[Compared to the other people in line, Des looks miserably out of place, which gives him a moment's pause. And the fact that that's the only thing that bugs him about this says a lot to Des's life. A fruit stand though? Really?
He scratches his head as if he's trying to claw whatever led him here out of his head now that it's served its purpose, as if it was tracking chip or a literal itch as opposed to something metaphysical. He peers above the crowd, trying to get a good idea of what to expect, but no dice. It's like a line for slutty government cheese and no one seems to notice or care that everyone's just vanishing into thin air as the line heads up.
He grimaces, ducks down the nearest alley, and then kneels down, pulling out a pocket knife, and carefully working holes into his jeans to make him seem a little less like some James Dean wannabe bum trying to weasel his way in. That fails to really do the trick so with a silent stare towards the sky, he takes the knife and puts it a slit in the shirt, ripping it in half so that it exposes his midriff. Then he removes his jacket and cuts the sleeves off the shirt. Great. Now he looks like a gay James Dean wannabe. To add a little extra flare, he takes the remains of his shirt and ties it around his head in a makeshift bandanna. Terrible, yet effective. Better to look like a poser than a narc.
His costume complete, he slides into line, and keeps his eyes on the canopy and the skyscraper, looking for anything suspicious as he waits.]
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He scratches his head as if he's trying to claw whatever led him here out of his head now that it's served its purpose, as if it was tracking chip or a literal itch as opposed to something metaphysical. He peers above the crowd, trying to get a good idea of what to expect, but no dice. It's like a line for slutty government cheese and no one seems to notice or care that everyone's just vanishing into thin air as the line heads up.
He grimaces, ducks down the nearest alley, and then kneels down, pulling out a pocket knife, and carefully working holes into his jeans to make him seem a little less like some James Dean wannabe bum trying to weasel his way in. That fails to really do the trick so with a silent stare towards the sky, he takes the knife and puts it a slit in the shirt, ripping it in half so that it exposes his midriff. Then he removes his jacket and cuts the sleeves off the shirt. Great. Now he looks like a gay James Dean wannabe. To add a little extra flare, he takes the remains of his shirt and ties it around his head in a makeshift bandanna. Terrible, yet effective. Better to look like a poser than a narc.
His costume complete, he slides into line, and keeps his eyes on the canopy and the skyscraper, looking for anything suspicious as he waits.]