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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 18:32:34 GMT -5
Isaac sighed as he pushed his last three quarters into the vending machine that had been set against the wall outside the hotel. A buck fifty for a can of Coke Classic was complete and utter bullshit, but he was thirsty and he had a thing against motel tap water. He just didn't trust the possibilities of what might be floating around in it. Of course, buying this drink now meant that he was out of laundry money, and that wasn't a good thing because he was running out of clean clothes. He'd have to hustle a game of pool or two tomorrow, or maybe even go the whole street musician route. He hated doing that, but it made the best money for him.
He pushed the button indicating his selection, listened to the hum of the machine, and watched as... nothing happened. His eyebrows drew together in annoyance as he slammed his palm against the button, again resulting in nothing. Isaac double-checked to be sure the empty indicator light wasn't on, confirmed that it wasn't, and began repeatedly pressing the Coke button with increasing frustration.
After a minute, he finally gave up, forcing himself to relax because letting his anger get the best of him wouldn't exactly be a wise idea. There were quite a few cars in the small parking lot, which meant other patrons at the place, and he couldn't take a chance on hurting someone by letting himself get out of control. "God damn it!" he swore loudly, turning around and leaning his back against the offending machine, his eyes closed as he mentally tried to talk himself down.
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Post by Chris Anderson on Oct 29, 2013 15:27:19 GMT -5
INFINITY (n.) the state of being limitless 
It had been a rather long night and Chris wasn't sure if he really wanted to leave his motel room yet. He let out a small sigh as his blue eyes stared up at the ceiling. He could tell that it was stained from cigarette smoke, of course he already knew this. This wasn't the first time Chris had stayed at this motel, having stopped quite a few times when passing through. He knew this place was rather old... Well not too old by his standards but still. After a few more minutes he finally sat up off of the bed and looked around the room, deciding maybe he should get ready to leave. However first he decided he should eat a little something so he grabbed his bag which sat at the end of the bed. Scooting closer his legs fell on either side of the bag and he opened it. Sticking his hand in he quickly pulled it back out, pulling out a small box of pecan rolls. He quietly ate a few then put it back, thinking that wasn't much of food but really didn't care too much at the moment. Chris stood slowly and walked over to the window, looking out at his beautiful baby to make sure it was okay. His red mustang sat in front of his room, the sun shining down and making her shine. He smiled slightly then went over to his bag, quickly zipping it up and putting it over his shoulder.
Pulling out his car keys he quickly walked out of his motel room, B-lining his way to the office to turn in his key. Upon getting inside he got caught up with the room clerk, laughing and doing small chit chat before finally making it out somewhere between fifteen and twenty minutes later. As Chris walked slowly back to his car he had a smile on his face, feeling in a rather good mood today. His eyes quickly shifted from his car to a man at a Coke machine when he hit it and shouted. Chris furrowed his brow and decided to go walk on over. Upon approaching the man he slowed down, not getting really into his personal space.
"Hello... Is everything alright?"
Chris furrowed his brow slightly, obviously knowing that the man was having trouble with the machine.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 15:38:18 GMT -5
His eyes snapped open when he heard the man's voice and he raised his hand to his forehead as if saluting, trying to block out the sun as he squinted in the guy's direction. "Ah, just these, stupid machines," he said, shaking his head a little, feeling a mildly embarrassed that he had drawn someone's attention by getting pissed off about a soda. He pushed off of the machine and turned around to face it, frowning as he pushed the coin return button a few times only to result in nothing more than his empty pockets. He sighed and muttered, "Damn it."
Isaac took a couple of steps back and stared at the offending machine. Not only did this mean he didn't get the simple drink that he wanted, he had also given up dryer money. Which meant that he was going to hang or lay his clothes out to dry and he really hated doing that. He was probably going to have to settle for hustling a game of pool, which was dangerous when he had no money to gamble with but then again, if a fight broke out, there weren't a lot of guys who could take him thanks to his enhanced strength and agility, and if one could, it was mighty suspicious. At this point, he would welcome a hunt because the past week had been too uneventful. A faulty soda machine was the first thing to get his blood pumping at all and that was just ridiculous.
With a sigh he blinked out of his thoughts and turned to look at the guy again, but this time, now that his vision had cleared from the initial intruding glare of the sunlight in his eyes, he spotted the beautiful red Mustang parked in the near distance. Considering there were only two other cars parked there aside from this one and his own pickup, he thought it was a good chance that he was the owner. "Wow. Nice ride. Yours?"
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