Things could definitally be better however they could also be worse. Quentin was making due with what resources he had with his new life. He had been living this way for a little more over a week or so and he still wasn't used to it of course but he was making it work. He had some job interviews out there waiting for approval. As for hygiene he was doing what he could. Sneaking into gyms or locker rooms to shower.
Using public laundry mats to clean his resources and trying to get approved for food stamps. As for his appearance well.. Quentin was using his money wisely and a shaver and haircuts just wasn't worth it right now. His hair was growing longer and his once clean shaved face was now growing a beard. I mean obviously, that's how it works but it wasn't normal for Quentin's appearance as he always shaved and went for haircuts to keep his image professional.
So what was he doing now? Well, the blue eyed man was currently sitting on the hood of his car eating a small bowl of ramen that he had got from a gas station. He figured he'd kill two birds with one stone by eating the noodles for his hunger and drinking the broth for his thirst. It was... disgusting. In fact he gagged with every bite. But what choice did he have? It was this until his request for the governments help was approved.
It all seemed to be going well but money was running out. He hadn't used his credit card yet but his dollars were shortening and gas prices seemed to be raising. It made him mad to think about his ex friend. How he was probably sitting in his cabin eating whatever he wanted without lifting a finger while Quentin had to slave away on the streets just for the smallest meal. Trying to save money for gas when he really needed it the man had been walking everywhere to save fuel.
He was thin. Extremely thin and even more weak than he used to be. The limp in his leg slowly killing him as every step hurt more and more and even small breaks to rest weren't doing the pain justice. Honestly, some days he thought about giving up. Why live like this?
Who would care? He had no family, no friends and just a car and vehicles didn't have feelings so what even was the point? Well, there was two things that kept him going. Spite and revenge. Once Quentin Beck was back on his feet he'd be stronger than ever. This was just a small hiccup into the future. He was going to make Tony pay.
That sunglasses wearing bastard will regret what he's done.
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Biography | Quentin Beck
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING ATTEMPTED SA, ABUSE, AND TORTURE -~- Quentin Beck had a rough childhood, his dad talked more to his dead mom than him and when he did acknowledge the poor son it was only to bully him, which Beck already dealt with at school. Things...
