Pt. 9 Tired

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The object (a hanger) opened up the door to Four, "I'm so sorry ma'am, it's just, a  rabid dog is chasing me, and it's getting pretty late,--*huff*--" He panted. "Yea' yea' just hurry up an' getin'." Replied Hanger?

When Four walked in, everything looked old and ratchet,   walls? run-down.  floors? Jacked up. Chairs? Messed Up. House? Ghetto. Hotel? Triviago--(jkimsorry)*    

There were cockroaches running back and forth all across the cieling, most of the furniture was old and mis-matching, most of the interior and decór of the house was light colored, or had a light color scheme, making the stains, mold, dirt, grime, ect. more noticable.

Hanger: *Gross Cough* Whatcha' doin' roun' these area's eh?

The hanger looked tired, angry, and mainly unpleased. Four himself had to think about as to where he was and why. But he was so tired he could barely think straight. He didn't know where he was, and he couldn't entirely remember as to why he was where he was. It took him a while to remember.

Four: Ah yes, uuummmm...I'm lost and I've to this land to find the one I love. I'm on a journy to find him again. I will find him. I MUST find him. 

Hanger: Love struck young people.  Gross." As she said in her raspy voice.

"Ya' clealy' don' know how things work roun' hea'" "This the' ghetto areas'.  We don' take to outsidas' very well." "However, you seem like a good kid, you pretty-boy, Seem's like ya got good ambitions. The young people hea' plan on' shootin' up school's n' edgy junk like that."

"I guess ya could stay the night.    ONE NIGHT ONLY YA' HEARD?'"

Four was a little shOOk, but he vividly responded with a "Yes Ma'am!" and although he was a little scared, he was generally thankful that this object was willing to let him stay over. Especially for in the area that he was in. (The ghetto).

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