Post by Jack Orson Lantern on Apr 1, 2017 22:41:05 GMT -5
Jack liked his new town and his new job. He was pretending to be emancipated from his parents and so, he was able to get a pretty sweet gig as a radio show host. He got to play the music he wanted, talk about the stuff he wanted to discuss and every friday night, he would read a book live on the air with sound effects and other people to play certain characters. He was having the time of his life! But he didn't have to report to work until around four pm that evening, so he had plenty of time to shop at the mall in Port Angeles. He liked the tiny town, he lived right off the coast and he got his apartment room cheap because the only window directly faced another building. What did he care about the view? He was blind! Why pay for a view that he couldn't see?
The boy was wearing his favorite new shirt and in one hand, he carried his walking cane. He didn't need it, but it was more for other people than anything else. If they saw a guy like him walking around and asked him what something said or where a directory was, he wouldn't be able to tell them. They'd ask why. He'd have to admit he was blind. They'd wonder how he got around without a walking cane. The cane was perfectly straight and he held it by a strap around his wrist and a padded handle and swept it at shoulder's width from side to side in front of himself. People never looked twice at him.
His pale, milky foggy green eyes were hidden behind his round shades and as he walked into a store, he sniffed the air. He knew exactly which one this way based on the scent alone. It was a middle end clothing store. Nothing extremely fancy, but they clothing and shoes and things also weren't anything you'd find at a walmart or target. As he walked along, he confidently got a cart and began walking around, pulling it behind him with one hand, leading with the staff with the other. He'd stop after every few racks and feel the fabric with his fingers first. Then, he'd run his hands over it. That was how he inspected his things. Only after he'd chosen clothes based on how they felt, would he ask someone if they matched. Sometimes people were jerks and he'd wind up buying a hot pink shirt and bright green pants, but he'd wear them anyway. But most of the time, people were nice.
When his cart had several potential outfits in it, he approached someone at random, hoping they were nice. "Excuse me, can I get your opinion on something for just a little bit?" he asked with a bright smile.
The boy was wearing his favorite new shirt and in one hand, he carried his walking cane. He didn't need it, but it was more for other people than anything else. If they saw a guy like him walking around and asked him what something said or where a directory was, he wouldn't be able to tell them. They'd ask why. He'd have to admit he was blind. They'd wonder how he got around without a walking cane. The cane was perfectly straight and he held it by a strap around his wrist and a padded handle and swept it at shoulder's width from side to side in front of himself. People never looked twice at him.
His pale, milky foggy green eyes were hidden behind his round shades and as he walked into a store, he sniffed the air. He knew exactly which one this way based on the scent alone. It was a middle end clothing store. Nothing extremely fancy, but they clothing and shoes and things also weren't anything you'd find at a walmart or target. As he walked along, he confidently got a cart and began walking around, pulling it behind him with one hand, leading with the staff with the other. He'd stop after every few racks and feel the fabric with his fingers first. Then, he'd run his hands over it. That was how he inspected his things. Only after he'd chosen clothes based on how they felt, would he ask someone if they matched. Sometimes people were jerks and he'd wind up buying a hot pink shirt and bright green pants, but he'd wear them anyway. But most of the time, people were nice.
When his cart had several potential outfits in it, he approached someone at random, hoping they were nice. "Excuse me, can I get your opinion on something for just a little bit?" he asked with a bright smile.