Post by Olga the Pirate on Apr 22, 2011 13:27:03 GMT -5
'I’m Gabriel. I’ve got that bed over there.'
Blue eyes followed to where the guy pointed to as he spoke. Storing the name of the third guy he'd be sharing this place with. He didn't say anything about the mess around the beds, mostly because he wasn't exactly the most clean person either. Since they had a housekeeper in the Murphy house his bed was always made and clothes always clean. A part of him thought Maria kept it that way so his dad wouldn't be able to tell when Bastian didn't sleep at home, especially after the last time when Bastian had decided to tell the man where he'd been exactly. Bad plan Batman. The guy had flipped and know Bastian where his hair long.
'So... what’s going on in the outside world?'
He shrugged his shoulders as he pushed moved his bags from the floor to the bed, ignoring the pain that shot across his chest. Though he couldn't stop his eyes watering a big. "Nothing exciting I guess," he didn't watch much television and the newspaper was dull. Going to the movies was out because the last thing he wanted to do was run into anyone that he use to know to get the looks, or someone his father knew just in case they mentioned running into him.
Blue eyes watched his bag for a moment trying to will himself to start unpacking his stuff, but he kept help but want to sulk a little bit too. No jewelry meant his mother's necklace was gone with a promise to keep it safe, and no privileges meant no guitar. The two things in the last two years that had been his, gone. His father had left him with a warning before kicking him and driving off, and if he was honest with himself it hurt that man could just leave him. Only he didn't want to go down that path.
"How do things work here?" Best he figure it out now so he could at least get his baby back. Since he walked into that office he'd been stripped of every ounce of control he'd ever had. If didn't find something to control soon he'd loose his mind.
Blue eyes followed to where the guy pointed to as he spoke. Storing the name of the third guy he'd be sharing this place with. He didn't say anything about the mess around the beds, mostly because he wasn't exactly the most clean person either. Since they had a housekeeper in the Murphy house his bed was always made and clothes always clean. A part of him thought Maria kept it that way so his dad wouldn't be able to tell when Bastian didn't sleep at home, especially after the last time when Bastian had decided to tell the man where he'd been exactly. Bad plan Batman. The guy had flipped and know Bastian where his hair long.
'So... what’s going on in the outside world?'
He shrugged his shoulders as he pushed moved his bags from the floor to the bed, ignoring the pain that shot across his chest. Though he couldn't stop his eyes watering a big. "Nothing exciting I guess," he didn't watch much television and the newspaper was dull. Going to the movies was out because the last thing he wanted to do was run into anyone that he use to know to get the looks, or someone his father knew just in case they mentioned running into him.
Blue eyes watched his bag for a moment trying to will himself to start unpacking his stuff, but he kept help but want to sulk a little bit too. No jewelry meant his mother's necklace was gone with a promise to keep it safe, and no privileges meant no guitar. The two things in the last two years that had been his, gone. His father had left him with a warning before kicking him and driving off, and if he was honest with himself it hurt that man could just leave him. Only he didn't want to go down that path.
"How do things work here?" Best he figure it out now so he could at least get his baby back. Since he walked into that office he'd been stripped of every ounce of control he'd ever had. If didn't find something to control soon he'd loose his mind.
