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[crotcharrow]

Who: Tommy Shepherd and YOOOU
Where: All over L.A.
When: NOW
What: Tommy's finally able to get back up on his feet and explore the city he's been stranded in for two weeks. He seriously needs to stretch his legs and get a decent meal.
Warnings: Tommy has a dirty mouth, and has to steal stuff to eat and clothe himself but other than that nothing too bad.


It felt amazing to be out in the fresh air again. He could smell the salt from the nearby ocean on the wind as he stood in the chilly February air, with nothing more than a pair of jeans and a dirty looking hoodie on his person. He'd not had that many belongings to his name before he got taken into the depths of TRIDENT, but he certainly had nothing now. Nothing but the clothes on his back and a beat up sofa in an abandoned warehouse that he could call 'home'. It's about time he fixed that.

But first thing was first. Time to use up some of that energy that had bottled itself up by being cooped up inside for two weeks.

He's not sure how far he ran. Probably almost every street in the city. By the end of the day he has to carry his shoes because he's worn holes through them and has to walk to stop from tearing his feet up. But it felt so amazing to have the wind rush against his face again, and nothing stopping him. Not even the ocean.

After he's pushed himself to the edge, his body makes a rather sharp complaint, and Tommy has to stop to get something to eat. But with no money, no means to earn it, and looking the way he did that was going to be a tricky endeavour. But he'd find a way. He was still fast enough to avoid being seen swiping things off market stalls.

After he's eaten, and after finding and breaking into a charity clothing drop and finding himself some cleaner clothes and a fresh pair of shoes, he goes about going into shops, offering his services. He mostly goes to pizza places and the like--things that needed speedy delivery--to try and make some quick cash.

It was going to be a long day.

[feel free to make a threadstarter! Tommy can literally be anywhere in the city and will be whizzing about all day. I'm up for anything!]

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[crotcharrow]

He grins (he loves scaring people, which, yeah, does make him a bit of a creep. But thanks to the stunt, the balls of his feet start to sting thanks to the skid on the tarmac.

"Look, will you stop whining?" he frowns, poking one of her bags with his foot. Okay, maybe he felt a little bad. "Not a creep, okay? Maybe if you ask nice, I might help."

[bombsheltered]

"You should help anyway," Milly objects. She's certainly not about to beg this guy to do what's right -- she can pick her things up by herself if she really needs to, thank you very much! Her gaze falls down to where he's nudging a bag with his foot and she frowns.

"What happened to your shoes?" she asks in total bewilderment.

[crotcharrow]

That gets her an eyeroll and he just shoves his hands into his pockets and looks at her like she's the one being the petulant child. But she manages to derail his mind before he can retort and make the situation worse.

"Stopping to make sure I didn't kill you or whatever kinda burned holes in them," he shrugs, glancing over to where he'd abandoned the sole-less shoes.

"And it's not like I have more than one pair."

[bombsheltered]

"Well, maybe if you didn't insist on speeding everywhere -- " Milly starts, a little obnoxiously, but she brings herself up short, her expression suddenly shifting gears. Suddenly, she's looking at Tommy in a whole different light.

"You only have one pair of shoes?"

[crotcharrow]

Oh great, now she's pitying him. He scrunches his nose up irritably and looks down at her with a rough shrug.

"Not anymore."

[bombsheltered]

TOO LATE, TOMMY. You have just boarded the well-meaning Milly pity train and there is no getting off now. Milly looks at him with obvious concern, her brow knit, a little frown on her face.

"Did something happen to you...?"

[crotcharrow]

He rolls his eyes rather pointedly and groans.

"Does it matter? I just don't got any more shoes, okay?"

[bombsheltered]

"Of course it matters!" Milly looks at him, almost shocked. "Of course it does...it'd be so selfish of me to whine about all of this new stuff being knocked to the ground at someone who's less fortunate!"

So now it's whining. Before when she'd thought he was just some rude guy with no regard for anyone else, that had been different! Then she was totally the victim. But now she's got the look of someone who's just found a stray cat that absolutely does not want to go home with anyone, and she is going to take him home with her. In a manner of speaking.

[crotcharrow]

He snorts, shoving his hands into his pocket.

"It was pretty selfish anyway," he smirks, raising an eyebrow. But he doesn't like the way she's staring at him, and almost edges away when his expression drops back to scowling.

"I'm not less fortunate! Stop looking at me like I'm a hobo."

That's not entirely accurate, some would say squatting in an abandoned warehouse and stealing your food is pretty hobo.

[bombsheltered]

"Nobody said hobo," Milly says indignantly, a little bit of color rising to her cheeks. Man, this guy can be a real jerk, even when someone's being nice to him! "But...well, you know...if you need new shoes..."

[crotcharrow]

He gives her a deadpan expression.

"You might s'well said it," he huffs, fumbling with his fingers in his pocket for lack of something else to do.

"I don't need nothing from nobody, okay."

[bombsheltered]

"Well, you can't walk around without shoes!" Milly says pointedly, a little exasperated. She doesn't back down, only stepping closer to stare him down with a stern frown. "I mean, what are you going to do, just run around barefoot? You can't do that!"

[crotcharrow]

He edges back, suddenly uncomfortable that she's getting all up in his grill. He doesn't look like he knows how this is happening.

"Uh, no? I don't wanna cut my feet up?" It's said like it's the most obvious thing in the planet. "I'm gonna walk." To the nearest place he can steal some new shoes.

[bombsheltered]

"You'll cut your feet up just walking, too!" Milly says in exasperation, although she has serious doubts that this guy would have the patience to just walk anywhere. "It's not safe! What if you step on glass or -- a bee or something?!"

[crotcharrow]

She'd be right. Thomas Shepherd does not walk.

"I'm gonna look where I'm going," he says, almost rolling his eyes. "And why d'you care?"

[bombsheltered]

"Oh yeah, because you're so good at that," Milly drawls before she can really stop herself, though she frowns, huffing a little at his question. "Why shouldn't I care?"

[crotcharrow]

This is getting so out of hand. God, he really wishes he had working shoes because he really just wants to bail and leave this girl shouting at herself. Her voice was starting to drill it's way into his head uncomfortably.

"You didn't five minutes ago!"