Talon's the name and being new to the city is the game - and by city I mean New York City. The big Apple, the city that never sleeps (but neither do I).
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Talon wants to make it in New York, like every other young 21 year old fresh out of unive...
• Midnight Moves & Other Things That Shouldn't Be Done in the Dark • _____________________________
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_____________________________ 12:26 AM
"Fuck!" I heard for the third time since this whole entire extravaganza had begun. The loud outburst was quickly followed by things - my things - being dropped, broken, or smushed.
"Cass if you don't shut your face you are going to wake my entire apartment building up!" I whisper-shouted at my best friend while trying my best to shoot him the most menacing glare I could muster after the day we had.
"Talon, you're not even looking in the right direction." I heard from somewhere near me. I scoffed and stalked away from the arrogant voice that belonged to Cass.
It was late. Probably too late to be doing what we were doing. And I had been pacing the floor of my best friend's studio apartment in Portland for the previous 6 hours, trying to decide what the fuck I was going to do. I sure as hell didn't know - until Cass gave me one of his famous inspirational talks that lead to me moving out of my apartment building in downtown Portland at approximately 12:30 in the morning.
As soon as the events that occurred that evening transpired, I immediately took off. I drove all the way back to Portland from our hometown of Independence. And instead of going to my own apartment, I raced to Cass's. I was convinced he'd know what to do.
And, as always he did. But there wasn't any way to do exactly what I was doing, easily - so I decided that there was no time like the present. A leap of faith, as Cass called it. His bright idea had us moving the entire contents of my apartment into a moving van I rented - along with a crew that would be there in the morning to drive the van across the country - to embark on Talon's Freedom Odyssey. Or so Cass said it should be called. *eyeroll*
Let me tell you a little bit of background about Cass and I, while we got some time. - 9 glorious hours that is. Cass and I had grown up together in our tiny little town in Independence, Oregon, and decided on moving into Portland for college when we were merely 18 years old.
Cass - short for Cassidy - Reynolds has been my best friend since we were in diapers. Regardless that I was, indeed, a female and Cass happened to be a male, we've remained the best of friends. We went to the same daycare, after-school program, and high school. Eventually Cass went to school for design and I went for Fine Art at the Pacific Northwest College of Art ( or just PNW college of Art).
Cass is a slim but kind of stalky guy. He has the oddest hair texture and a very bold cowlick that causes like the majority of the back left side of his hair to stick up. This caused some insecurity issues growing up - which has lead to the overuse of gel and products that can be found in Cass's hair, and at this point has become part of his personality. His thick, black rimmed glasses - at any and all points of the day - can be found literally anywhere. Usually, this ends up in one of two ways, Cass and I doing a glasses scavenger-hunt extravaganza or Cass chilling without the gift of sight.
