mericalovessweets
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Twenty-Five and seventy percent of his tanned skin was covered in tattoos.
Harbor Kline struggled with his lighter, trying to light his fourth cigarette since he got to that dump. He looked around at the small, empty space. It was bad enough he had to walk up two flights of stairs to get in there, but the stains in the carpet and the crayon all over the bottom of a wall was making him want to turn right around and leave.
But he couldn't.
No, he had nowhere to go anymore. Not after his parents kicked him on the street with nothing but a college tuition and a small allowance to live off of till he could get a job. And his tiny allowance was only enough to afford the trash he was standing inside of.
Once he was able to get the end of his cigarette ablaze Harbor stalked off to what was going to be his bedroom. Harbor had already moved some of his things to the dingy room. The new items were refreshing to see as he set everything up. He had gotten his father to drop off his bed from home and a few other things. It had taken a lot of begging and whining from Holland, but it was worth it. He looked at his bed, the coolest bed in the world, sat a little awkwardly on the floor. It was made for hanging, but Harbor knew there was no way he could do that there. The ceiling would end up falling in. He pushed the bed against the back wall and went about decorating his new pad.
Harbor Kline struggled with his lighter, trying to light his fourth cigarette since he got to that dump. He looked around at the small, empty space. It was bad enough he had to walk up two flights of stairs to get in there, but the stains in the carpet and the crayon all over the bottom of a wall was making him want to turn right around and leave.
But he couldn't.
No, he had nowhere to go anymore. Not after his parents kicked him on the street with nothing but a college tuition and a small allowance to live off of till he could get a job. And his tiny allowance was only enough to afford the trash he was standing inside of.
Once he was able to get the end of his cigarette ablaze Harbor stalked off to what was going to be his bedroom. Harbor had already moved some of his things to the dingy room. The new items were refreshing to see as he set everything up. He had gotten his father to drop off his bed from home and a few other things. It had taken a lot of begging and whining from Holland, but it was worth it. He looked at his bed, the coolest bed in the world, sat a little awkwardly on the floor. It was made for hanging, but Harbor knew there was no way he could do that there. The ceiling would end up falling in. He pushed the bed against the back wall and went about decorating his new pad.