Tony stands in the rain, in the alley he was told. “I wish he would hurry up” he thought. Waiting for his job to come so he can make some money, so he can buy more goods to make more money, and so on. Every night…he stands in the rain, tired, cold, and wet. All of a sudden is comm. Beeps.
*Incoming Transmission*
*Recording begins*
“Hey Tony its Joey. How are you bro? I know it’s been a while. Uh well Look I’ll get to the point. Dad hasn’t been doin well….I..we…well maybe its time you came home for a bit. I know you and dad are on shaky terms but…maybe you can reconcile. We all miss you…you should see your neice…she’s getting so big. Give me a call Tony. Take Care.
*Transmission Ends*
Tony shrugged it off. He didn’t care a bout his family anymore. What was the point. He saw men coming. He thought finally he could get the job done and go home. He was wet and tired. The men came up to him.
“You got the goods?” the one man said looking around to make sure no one was looking. “Yea I got them...you got the money?” Tony holds his briefcase tighter. The man gets a back and takes out a few credit chips. “Do you have the goods” the man said pointing to the case Tony is carrying. Tony nods opening it up. Tony closes it and hands it to the man but not letting go til he gets the chips in his hand.
“Good doing business with you Tony” the man smiles as he takes the case and leaves. His sidekick follows him. Tony watches him leave. He yawned. He walked home to his apartment. It was empty...not much furniture the basic bed and fridge. He spent most of this time on the streets doing business. He checked his messages on his comm system.
**Transmission Begins**
Tony? Its Vera....dad is really sick...come home please. I promise things will be better. We can help. Dad needs his family. We love you...and miss you. Call me Tony.
**Transmission Ends*
Tony shook his head. He didn't need his family. They didn't care about him anyway. All they cared about was image. But he couldn't stop thinking about them. He siblings...his dad. Fun times at the fair when he was a kid. Suddenly he thought “what if I did go home?”. He thought about his time at school and how he always quit. Never stayed on top of things or stayed on track. He always found an easy way out. He thought about the messages. “Maybe I'll call them back tomorrow”, he sighed. “Maybe I'll make a trip back for a bit...yea sounds good”. He laid down and fell asleep. He woke in the morning, looked at the message listing on his comm system. It read “ 1 message Vera Corola”. He shrugged, got dressed and left for another days work.
[[Ok small start on a story in the works. Thats all I'll say about as there is no point to telling whom the story is about :P Feedback negative and positive are welcome. This is really my first story besides cylie]]