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In The Concrete Jungle » Places

Places in In The Concrete Jungle

This is a list of locations that can be found in In The Concrete Jungle.

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New York, NY

97 posts · 17 characters present · last post 2015-12-29 03:23:46 »


Some time before ten he found himself at the back of the M14 heading down West 14th St. towards Avenue D. It was an unusual location, not just because Avenue D was itself desolate, especially in comparison to the rest of Alphabet City which was far more gentrified and full of more things to do. There was no one place he went to all the time for his fights, but there were types of places where these things happened because they couldn't occur just anywhere. He'd gone to little clubs and bars, run down ones at that. Alleyways were common as well, but East Village? Not so much. Again, there was nothing there and he couldn't imagine where this could take place without there being a disturbance because not only was the street barren, but it was also pretty quiet. He couldn't afford any run in with the law, although it's not like that had stopped him from pursuing an occupation that was illegal on its own.

The brakes screeched as someone let themselves off. Roman kept his head pressed against the cool of the window, unmoving, but watched as the person carried along down the sidewalk until they disappeared from view. His eyes quivered closed before he forced them open for the umpteenth time. After meeting with Martinez, he'd gone back to the basement to rest for tonight. He wasn't really able to get into a deep sleep although his body had continued to crave for it as he tossed in a lethargic state of consciousness on his mattress. It had happened before and he got shit for it, but he could ride the bus forever. It was therapeutic in a way, especially later at night although it was still early enough for there to be a bustle. But he could just as easily fall asleep here too, and sometimes he came on just to get away. It wasn't often, but if he really just needed to feel like he was going somewhere, the bus provided that false perception. But now wasn't a time for escaping or even pretending to. He needed to stay awake so he wouldn't ride through the rotation. Killens lifted his head off the cool glass which had provided some relief to the throbbing in his temple. His stomach reminded him of his hunger. Initially this confused him, but then he realized that he really hadn't eaten anything except for some bread today. When he was stressed he had a tendency to lose his appetite. But what was there to be stressed about anymore? This was all routine. There weren't really too many surprises. Except for now of course because the pang in his abdomen was anything but expected. Perhaps he could find some place open on the way back, but there was no telling when that could be. Sometimes he was out for an hour and other times he was out all night.

As the bus entered East 14th, he played with the phone in his hands, somewhat hoping that it would begin to buzz with a call from Martinez telling him that Roman was no longer needed. It was sure to be a nuisance, but he really didn't want to do this. Really because he was feeling lazy and was still tired, at least that's all he would admit to himself. The bigger reason as to why he stared at his phone wishfully was because he was scared. It was dull by this point; he'd been doing this for so long, but he could feel it prodding at his feet that couldn't seem to keep still as he tapped it nervously against the ground. Of course, the phone remained silent as the bus turned right onto 140 and just moments later arrived to Avenue D. He waited until mostly everyone who was getting off had exited the bus before he finally stood up and took his time down the aisle, and then down the steps, and finally onto the sidewalk.