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fandomtownies2011-09-10 10:35 am
dollpocalypse) wrote in fandomtownies2011-09-10 10:35 am
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The Cold, Cold Streets of Fandom | Afternoon, Despite the Dark, Dark Darkness Overhead
It was nearly the end of the lunch hour, and Topher still hadn't met his quota.
Ever since he had been turned out onto the street by his one-time benefactor, Topher had been forced to satisfy a set amount of clients per day. Despite hating every minute of it, Topher had watched as his life became an endless routine of john after john, spending endless afternoons out on the street waiting to be approached. It was miserable, and yet, The Russian wouldn't accept anything less. Topher didn't want to know what she would do if he didn't bring in enough money for the day. It would be cruel, he knew that, and he would surely end up suffering far worse than an afternoon spent on the streets.
So this afternoon found him like all the others: waiting, shivering, and contemplating the misery and despair that was his life. Maybe one day he would fall in love, he thought wistfully, and rise above the emptiness that had consumed him for so long.
Wouldn't that be nice.
[[Open! Though there will be no actual sex happening. Topher will just probably weep at anyone who tries to pick him up.]]
Ever since he had been turned out onto the street by his one-time benefactor, Topher had been forced to satisfy a set amount of clients per day. Despite hating every minute of it, Topher had watched as his life became an endless routine of john after john, spending endless afternoons out on the street waiting to be approached. It was miserable, and yet, The Russian wouldn't accept anything less. Topher didn't want to know what she would do if he didn't bring in enough money for the day. It would be cruel, he knew that, and he would surely end up suffering far worse than an afternoon spent on the streets.
So this afternoon found him like all the others: waiting, shivering, and contemplating the misery and despair that was his life. Maybe one day he would fall in love, he thought wistfully, and rise above the emptiness that had consumed him for so long.
Wouldn't that be nice.
[[Open! Though there will be no actual sex happening. Topher will just probably weep at anyone who tries to pick him up.]]
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