Carsey Eviness
Jun 17th, 2003, 09:17:09 AM
It was so warm, so warm in there. And he was so cold, so cold out here. Just an hour, that was all he needed. An hour of real sleep, of warm and uninterrupted sleep. Carsey Eviness looked hungrily at the Jedi temple. He crept as soundlessly as he could through the surrounding gardens, shivering in his grease-and-sweat soaked muscle tee and tattering flight pants. His hands were held underneath his armpits for warmth, but still they remained numb.
Silently he hid behind a bush, noting that it made relatively good shelter, and watched as two late walkers made their way into the building, talking quietly amongst themselves. Carsey wasted no time after they entered, sticking his hand in the door space so that it wouldn’t close. It bounced back on his hand, and the lad let out an animalistic cry as his skin was bruised and pierced. But the heat from the inside made him forget it almost instantaneously, and he stepped inside.
“Oh…”
An ecstatic exclamation left his chapped lips softly and he closed his eyes. They teared up immediately, dried out from the wind outside, and the salty drops fell as the lids were lifted again. Carsey walked down the hall experimentally. No one seemed to be coming. The young man flipped his greasy hair from his face and staggered over to a corner of stone, curling up in it gratefully with his hands between his legs.
Inside, the smell of the urchin was stronger, most likely from the temperature. The sour, putrid stench poured off the seventeen year old like water; it was a common trait among those that made their homes in the lower levels. Down there it was almost like a sign of prestige. The worse it was, the worse you were and that brought a certain amount of respect from the alley slingers.
“Have you heard about the big strong man? He lived in a caravan…”
Silently he hid behind a bush, noting that it made relatively good shelter, and watched as two late walkers made their way into the building, talking quietly amongst themselves. Carsey wasted no time after they entered, sticking his hand in the door space so that it wouldn’t close. It bounced back on his hand, and the lad let out an animalistic cry as his skin was bruised and pierced. But the heat from the inside made him forget it almost instantaneously, and he stepped inside.
“Oh…”
An ecstatic exclamation left his chapped lips softly and he closed his eyes. They teared up immediately, dried out from the wind outside, and the salty drops fell as the lids were lifted again. Carsey walked down the hall experimentally. No one seemed to be coming. The young man flipped his greasy hair from his face and staggered over to a corner of stone, curling up in it gratefully with his hands between his legs.
Inside, the smell of the urchin was stronger, most likely from the temperature. The sour, putrid stench poured off the seventeen year old like water; it was a common trait among those that made their homes in the lower levels. Down there it was almost like a sign of prestige. The worse it was, the worse you were and that brought a certain amount of respect from the alley slingers.
“Have you heard about the big strong man? He lived in a caravan…”