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| A new start I guess, no - that sounds too cheesy. | Started by: Bob_Belcher on Jun 22, '16 17:15 |
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Living in the city of Chicago, Bob takes his first steps into the great unknown - looking at how his fathers life went so wrong, Bob seeks out what he can to make his right, "Err, excuse me, sir? Do you know where ther-," Bob pauses for a second as he realises that the person he was trying to get attention is turning a corner right past him, "Oh, he's gone.." Finding a small apartment, with little insurance money from his failed business, he sets himself down with a new life planned for him - putting up a picture with Linda and his kids onto the nightstand, Bob covers himself with a coffee stained quilt as springs hook onto his body looking up at the ceiling, deciding on what he can do next - the only thing he's good at cooking is burgers - but he'll have to rely on other methods to survive the week. With an unshaven beard and greased stained t-shirt and slack pants - Bob takes to the streets breathing in the Chicago air, 'Kinda smells like gene,' Bob thinks to himself as a trash can sits next to him. |
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Damut was walking to a local diner when he noticed a man in a stained shirt, looking hungry. It wasnt long ago that he was in the same position. Damut walked towards the man. "Have we met?" Damut asked the man. "You look familiar." The man looked surprised that a stranger would stop to speak to him. "No i dont believe so, my name is Bob_Belcher " "Well bob, i was just on my way to eat. Care to join me? Its on me." |
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| Reply by: Damut at Jun 23, '16 00:28 | |
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Hearing his stomach rumble, Bob takes up Damuts offer, "Err, yeah sure - your not going to rob me or anything, right?" Bob pauses before speaking again, "'cause I heard that happens," Looking side to side his stomach proceeds to rumble again - Bob decides to follow Damut, sighing. |
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| Reply by: Bob_Belcher at Jun 23, '16 10:45 | |
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Damut tried not to let his amusement show. "I dont think you need to worry friend. You dont look like youve got two cents to rub together. You wont be anybodys target. Plus all the thieves prefer little old ladies who can defend themselves." Damut continued walking to the diner. When it came into view he grinned internally. This was his favorite business in the city. He came here himself when he was just a broke punk. Cheap but good coffee and the best cheesesteaks around. The sign read 'Granny Max's' where he was sure gran would be serving them personally. Once they were sat down and were being waited on to order damut asked- "what'll you be having bob? The cheesesteaks are the best around, and their pies are to die for." |
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| Reply by: Damut at Jun 23, '16 22:10 | |
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Sat down, Bob looks towards Damut, "I'm new in town, I guess i'll take your word for it," Looking humble, Bob stops as he waits for Demuts reply - twiddling with the things in front of him like a child he accidentally drops the paper menu on the floor - immediately going for it and putting it back on the table - looking towards Demut and the menu - he realises the menu isn't straight, moving his hand awkwardly towards it and messing with it. |
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| Reply by: Bob_Belcher at Jun 26, '16 12:44 | |
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