Post by Jacob Adams on Aug 2, 2016 17:57:55 GMT
It felt like he was always on his way to or from work. Maybe because he had little else to do, considering he didn't actually get on until the evening, and it was just barely becoming afternoon when he'd set of, dressed just like the next guy and carrying a small backpack with his so called “workclothes”. Sitting at home was boring, and he'd slept enough. Of course, walking around aimlessly got tiresome after a while, too. It was way more fun than in Mississippi, mind you, where all the cows looked more or less the same after a while. Jackson could be fun, but not after ten years of wandering the same streets over and over again. Here, he could talk to every person he met, and still meet new people every day. It fit him better.
Still, he'd sat down at a bus stop for a while, daydreaming away when someone caught his eye. Before any kind of sense of social barrier took hold of him, he sprung up excitedly, taking half a step in order to get close enough to speak to her. “Holy shit! You're the Devil's Prophet!” he exclaimed, looking thrilled. It didn't take him more than a second to realize he'd spoken before thinking again. “Shit, sorry, that was rude. I'm from Mississippi. My town was... a craphole, to be honest. I was part of the Devils crew too, but I didn't get to be a prophet.. so, you know. Could have been worse.” he explained himself while at the same time trying to think of her actual name. As if to make it even more clear how much he was from Mississippi, he didn't bother to cover up his dialect the way he'd grown accustomed to doing. Probably made him sound even more like a bigot.“... Blaise, right?” he managed after a while, looking ashamed and joyful at the same time. After all, gay representation in media was scarce overall, and when it managed to make its way onto the lips of people in his shithole, that was awesome. Even if it hadn't been very well-recieved.
