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glyficTitle: From down there
Author:malurette
Fandom: LastMan
Character: the bum from ep. "2
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Vivès, Balak, Périn etc
Prompt: #20., "city lights" forfffc
Spoilers:
Word count:
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The city's lights shine for everyone, except for him. And a few other bums that life forgot. That's the way it is, is all. Life's a bitch, period. At least down there in his own little stretch of a deadend garbage piles keep him almost warm and he's gotten used to the smell. You wouldn't believe how much rich people throw away; there're tons of still-usable stuff in there.
Giant billboards flash and blink displays of another type of stars, who don't live in the same world as he. Real starts in the sky? bah, even the rich can't afford to see them anymore anyway: too many lights everywhere fill the night and hide them from sight.
He's got to guard in little corner against cops that'd like to yank him out of it and a few newbies that'd like to hole up in his place. One night he gets lucky: that bloke drops by, wakes him up, messes up everything, then shoves a still-new coat and an almost-new pack of lights his way, only taking his old stinky coat. He won't try to make sens out of it: tomorrow he won't even remember, and in a few days the coat will already look old and all, but hey, at least there's one night he'll spend nice and warm.
Author:
maluretteFandom: LastMan
Character: the bum from ep. "2
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Vivès, Balak, Périn etc
Prompt: #20., "city lights" for
fffcSpoilers:
Word count:
The city's lights shine for everyone, except for him. And a few other bums that life forgot. That's the way it is, is all. Life's a bitch, period. At least down there in his own little stretch of a deadend garbage piles keep him almost warm and he's gotten used to the smell. You wouldn't believe how much rich people throw away; there're tons of still-usable stuff in there.
Giant billboards flash and blink displays of another type of stars, who don't live in the same world as he. Real starts in the sky? bah, even the rich can't afford to see them anymore anyway: too many lights everywhere fill the night and hide them from sight.
He's got to guard in little corner against cops that'd like to yank him out of it and a few newbies that'd like to hole up in his place. One night he gets lucky: that bloke drops by, wakes him up, messes up everything, then shoves a still-new coat and an almost-new pack of lights his way, only taking his old stinky coat. He won't try to make sens out of it: tomorrow he won't even remember, and in a few days the coat will already look old and all, but hey, at least there's one night he'll spend nice and warm.
