Post by Dustin Kurucz on Jul 30, 2009 16:14:23 GMT -5
Dustin was one of the regulars that could be seen luring in the streets of Pinewood. Most people just assumed it was because he liked to be outdoors, though in truth it was because he lived on the streets... the outdoors was his home. Obviously, Dustin didn't have a job... at least not a respectable one. He was, though unbeknown to Pinewood, a member of the world of crime... except his crimes were mostly against other criminals. I suppose you could say he was a modern day Robin Hood, except instead of stealing from the rich to give to the poor... he took from the criminal underworld of gangs and gave to the poor. He was like a slippery eel when it came to getting out of danger, and for that reason, he was capable of making off with rather large quantities of money and not getting caught. Of course that meant he was constantly on the run, both from the police and from the world of crime, but he didn't seem to mind.
He was pretty good at keeping a low profile though. He knew all the tricks of the trade to avoid people finding out who he was. So far, the gangs really didn't know who it was that had been ripping them off. They couldn't identify him by name or by face, only by the fact that he came and went hardly without being noticed. Even as they increased their guard, he slipped in and was gone before anyone knew anything had happened. They didn't know if it was one of their own, and they didn't know if it was an outsider, all they knew was that money was disappearing in somewhat large quantities, and someone had to be taking it. Dustin quite enjoyed his little game. There were few things he was good at, but this was definitely one of them. He'd had a few run-ins where they nearly caught him, but he always managed to just barely evade them and keep both his life and his identity safe.
During the day though, he was just a regular guy, just like everyone else. Much quieter than most people, but there was nothing suspicious about him at all... or well, there usually wasn't. Lately, he'd been getting into drugs... hardcore drugs. He'd been a pot smoker for years, but with the recent turn of events, he'd been turning to harder substances in an attempt to forget them. He knew he was an addict, and he knew he should quit, but he just couldn't bring himself to. As pathetic as it may sound, quitting was too hard for him. There was no way Dustin was ever going to go to some support group or rehab or any of that sort of thing, and he was too proud to ask for help, and... well so far no one had bothered to offer him help. He was quite alone in this world. Even if Riley did want him around, and even if he did want to be around her, she could never know what had happened to him and what he had done.
He had his good days, and he had his bad days... though the bad were more frequent than the good. On the worst days he was in a constant high from all the drugs he'd taken, and still just as miserable as before, and on the best days, he wasn't high at all... though still fairly miserable. Today would be qualified as a good day, though not one of the best. He'd taken some drugs this morning, he couldn't exactly say what, but by now the high had passed, and nothing had come up to make him take more. So he was currently out just wandering around town like he normally did when he wasn't high, his two dogs, the fierce looking Pit Bull and the little black Cane Corso puppy, following along beside him. The pit bull seemed to stalk aggressively, his big head low to the ground, his lips curling up slightly when people came too close, while the puppy bounced along happily, overly eager to greet people that passed them by.
Both dogs, like Dustin in a way, were strays... they had no home. The pit, which he had taken to calling Chaos, had been quite standoffish when he first came across the dog. Despite the animal's apparent bitterness towards him, the dog started following him. Any time Dustin would try to approach her, she would back off and snarl at him, but as soon as he turned and started walking away, she would pick up a healthy trot and follow along behind him again. Dustin didn't understand what the dog was thinking, but he didn't really mind it. Then the puppy, who he had just recently found... this one was quite different. While Chaos had been bitter but in good shape, Razzle, as he called her, had been half starved and abused but was more than happy to be Dustin's best friend right away. Of course, if any owner had shown up, Dustin would have had no choice but to turn them over to their owners, but since he had seen no notice of a missing dog, he figured he might as well let them tag along.
As the trio made their way past the Bluebird Diner, Razzle spotted a person and took off in their direction wagging her tail enthusiastically, while Chaos just stopped and watched the puppy, clearly uninterested in the human that had attracted Razzle's attention. Dustin sighed and shook his head, knowing it was useless to try to call the little dog back to him. She had a mind of her own, and wasn't interested in listening to anyone. So instead of attempting to call her, he glanced down at Chaos, then turned in the direction the puppy had gone. He knew he had an apology in order, which meant he would probably have to talk to the person... and he disliked talking to anyone, let alone people he knew. He was always afraid he'd let his accent slip, and he couldn't have people knowing he was from Mexico... then if the cops ever found out it had been him and they were looking for a Caucasian Mexican... well, he'd be one of the ones who would fit that, even though he didn't look Mexican, he was by birthplace, and if anyone knew that, they could tip off the police.
He figured he was just going to have to be careful, and avoid any slip of the tongue. So he continued on over in the direction of the diner until he had reached both the other person and the dog. He reached down and picked the puppy up effortlessly, and pinning her wriggling back end between his arm and side, with his lower arm beneath her between her legs and hand on her chest. Sorry... he said, his dark eyes lifting to meet those of the other person, she gets a little unruly sometimes. He really didn't know many people, and most people had no idea who he was, which to him was a good thing. He didn't want to be well known, and he didn't want people to notice him. It was all a part of the low profile he needed to keep in order to remain out of the hands of those who would like to see him dead.
Razzle & Chaos
He was pretty good at keeping a low profile though. He knew all the tricks of the trade to avoid people finding out who he was. So far, the gangs really didn't know who it was that had been ripping them off. They couldn't identify him by name or by face, only by the fact that he came and went hardly without being noticed. Even as they increased their guard, he slipped in and was gone before anyone knew anything had happened. They didn't know if it was one of their own, and they didn't know if it was an outsider, all they knew was that money was disappearing in somewhat large quantities, and someone had to be taking it. Dustin quite enjoyed his little game. There were few things he was good at, but this was definitely one of them. He'd had a few run-ins where they nearly caught him, but he always managed to just barely evade them and keep both his life and his identity safe.
During the day though, he was just a regular guy, just like everyone else. Much quieter than most people, but there was nothing suspicious about him at all... or well, there usually wasn't. Lately, he'd been getting into drugs... hardcore drugs. He'd been a pot smoker for years, but with the recent turn of events, he'd been turning to harder substances in an attempt to forget them. He knew he was an addict, and he knew he should quit, but he just couldn't bring himself to. As pathetic as it may sound, quitting was too hard for him. There was no way Dustin was ever going to go to some support group or rehab or any of that sort of thing, and he was too proud to ask for help, and... well so far no one had bothered to offer him help. He was quite alone in this world. Even if Riley did want him around, and even if he did want to be around her, she could never know what had happened to him and what he had done.
He had his good days, and he had his bad days... though the bad were more frequent than the good. On the worst days he was in a constant high from all the drugs he'd taken, and still just as miserable as before, and on the best days, he wasn't high at all... though still fairly miserable. Today would be qualified as a good day, though not one of the best. He'd taken some drugs this morning, he couldn't exactly say what, but by now the high had passed, and nothing had come up to make him take more. So he was currently out just wandering around town like he normally did when he wasn't high, his two dogs, the fierce looking Pit Bull and the little black Cane Corso puppy, following along beside him. The pit bull seemed to stalk aggressively, his big head low to the ground, his lips curling up slightly when people came too close, while the puppy bounced along happily, overly eager to greet people that passed them by.
Both dogs, like Dustin in a way, were strays... they had no home. The pit, which he had taken to calling Chaos, had been quite standoffish when he first came across the dog. Despite the animal's apparent bitterness towards him, the dog started following him. Any time Dustin would try to approach her, she would back off and snarl at him, but as soon as he turned and started walking away, she would pick up a healthy trot and follow along behind him again. Dustin didn't understand what the dog was thinking, but he didn't really mind it. Then the puppy, who he had just recently found... this one was quite different. While Chaos had been bitter but in good shape, Razzle, as he called her, had been half starved and abused but was more than happy to be Dustin's best friend right away. Of course, if any owner had shown up, Dustin would have had no choice but to turn them over to their owners, but since he had seen no notice of a missing dog, he figured he might as well let them tag along.
As the trio made their way past the Bluebird Diner, Razzle spotted a person and took off in their direction wagging her tail enthusiastically, while Chaos just stopped and watched the puppy, clearly uninterested in the human that had attracted Razzle's attention. Dustin sighed and shook his head, knowing it was useless to try to call the little dog back to him. She had a mind of her own, and wasn't interested in listening to anyone. So instead of attempting to call her, he glanced down at Chaos, then turned in the direction the puppy had gone. He knew he had an apology in order, which meant he would probably have to talk to the person... and he disliked talking to anyone, let alone people he knew. He was always afraid he'd let his accent slip, and he couldn't have people knowing he was from Mexico... then if the cops ever found out it had been him and they were looking for a Caucasian Mexican... well, he'd be one of the ones who would fit that, even though he didn't look Mexican, he was by birthplace, and if anyone knew that, they could tip off the police.
He figured he was just going to have to be careful, and avoid any slip of the tongue. So he continued on over in the direction of the diner until he had reached both the other person and the dog. He reached down and picked the puppy up effortlessly, and pinning her wriggling back end between his arm and side, with his lower arm beneath her between her legs and hand on her chest. Sorry... he said, his dark eyes lifting to meet those of the other person, she gets a little unruly sometimes. He really didn't know many people, and most people had no idea who he was, which to him was a good thing. He didn't want to be well known, and he didn't want people to notice him. It was all a part of the low profile he needed to keep in order to remain out of the hands of those who would like to see him dead.
Razzle & Chaos
