was clear that there was something off with him. In these short moments of realization Ashton had a tendency to turning into a drinking, gambling insomniac which really did not have a reverse effect. If nothing else it began to make the man loopier. Rather than growing drowsy his quirky side intensified, making the nights unusual for anyone who hung around him.
This night of all nights ended up starting with a hungry thirst for an odd combination... twizzlers and martinis. He always had a stack of sweets in his cupboards, although there wasn't much real food left there. It had been awhile since he had gone grocery shopping, but at the same time, it had been awhile since he'd had enough money to eat real food. He needed to find a gig... or get a real job. He did under the table jobs for people often, sometimes giving people tattoos, other times refitting someones outfit. Again, there wasn't much of that, though he had a few people interested in the prospect of a cheap tattoo. For now, he had plans for the night. Ashton didn't have much in his pockets when he left the house. He had on a pair of baggy jeans, torn up at the knees with worn out tennis shoes. He had on a black mesh shirt with a neon pink and black hoody. The hoody itself was pulled up over the pink and black alternating sided baseball cap.
Ashton walked down town, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the twizzler than he chewed on with happy delight. He had large headphones on, playing Beethoven. Though he might not look it, he was a fan of classical music. His head moved to the music, one hand coming out and the two conducting a silent symphony as he wandered down the side walk, twizzler half bitten, used as an imaginary conductors tool. Several times he nearly smacked people in the face before his hands somehow moved down or above without him paying attention, avoiding by just a hairs width. At one point in time several men in business attire and women in cocktail dresses walked past him. His hand moved down as the climax of the movie came up and with quick fingers, brushed past one man, his hand turning, and finger tips snagging the wallet as he slipped it out, bringing his hand up as the wallet slipped down his sleeve and the conducting continued. In the darkness no one noticed, and it would be several blocks before the man might realize his wallet wasn't in his pocket.
Several blocks later, and two symphonies in he had finally come to his destination. A large hotel and casino towered above him. Before he entered he stepped into the near alley and dropped the wallet into his hand. He pulled it open and and slipped the money out, grabbing the numerous twenties, and few hundred dollar bills. He tossed the wallet into the corner near the dumpster and slipped back into the crowd of people walking by before he entered the classy establishment.
Needless to say, the reaction was... well exactly as he had expected. People turned their ugly stares to him, eyes wide as they whispered quietly to each other. He walked into the casino part and passed a girl with a martini tray. biting onto the twizzler he grabbed the drink and set the ten dollar bill down before he walked over to trade his money in for chips. He pulled the wad of money out and flipped through it, pulling out three hundred and keeping one hundred in his pocket. If he lost he lost, but he had no desire to lose it all in one night. Of course, he didn't plan to lose that much to these high class wankers anyways.
With chips in one hand and martini in the other, Ashton walked over to the nearest black jack table and plopped down on the seat, taking a sip of the drink before he he set several chips down and joined the game. He had a good feeling about tonight... maybe it wasn't about winning, but something fun was rounding the corner.
Tonight was his second night in a row that Ashton had gone without sleep. He might have loved the dream world he had lived in, but it seemed the longer they slept, the more he began to tick. He wasn't a stupid man, nor was he completely insane, for he knew that sometimes he was affected by the alternate reality he had made a haven with. Still, it had been awhile since he had seen Alice, and perhaps he was obsessing a bit.... yeah he was. For a man to move all the way to New York to follow a dream it was clear that there was something off with him. In these short moments of realization Ashton had a tendency to turning into a drinking, gambling insomniac which really did not have a reverse effect. If nothing else it began to make the man loopier. Rather than growing drowsy his quirky side intensified, making the nights unusual for anyone who hung around him.
This night of all nights ended up starting with a hungry thirst for an odd combination... twizzlers and martinis. He always had a stack of sweets in his cupboards, although there wasn't much real food left there. It had been awhile since he had gone grocery shopping, but at the same time, it had been awhile since he'd had enough money to eat real food. He needed to find a gig... or get a real job. He did under the table jobs for people often, sometimes giving people tattoos, other times refitting someones outfit. Again, there wasn't much of that, though he had a few people interested in the prospect of a cheap tattoo. For now, he had plans for the night. Ashton didn't have much in his pockets when he left the house. He had on a pair of baggy jeans, torn up at the knees with worn out tennis shoes. He had on a black mesh shirt with a neon pink and black hoody. The hoody itself was pulled up over the pink and black alternating sided baseball cap.
Ashton walked down town, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the twizzler than he chewed on with happy delight. He had large headphones on, playing Beethoven. Though he might not look it, he was a fan of classical music. His head moved to the music, one hand coming out and the two conducting a silent symphony as he wandered down the side walk, twizzler half bitten, used as an imaginary conductors tool. Several times he nearly smacked people in the face before his hands somehow moved down or above without him paying attention, avoiding by just a hairs width. At one point in time several men in business attire and women in cocktail dresses walked past him. His hand moved down as the climax of the movie came up and with quick fingers, brushed past one man, his hand turning, and finger tips snagging the wallet as he slipped it out, bringing his hand up as the wallet slipped down his sleeve and the conducting continued. In the darkness no one noticed, and it would be several blocks before the man might realize his wallet wasn't in his pocket.
Several blocks later, and two symphonies in he had finally come to his destination. A large hotel and casino towered above him. Before he entered he stepped into the near alley and dropped the wallet into his hand. He pulled it open and and slipped the money out, grabbing the numerous twenties, and few hundred dollar bills. He tossed the wallet into the corner near the dumpster and slipped back into the crowd of people walking by before he entered the classy establishment.
Needless to say, the reaction was... well exactly as he had expected. People turned their ugly stares to him, eyes wide as they whispered quietly to each other. He walked into the casino part and passed a girl with a martini tray. biting onto the twizzler he grabbed the drink and set the ten dollar bill down before he walked over to trade his money in for chips. He pulled the wad of money out and flipped through it, pulling out three hundred and keeping one hundred in his pocket. If he lost he lost, but he had no desire to lose it all in one night. Of course, he didn't plan to lose that much to these high class wankers anyways.
With chips in one hand and martini in the other, Ashton walked over to the nearest black jack table and plopped down on the seat, taking a sip of the drink before he he set several chips down and joined the game. He had a good feeling about tonight... maybe it wasn't about winning, but something fun was rounding the corner.
