11-10-2022, 07:13 PM
They got to the back door before Raffe suggested that he change. And he did, nothing he owned was not 'rich' looking, but Cruz opted to wear the least brand name things he could find. He even donned a Methos t-shirt he'd bought when he went to see the concert with Nox. That was a hell of a night. He also some how had one of Nox's shirts he pulled over his arms, it wasn't particularly well made, and it was a bit too small for his shoulders, but he wasn't planning on buttoning it up. Jeans and combat boots he borrowed from Sage long ago completed his outfit.
And when he was ready they took the train. How else does one get to the the underworld? Definitely not by a car that spoke to the money Cruz possessed. Maybe he should dress more like Sage. He wasn't asked to change so he didn't stand out. Maybe it was the disheveled hair and the general attitude he projected. Cruz knew that Sage didn't wear anything from the local 'x'mart stores. But he didn't give off the money airs either -- he was a hacker. He knew how to blend in. Or not, as Sage zoned in and out of the conversational small talk that waxed and waned between the three friends.
They got off the train when Raffe said they were near, and they followed along. Cruz felt a strange excitement building in his gut. He'd never done anything like this. Nox had started his decent down the darker paths -- nothing overly wrong he was still a good guy at heart. But breaking and entering, sneaking out, there was a moral gray line for him and it wasn't near where most peoples were. And Sage he did nothing to improve his ascent to becoming a CEO of Jivana. He only pulled Cruz down further into the darkness. And now Cruz found his own hold. This coin wasn't much of anything, but it was a mystery and into the underworld. His own find. His own rebellion -- not one brought upon by his gift and the friends his father had thrust upon him.
This was his own folly to make or hinder. He was his own m an and this was his story.
"So this guy? Anything I should know about him before I'm shaking hands?"
And when he was ready they took the train. How else does one get to the the underworld? Definitely not by a car that spoke to the money Cruz possessed. Maybe he should dress more like Sage. He wasn't asked to change so he didn't stand out. Maybe it was the disheveled hair and the general attitude he projected. Cruz knew that Sage didn't wear anything from the local 'x'mart stores. But he didn't give off the money airs either -- he was a hacker. He knew how to blend in. Or not, as Sage zoned in and out of the conversational small talk that waxed and waned between the three friends.
They got off the train when Raffe said they were near, and they followed along. Cruz felt a strange excitement building in his gut. He'd never done anything like this. Nox had started his decent down the darker paths -- nothing overly wrong he was still a good guy at heart. But breaking and entering, sneaking out, there was a moral gray line for him and it wasn't near where most peoples were. And Sage he did nothing to improve his ascent to becoming a CEO of Jivana. He only pulled Cruz down further into the darkness. And now Cruz found his own hold. This coin wasn't much of anything, but it was a mystery and into the underworld. His own find. His own rebellion -- not one brought upon by his gift and the friends his father had thrust upon him.
This was his own folly to make or hinder. He was his own m an and this was his story.
"So this guy? Anything I should know about him before I'm shaking hands?"