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Post by László on Jun 7, 2010 12:38:32 GMT -5
While he'd finally taken that first step and decided to once and for all leave the streets, saying it was a lot easier than doing. For one, he was still at loose ends and felt it all too keenly--he needed a source of income, so that he could eventually find a place of his own. He didn't want to have to depend on someone else's hospitality forever, and though he knew that John ran the shelter specifically to help people like him, László still felt as though he were leeching, and he wanted to stop being a burden.
He had no idea how he should even start to find a normal job, though. Having been on the street since before he was even old enough to be hired for work, he really wasn't sure how you went about it. It left him feeling rather frustrated, and he'd taken up pacing from one end of the downstairs living room to the other, back and forth, a ball of nervous energy. It didn't help that he was also filled with stage fright at the thought of facing the world beyond the streets. It was still largely unfamiliar territory.
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Post by John Bristow on Jun 10, 2010 1:44:23 GMT -5
John arrived in the living room with a smile on his face, whistling a happy tune before he saw Laszlo pacing.
Plopping down on a couch behind him he cleared his throat.
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Post by László on Jun 10, 2010 14:48:02 GMT -5
Thanks to Parisian's seeming obsession with sneaking up on rentboys, László had gotten good at not being startled by it, and he was all calm (well, aside from the already existing nervous energy) when he turned to John with a faint smile.
"Hi. How's it going?"
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Post by John Bristow on Jun 10, 2010 19:25:51 GMT -5
He sighed "Donations have slowed as it's summer now, we haven't got in the coffee nor the tea we were promised from the church, but I'm sure it'll be here soon enoug-" the moment he said it there was a knock at the door. Laughing he stood up and opened the door, sure enough there was the shipment and a very solemn looking nun "Thank you Sister" he signed that he'd received it and she nodded allowing him to bring in the boxes.
"How are you by the way?" He called back at Laszlo.
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Post by László on Jun 10, 2010 21:36:44 GMT -5
"I'm...okay, I guess." He heaved a sigh.
"To be honest, I feel at loose ends."
He moved to help with the boxes as he spoke.
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Post by John Bristow on Jun 11, 2010 0:20:59 GMT -5
"Oh?" They finished bringing in the boxes soon enough and John started putting it away.
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Post by László on Jun 11, 2010 4:16:18 GMT -5
"Yeah. I...well, I meant what I said, in the jail."
As he spoke, he'd gotten quieter until his voice had grown soft, almost shy.
"About...stopping."
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Post by John Bristow on Jun 11, 2010 15:55:31 GMT -5
John nodded "Are you having trouble finding a job?"
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Post by László on Jun 11, 2010 16:08:28 GMT -5
He colored a bit.
"I, uh...don't know how. To start, I mean."
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Post by John Bristow on Jun 11, 2010 16:57:42 GMT -5
"Well" John straightened up, popping his back "do you have any skills?"
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Post by László on Jun 11, 2010 22:08:36 GMT -5
"Customer service." He said, one corner of his mouth twitching.
He wasn't really able to fight it, though, and started giggling.
"Okay but seriously...no. Not anything that's appropriate to mention, anyway."
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Post by John Bristow on Jun 11, 2010 22:43:33 GMT -5
John stopped to look at him seriously, before seconds rolled by and he couldn't stop chuckling.
"Oh, oh my" he shook his head and filled a kettle with water "okay, okay, well I've got a few friends all over the place that's always looking for employees." He turned his head slowly "The only problem we may have here Laszlo, is how many customers are going to recognize you."
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Post by László on Jun 12, 2010 14:53:40 GMT -5
László grinned at John's response to the joke, the grin softening a bit as they talked.
"Yeah, that's a problem that I keep coming back to." He said, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm sure most won't remember, or will pretend not to, but then there'll be those few..." He spread his hands in an expansive gesture.
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Post by John Bristow on Jun 12, 2010 15:06:22 GMT -5
John nodded "Yea."
He'd run in to this issue before, a young lady whom he'd helped a few years prior, got a job working in a restaurant. One evening a group of young men came in, and the oldest one recognized her, he pointed her out, and after a night of cat calls and come on's when she all ready had informed them she no longer did this, they caused an uproar and told the manager what she was and refused to come there again.
They of course made it look as though they'd only just seen her before, not that they'd been customers.
She lost her job and she went back to the streets the next night.
He didn't want to see Laszlo in that situation, he knew if any one could do it, it could be him. He had such an unshakable faith, that it even scared him a bit. "Well then we must find you a place out of the public eye" he nodded and started rolling through names of places that had taken a few of his people in.
For a moment, John couldn't remember quite so well whether... "Can you read?"
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Post by László on Jun 12, 2010 15:15:13 GMT -5
"Definitely."
There was no small amount of pride in his voice--László had, unlike his peers, striven toward some kind of learning, and scant though such things had been on the streets, he'd made certain that he could at least read and write. It had given him an edge, before.
"I knew some before I ran away from home, and I just kept at it...although I can guarantee my handwriting is horrible."
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