Post by Sleep スリープ on Mar 19, 2021 0:58:09 GMT -5
He cracked his neck. He slid the palms of his hands slowly across his thighs, taking his time to feel and appreciate the worn material of his black jeans. He let out a smokey sigh and opened his eyes. He couldn't remember how long it had been, but then again, he wasn't sure if he wanted to remember anyway. Shaking thoughts of the past away, he plucked the lit ciggy from his lips and stood up.
His attention turned toward his backpack on the floor first and then toward his skateboard propped up against the wall, next to the door. His little apartment wasn't much, but it was somethin'. He took a moment to take it all in, his hands patting at himself to ensure he had everything he needed before he left. Performing the mental checklist as his fingers roamed, he marked them off one by one, starting certainly with the most important items first.
Smokes, lighter, pocket sketch pad, sharpie, keys... good enough. He nodded in response to everything he needed being accounted for, snatched his backpack full of rattle cans off the floor, slung the strap over his shoulder and stepped toward the door. He eyed his skateboard for a long moment, wondering if he should take it. At first he decided it'd help him to get around quicker, but ultimately he voted against it, knowing it was too loud for these night time operations. He wanted to be as quiet as possible, as not to draw any attention to himself or his artwork before it was finished and he was long gone from the scene.
Tracing his thumb over the partially splintered nose of the skateboard, he promised to take it out for a spin later and headed out the door. With an involuntary slam, it closed behind him and he paused for a half second, pondering whether or not he should bother locking it up. Nah, nothin' left in there worth taken anyhow he figured. He stuffed the still burning cigarette in between his lips and thumped his way down the metal stairs that lead to the parking lot below. As the soles of his worn out shoes hit the asphalt he pulled a hard drag at the smoke and looked toward the night sky over South City. It was a hell of a time to be alive. You could smell it in the air and taste it on the breeze.
With his latest drag circulating his senses, he slipped his other arm through the vacant strap on his backpack, ensuring it was all secure before he set out. The rattle cans full of paint inside were probably his most prized possessions and if anything should be lost or forgotten, he would do his damnedest to ensure it wasn't them. Feelin' like he was good to go, he moved through the small parking lot and crossed the street. He had been eying up a sweet new spot near the ramen shop where he worked and tonight was the night to put some paint on it!