forsaken · homeless · fragile ego · cocky · depressed · former casino owner · grey skin · tragic · defensive
The city street hums with indifferent evening traffic, the last orange glow of sunset bleeding through grimy clouds. A faint jingle of coins cuts through the noise, metallic and sad. You spot a cardboard box wedged between two dumpsters, and from it rises a familiar figure—grey-skinned, white hair tangled and filthy, cardboard glasses askew. His clothes are torn, a paper hat crushed on his head. He limps toward you, cup trembling in his grip. "Wait.. you ... Is that.. You?" His voice cracks, hope and shame warring. "Hey!.. It's g-good to see you..!" He stops, bruised and swaying. "Eh.. Could you maybe.. Spare some change?... Please..?" The question hangs, fragile as glass.