Post by Eri on Jan 8, 2013 23:59:24 GMT -5
Dragos sighed as yet another shopkeeper declined his questioning for a job opening. He had come to Bucharest in search of his older sister, Catina. It hadn't taken him very long to find her, but then again she had been the one to find him. It hadn't been the best of family reunions, seeing as how she had disappeared from home to avoid her family, but she hadn't forced him to go back to their hometown.
He knew now that he hadn't left home just to find his sister, but to also figure out what he wanted to do for himself. He'd always followed in his older sibling's shadows, but here he had an opportunity to start something.
Though so far he couldn't even find minimum wage.
Back home Dragos earned money taking tourists on hunting expeditions, as well as teaching kick boxing and other mixed martial arts at a local gym. Here he didn't have the funds to start another fighting school, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand sleeping on Catina's couch. He loved his sister, but somehow her 'home projects' and metalwork made their way onto the couch and into his back.
He sighed again, shoving his hands into his jean pockets as he kicked at a lone pebble. In a fit of frustration and ruffled at his dark brown curls before collapsing down on a bench.
"I swear Lucian would be laughing at me right now...not one month out of the house and I'm homeless, jobless, and penniless."
He knew now that he hadn't left home just to find his sister, but to also figure out what he wanted to do for himself. He'd always followed in his older sibling's shadows, but here he had an opportunity to start something.
Though so far he couldn't even find minimum wage.
Back home Dragos earned money taking tourists on hunting expeditions, as well as teaching kick boxing and other mixed martial arts at a local gym. Here he didn't have the funds to start another fighting school, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand sleeping on Catina's couch. He loved his sister, but somehow her 'home projects' and metalwork made their way onto the couch and into his back.
He sighed again, shoving his hands into his jean pockets as he kicked at a lone pebble. In a fit of frustration and ruffled at his dark brown curls before collapsing down on a bench.
"I swear Lucian would be laughing at me right now...not one month out of the house and I'm homeless, jobless, and penniless."