He travelled around here and there, he simply jumped onto whatever means of transport, having no idea where it was heading, every few days or weeks when he decided he needed a change of surroundings. He would then jump off at the next stop after a doing some sketching or a nap, ranging from 30 minutes to ten hours on the transportation device. He never had much money, doing whatever odd jobs he could find, it was just enough to get around for food and a place to stay.
This time after he woke up, he found himself in a big city, a sudden change of setting from the peaceful greenery of countryside and from the position of the sun, it was probably three or four in the afternoon. Giving a good stretch, popping his joints as he did so, he watched the busy everyday lives of the people down in the streets, while waiting patiently waiting for the train to roll into the next station.
Fifteen minutes later and five minutes of skillfully slipping out of the station without a ticket, he found himself in the quieter part of the noisy city, bag slung on his back and standing in front of the convenient universal restaurant- McDonalds. Buying an extra large Big Mac for his starving stomach, he made a right turn to hear a unique and sad piece of music. Feeling very curious, since this was rather unusual for such a big city- he still had no idea where he was, except that he was somewhere in Europe. He found an old Asian man, on the side of the street playing a curious oriental instrument that looked like a cross between a guitar and violin. He felt a twinge of sympathy for the old man as everyone just walked past him, not stopping to hear the music or giving the man a second glance.
Just going along with his instincts, he sat down in front of the old man and began eating his delectable feast. The old man looked up briefly with a neutral expression, not betraying his surprise, but he didn’t stop playing.
He could feel others on the street giving him odd looks, but he ignored it and enjoyed the tranquil music and his warm meal among the bustling streets. When he had filled himself up, he fished out all the money he had- a few pounds, and dropped it into the empty weaved basket. He tipped his bowled hat in a gentlemanly manner with a “Thanks”, the old man had merely nodded at him, and he was on his way again.
There's this old man who's sometimes near the Milsons Point Train Station playing this chinese instrument, and I don't really like it since its so whiny and stuff. And today there when I was going to the train station, there was this guy who was sitting on the floor next to the old man eating his burger, and he had brown hair and was very obviously non-asian, probs in his 30s or maybe 20s... I dunno I'm bad with trying to identify someone's age>.<
Though the chara in this was kinda based off this nameless chara I made up in my head. And i should have taken a picture of that... but then it would have been weird if I did, cause it would have just seemed stalkerish, and though the guy didn't look gangsterish and was going to beat up whoever dared take a picture of him... mahh whatever, i didnt even think about taking a picture until i got to the train station ^^;
Saaaa.. so happy, today I used those LSR... that's probs the wrong name... so i used those professional manual cameras and kinda learned how to use it... though I think my film is going to come up retarded, but mahh wahtever~ it was fun anyways;) I can't wait to play around with it again, and maybe one day buy my own prof cam, except if I do, I'll buy a digital one cause i've learnt the manual ones are super annoying, you have to rewind the film every single time you take a picture=3= and maybe i'll buy a small-prof-cam, if there's one...>.<
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