Post by Jamie Wells on Mar 2, 2007 22:31:33 GMT 7
Jamie winced as she turned the key in the ignition of her old rust-bucket, the engine cluttering to a painful stop in the parking spot she had just stolen from the old lady that had been waiting for it patiently while the previous parker had backed out. Oh well, this was New York right? You had to fight to survive. She shrugged as the elderly lady honked at her, reaching over for her car lighter. She was waiting for the day that she pulled that thing out of there and her entire car exploded. Luckily for her, today wasn't that day.
She lit the cigarette resting between her lips and sucked back heavily. It was freezing outside, but the heater in her car was the only thing working, so this seemed like the only warm place in New York. In fact, it was a little bit too warm for her. The cigarette still between her lips, she shoved the lighter back in its spot and grabbed her coat from the backseat, clambering out of the car with her bag over her shoulder. She had to kick the door shut, but once she had, she set the bag on the hood of her car as she covered her green t-shirt with the faux-fur coat she had found at the Salvation Army for five dollars- which was about as much as she had in her jeans pocket right now.
All she needed now was a coffee shop to figure things out in. He had told her to do something with herself, and her first thought had been New York, but now that she was here- she was stumped. What was she supposed to do? She didn't bother locking her car door- there was a trick to opening it anyway, she had to hotwire it to get it going sometimes.
Walking away from the car, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and exhaled, tapping the ash away and putting it back in her mouth, rifling through her pockets.
Buttons? Check.
Lint? Check.
Lighter? You better believe it.
She found what she was looking for, her five dollar bill and headed into the nearest coffee shop, ditching her cigarette and ordering the cheapest thing on the menue, the small hot chocolate. Yes, she was more of a coffee girl, but she didn't quite have the money the people around her did. You could tell to, but she wasn't one to care. Well, appear to care anyway.
Once she had added more milk to the mix of things, Jamie walked over to what looked like the only available seat in the shop, but she was rather focused on figuring out what the hell she was doing in New York.
She lit the cigarette resting between her lips and sucked back heavily. It was freezing outside, but the heater in her car was the only thing working, so this seemed like the only warm place in New York. In fact, it was a little bit too warm for her. The cigarette still between her lips, she shoved the lighter back in its spot and grabbed her coat from the backseat, clambering out of the car with her bag over her shoulder. She had to kick the door shut, but once she had, she set the bag on the hood of her car as she covered her green t-shirt with the faux-fur coat she had found at the Salvation Army for five dollars- which was about as much as she had in her jeans pocket right now.
All she needed now was a coffee shop to figure things out in. He had told her to do something with herself, and her first thought had been New York, but now that she was here- she was stumped. What was she supposed to do? She didn't bother locking her car door- there was a trick to opening it anyway, she had to hotwire it to get it going sometimes.
Walking away from the car, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and exhaled, tapping the ash away and putting it back in her mouth, rifling through her pockets.
Buttons? Check.
Lint? Check.
Lighter? You better believe it.
She found what she was looking for, her five dollar bill and headed into the nearest coffee shop, ditching her cigarette and ordering the cheapest thing on the menue, the small hot chocolate. Yes, she was more of a coffee girl, but she didn't quite have the money the people around her did. You could tell to, but she wasn't one to care. Well, appear to care anyway.
Once she had added more milk to the mix of things, Jamie walked over to what looked like the only available seat in the shop, but she was rather focused on figuring out what the hell she was doing in New York.