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The Other CityCategory: Story
Monday, 27 December 2010
05:05:02 AM (GMT)
Walk, walk, walk, walk........


'Inhale that air, that smog! What a wonderful city.....'


He meant it, no sarcasm coated his thoughts, sarcasm was saved for idiots only.

Oddly pleasant about nearly anything was common for his behavior.


Tug, tug,   "Egh" he shook his head sending that bothersome bobby pin down down down
into God knows where... 

His cold quick fingers held the place where the bobby pin slipped, with out missing a
stride he reached into his coat pocket and found a replacement. after securing his
dyed brownish red hair his hand stayed twitching with an impulse to shake his long
hair loose, out of this messy gathering of small stiff metal and over grown dead


That is to say his hair.


To thwart the thoughts his hand seemed to be having he traced his wallet chain for a

He looked up into the shop's window, tipped up his glasses and saw.......that she
wasn't here yet.


'What the fuck....'

It was he that made sure to be early so he could be late, she was always right on
time and always waited.

Once he made her wait four hours. She greeted him as always overlooking his


"Another walk around then..." 


He pounded down on the icy sidewalk a little harder than the much abused sidewalk
deserved to break up tension he was feeling. His long black boots clomping along,
knees flexing the multiple pockets of his tight jeans against him.

His teeth started grinding, so he searched the trench coat for a stick of gum or

His glasses went flying.....


He was randomly clumsy, an apology issued from his ready lips.


"Excuse me... I didn-"


"Karter!!! I'm sorry I didn't think you'd be here, you'


Karter felt his glasses being pushed at him and felt a scowl on his face.


"Angle." he placed his glasses in his pocket and snatched the girl-Angle's-sunglasses
off her face and on to his.


"You are late?" 


" I got- Iwasdelyed....." Her wide blue eyes narrowed. He didn't like to wait, was
why she assumed he was never punctual. What she didn't know was that-he did anyway.

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