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Date: 11/17/2001 6:53:35 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Im CecilBDementd
To: Im CecilBDementd
Title: choose life
author: Zwibbis
rating: PG
character: Mark Renton
summary: mark makes a new friend; a simple detail to the story
this is a small chapter. I'll try as much as I can to keep up. imcecilbdementd@aol.com
Pt 2
A town slowly came into view as the train became far behind me. A long, busy road sloped downhill before me, complete from side to side with buildings and townhouses, cars and people. Hesitantly I continued to travel down the foreign road, glancing in all directions. I saw a women smoking in front of a building, dressed in fishnets and a red boa. On another side, a drunk, homeless man was shouting out bible quotes for money.
"Where am I?" I whispered to myself. I then shivered as a small wind blew up my spine, and I needed some place warm to get to.
I entered a small cafe, the smell of cigarettes filled the air, tempting me. But somehow I didn't have the ability to ask someone I didn't know for a smoke, I was too set on finding out how I would get out of this mess.
"What c'n I get for ya sir?" a small woman asked me, as soon as I sat at a table. She was somewhat haggard, tired. I just replied,
"Um, nothing for now. What town am I in if you don't mind me asking?"
She looked at me strangely and replied, "Well I guess it's not that important if you didn't even bother to learn the name." She sneered and spun off towards the counter. The people were somewhat unusual here, staring off into space like lost souls, waiting patiently for their judgment time. To make eye contact with one of these people made me shiver and lower my head.
Suddenly a young man maybe twenty or so sat in the table next to me and smiled.
"You look a bit lost, aye?" he lacked the certain eerieness the rest of the towns people gave off, and offered hospitality instead. He was skinny, and somewhat smelly, but who was I to judge?
"Uh, yeah. I actually passed out and was robbed and woke up on a train in this town." I said calmly, hoping not to get the same reaction as the waitress.
He laughed, in a friendly way. "That's a great excuse, it's worked every time."
"What about you?"
"Me? I've lived here all my life. Feel pity for me, when your born in a place like this, you never get out. I'm Eric," he extended his small, dirty hand.
"Mark, Mark Renton." I shook it, firmly.
"Wow, a last name. Pretty classy."
"What do you mean by that?"
"never mind, hey, you probably don't have a place to stay or anything, wanna hang with me and a couple friends for a while? We don't have much, but we could offer some tips if your gonna be here for a while."
"Oh, thanks, but I don't plan on being here for a while."
"Oh, yea? How you gonna get away? You got a car?"
"No."
"Money? Job? Clothes? A plan?"
"No, no, no," I sank back in my chair and smiled.
"Well, a little advice, you can't hitchhike for nothin' in this town. Come on, you'll be fine if ya stick with me." And together we left the cafe, me suspicious as to what we would do, him simply happy to have found a new friend.
Date: 11/17/2001 6:53:35 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: Im CecilBDementd
To: Im CecilBDementd
Title: choose life
author: Zwibbis
rating: PG
character: Mark Renton
summary: mark makes a new friend; a simple detail to the story
this is a small chapter. I'll try as much as I can to keep up. imcecilbdementd@aol.com
Pt 2
A town slowly came into view as the train became far behind me. A long, busy road sloped downhill before me, complete from side to side with buildings and townhouses, cars and people. Hesitantly I continued to travel down the foreign road, glancing in all directions. I saw a women smoking in front of a building, dressed in fishnets and a red boa. On another side, a drunk, homeless man was shouting out bible quotes for money.
"Where am I?" I whispered to myself. I then shivered as a small wind blew up my spine, and I needed some place warm to get to.
I entered a small cafe, the smell of cigarettes filled the air, tempting me. But somehow I didn't have the ability to ask someone I didn't know for a smoke, I was too set on finding out how I would get out of this mess.
"What c'n I get for ya sir?" a small woman asked me, as soon as I sat at a table. She was somewhat haggard, tired. I just replied,
"Um, nothing for now. What town am I in if you don't mind me asking?"
She looked at me strangely and replied, "Well I guess it's not that important if you didn't even bother to learn the name." She sneered and spun off towards the counter. The people were somewhat unusual here, staring off into space like lost souls, waiting patiently for their judgment time. To make eye contact with one of these people made me shiver and lower my head.
Suddenly a young man maybe twenty or so sat in the table next to me and smiled.
"You look a bit lost, aye?" he lacked the certain eerieness the rest of the towns people gave off, and offered hospitality instead. He was skinny, and somewhat smelly, but who was I to judge?
"Uh, yeah. I actually passed out and was robbed and woke up on a train in this town." I said calmly, hoping not to get the same reaction as the waitress.
He laughed, in a friendly way. "That's a great excuse, it's worked every time."
"What about you?"
"Me? I've lived here all my life. Feel pity for me, when your born in a place like this, you never get out. I'm Eric," he extended his small, dirty hand.
"Mark, Mark Renton." I shook it, firmly.
"Wow, a last name. Pretty classy."
"What do you mean by that?"
"never mind, hey, you probably don't have a place to stay or anything, wanna hang with me and a couple friends for a while? We don't have much, but we could offer some tips if your gonna be here for a while."
"Oh, thanks, but I don't plan on being here for a while."
"Oh, yea? How you gonna get away? You got a car?"
"No."
"Money? Job? Clothes? A plan?"
"No, no, no," I sank back in my chair and smiled.
"Well, a little advice, you can't hitchhike for nothin' in this town. Come on, you'll be fine if ya stick with me." And together we left the cafe, me suspicious as to what we would do, him simply happy to have found a new friend.
