Post by Kerr MacCloud on Jan 19, 2011 2:46:07 GMT -5
Freedom, that was what he felt here. It was funny, he thought, where he could find freedom in the most dingiest of places in London. Still the boarding house seemed stuffed to the brim and even the nearby parks had felt stuffy. Kerr had felt his feet carry him away from the stuffiness until he reached the docks. Here he watched men gather crates only to watch them load them onto nearby ships and remove other crates. Other people here were running back and forth with messages in their hands. Sleazy looking women were standing around on the streets, some even gathered near an entrance or two. The alleys looked even more grim with not even a lamp post to light the way. Yes, definitely funny how his mind thought this wasn’t stuffy.
With a soft sigh he finds himself a crate that was off of the street and away from the loading dock and sat on it. Today he were a simple white shirt with the frills running down the front and the classic pair of dark coloured pants. His silver cross hangs elegantly from his neck, hidden by the collar of his shirt. His shoes were kicked off and set beside him on the crate to let his feet breathe. Even with him as simply dressed as he was, Kerr still found himself being asked how much for a night and whether he was free after work. The look of disgust on his face didn’t even deter half of the people asking him. For some people, it only seemed to draw them in more.
Even with all of this happening, Kerr still felt more peace here than in the boarding house. And it was just growing dark, he had sat out on the docks for the entire day. His skin was flushed slightly from being exposed to the sun so much. Kerr decided that as long as nothing bad happened, he would be out here to the docks again next week.
With a soft sigh he finds himself a crate that was off of the street and away from the loading dock and sat on it. Today he were a simple white shirt with the frills running down the front and the classic pair of dark coloured pants. His silver cross hangs elegantly from his neck, hidden by the collar of his shirt. His shoes were kicked off and set beside him on the crate to let his feet breathe. Even with him as simply dressed as he was, Kerr still found himself being asked how much for a night and whether he was free after work. The look of disgust on his face didn’t even deter half of the people asking him. For some people, it only seemed to draw them in more.
Even with all of this happening, Kerr still felt more peace here than in the boarding house. And it was just growing dark, he had sat out on the docks for the entire day. His skin was flushed slightly from being exposed to the sun so much. Kerr decided that as long as nothing bad happened, he would be out here to the docks again next week.