Post by Deleted on May 24, 2022 14:51:08 GMT -5
Deacon had parked his motorcycle outside, he had recently arrived in Los Eurosia, it has been only a couple of days since he first came into town and so far he didn't really have time to go grocery shopping. He had to watch over the repairshop, take care of the moving and of course keep his eyes and ears in town, learn who called the shots, rival gangs, and pretty much anyone that could give the MC some trouble and that includes any gifted that he happens to encounter that may or may not be a thorn on their side.
He hasn't been in line with his mission yet. While he did keep an eye on the repair shop and the underworld of Los Eurosia, there was more he could have done to further the MCs goals, but this town has a strange lure to it. Whenever he tries to focus something whisks his attention away, be it bumping into someone or some activity in town. Or maybe it is a problem within himself, or not a problem at all. Deacon has to find himself somehow, or solidify his current status as a nomad.
He was wearing his usual getup, a white shirt and a jeans jacket with the sleeves ripped off, on his back there was the patches of his MC "Shoulder Devils", two little devils circling a flaming skull. Dark pants and leather boots. Can't forget his sunglasses that by this point are his "second pair of eyes", even when he isn't wearing them they're still part of his clothing, either being on the pocket of his jacket or on his shirt. This time he had it on, his hair slicked back.
Pushing a cart down the aisle he browsed his options. As much as he is a pizza and beer kind of guy, its always good to stock up as sometimes he likes eating something a little special, either a recipe he found on the internet or something he used to cook for his brothers when he was younger. After all there is nothing better than a homecooked meal.
Grocery shopping isn't on his list for favorite activities but they're also not on his shitlist so far, there is something relaxing about planning your next meals, thinking of the delights that will come up from these ingredients, or just looking foward to opening this pack of beer. Deacon didn't suffer with the usual chitchat at the grocery store as people usually avoided a guy dressed like he was, he was free to roam the aisles without bumping into the average lost dad or the karem.
In a way, it was paradise.
@mystic
He hasn't been in line with his mission yet. While he did keep an eye on the repair shop and the underworld of Los Eurosia, there was more he could have done to further the MCs goals, but this town has a strange lure to it. Whenever he tries to focus something whisks his attention away, be it bumping into someone or some activity in town. Or maybe it is a problem within himself, or not a problem at all. Deacon has to find himself somehow, or solidify his current status as a nomad.
He was wearing his usual getup, a white shirt and a jeans jacket with the sleeves ripped off, on his back there was the patches of his MC "Shoulder Devils", two little devils circling a flaming skull. Dark pants and leather boots. Can't forget his sunglasses that by this point are his "second pair of eyes", even when he isn't wearing them they're still part of his clothing, either being on the pocket of his jacket or on his shirt. This time he had it on, his hair slicked back.
Pushing a cart down the aisle he browsed his options. As much as he is a pizza and beer kind of guy, its always good to stock up as sometimes he likes eating something a little special, either a recipe he found on the internet or something he used to cook for his brothers when he was younger. After all there is nothing better than a homecooked meal.
Grocery shopping isn't on his list for favorite activities but they're also not on his shitlist so far, there is something relaxing about planning your next meals, thinking of the delights that will come up from these ingredients, or just looking foward to opening this pack of beer. Deacon didn't suffer with the usual chitchat at the grocery store as people usually avoided a guy dressed like he was, he was free to roam the aisles without bumping into the average lost dad or the karem.
In a way, it was paradise.
@mystic