by Wolvine » Thu Sep 19, 2013 1:44 am
OOC: Yo I suck
The daylight poured through the holes in the cheap blinds, illuminating the dark room by a fraction. Slowly, reluctantly, the young man sat up and gazed around him, accepting, as he did every morning since the Scorpions, that this was not all just a dream, that this was reality. Easing himself off the ratty mattress that was his bed, he clothed himself before making his way through to the living room that doubled as a kitchen. He was not surprised to spot his flatmate on the couch, passed out. Bypassing the unsavoury man altogether, Kay grabbed himself a piece of bread before walking out the door. He had work to do, after all. Today was the day of the heist.
Miguel gave a long yawn, looking out over the city. Yes. This was alright. He could do this. He could try and protect his home, even when he was rejected and cast aside. Hands on his back, he turned around, moving one hand to rub at his face before passing it through his hair. It was early morning still, and he usually wasn't up this early, but he couldn't help it. Today was his first day on the (self appointed) job.