NATE
Anything that starts with People of whereever has bad news written all over it. Nte knows this as well as he knows anything, and yet he still stops, pauses his stalking to turn and give the crazy the attention he so clearly desired. If nothing else, it would be good for a show, right?
Wrong.
All too quickly the words stole a flame in Nate’s chest, the urge to defend himself with everything he had warring with itself, unable to decide if he wanted to argue, or simply break something on this man. Indecision slows his roll long to actually think, long enough to realize that brash words and hasty fists aren’t the best way to go about this. Not when it’s his existence being slandered, not when he is in the position he is.
No, instead he files every little thing the man says away; every detail he knows, every angle he tries. He moves through the crowd that’s gathered, slipping closer and memorizing every detail he can of the face as well, a task made difficult by the rage clouding his vision.
“Hey buddy!” Nate presses as much jeering derision into his voice as he can, hands cupped around his mouth in an attempt to drown out the tail end of the man’s words. “Either take it off or fuck off, no one wants to listen to your shit!”
Wrong.
All too quickly the words stole a flame in Nate’s chest, the urge to defend himself with everything he had warring with itself, unable to decide if he wanted to argue, or simply break something on this man. Indecision slows his roll long to actually think, long enough to realize that brash words and hasty fists aren’t the best way to go about this. Not when it’s his existence being slandered, not when he is in the position he is.
No, instead he files every little thing the man says away; every detail he knows, every angle he tries. He moves through the crowd that’s gathered, slipping closer and memorizing every detail he can of the face as well, a task made difficult by the rage clouding his vision.
“Hey buddy!” Nate presses as much jeering derision into his voice as he can, hands cupped around his mouth in an attempt to drown out the tail end of the man’s words. “Either take it off or fuck off, no one wants to listen to your shit!”
Is there an acceptable result?
Do we mean something when we talk?
Do we mean something when we talk?
