Get Back Here ! (( Lars // Emmanuel ))

[Lars Van Dyke]

Lars stood on the corner of the gritty downtown neighborhood; leaning against a wall decorated in numerous, illegible graffiti. A cigarette was dangling between pale lips as he took a long, winded drag, allowing the smoke to descend from his lips like a waterfall, golden eyes watching it dissipate into thin, night air.

The night could not have gone anymore slowly, in the Dutchman's mind. So far, he had only averaged around two hundred dollars as a stereotypical shady character approached him for heroine. Lars had the tiny bottle in his hand, while his customer had the respective amount of money in his own. They shook hands, subtly exchanging what they had to out of the view from the cops. And now, the Dutchman made four hundred.

Still, an hour passed. And 'Van' s business didn't seem to be going in his favor today. His golden, sunned irises narrowed in frustration, before releasing a shuddered sigh. Perhaps a change in scenery would do, no ?

This began tearing down on the Dutchman's patience.

He familiarly turned all of the rights, lefts and corners as he began making his way to the docks, hoping the odds were for him and his transactions would be a bit more lively..

[Emmanuel Perez]

The gritty crunch of the dirt under his worn out sneakers grated on his nerves. but there wasn't much Emmanuel could do about it.The only other option would be to go barefoot, at least it would muffle the sound. But not even he was stupid enough to do that...at least, not again. in these particular streets, the amount of finely shattered glass littering the alleys and dirty sidewalks was enough to turn someone's feet to ground beef in minutes.

'Course, the weather was also working against that idea.. he was already shivering in the only jacket that he possessed, it'd take either un idiota o un loco[[an idiot or someone crazy]] to go barefoot. Emmanuel cursed faintly under his breath as he shivered again. No era su culpa[[It wasn't his fault]], of course, that he was in such a dark mood. Tonight hadn't been going as well as he'd hoped. He hadn't been able to hit any houses tonight, and the only things in his pocket besides his makeshift lock-picks were irritability and a rising depression. He needed money, and he needed it now hunger was fast becoming his best friend and he couldn't continue stealing random junk food from gas stations, it was too risky, even in a place like this.

It was in times like this that he'd find other ways of....distracting himself from his disappointment and growling stomach, pero como todo bueno en el mundo[[but like anything good in the world]], any hit of any God-blessed drug cost money as well.

Emmanuel sighed, the crunch of underfoot heavy in his ears as wandered the
dark sidewalks of the docks, his last resort for the night.

"Tengo que encontrar algo hoy[]...I will find something." He promised himself lowly.

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[[So, I also included the translations right next to the Spanish, cuz Hera said that maybe not everyone would understand it. That okay?]]