#ᴅᴇᴠᴇsᴘᴇʀᴛɪʟɪᴏ ( BRUCE & 1 . )

[diazblo]

@devespertilio​ , it's nice to meet you .  maybe .

  He thought it couldn't hurt to try to get a job - the sooner, the better - but no one wanted him. In most cases, just walking into a store earned him a number of wary stares and fearful hushed whispers. He won't be able to work a 'regular' job, which leaves Sean one easy answer.

  He makes his way to Crimson Lane, and luckily, he's successful. The owner of a shady pawn shop agrees to take him on, with one condition. He has to go through a hazing. And so he does; boots and fists and spit, but he passes the test and is given his first job, as well as a few bruises and cuts.

  Once Sean is back at the boardwalk, he sets out passing around fliers and nailing up a few more. His vision is blurred at the edges, and every breath feels like a knife to the lungs, but he has to get rid of all of the fliers and bring in new faces to get paid. He’s done worse - this should be nothing.

  "Excuse me..." No good. "Do you have a second to j--" After a few more people ignore him, Sean goes back to nailing up the fliers and ends up passing by a particularly rich looking man. The sight of him alone sends Sean's heart racing, but if this guy goes to the shop, surely Sean would make a decent paycheck. "Um..." His voice cracks, but he approaches anyway, flyer outstretched. "Can you... or, do you want... one?"