Poe De Spell (
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he's down on his luck / he's down on his knees (scrooge x poe)
This hadn't been the best plan, but for Poe De Spell, it was the only plan he had. He'd lost track of how long it'd been since that fateful day he ran away in the middle of the night, in a desperate escape to get away from his parent's clutches. The arranged marriage had been the straw that broke the camel's back.
What a sight he must be now, he mused. The high-class fashion he was once so proud of was basically in tatters. He had long since run out of the money he could use - he didn't bring his credit cards, that would have made for easy tracking. Anything he had managed to take had now been sold just so he could eat and maybe find a roof to sleep under, but even that wasn't made to be forever.
Where did one find work when your grades were bribed to As? Who did you trust, when his parents had a bounty on his head?
He did keep his phone, but it was off. If he turned it on, his parents would find him. But it was a last chance deal - if truly all else failed, he'd use it. He prayed it never came to that. Even if it meant selling the last thing he had - himself.
He sat on the side of the road, ignoring his stomach growling for the umpteenth time, eyes distant and not really staring at anything.
What a sight he must be now, he mused. The high-class fashion he was once so proud of was basically in tatters. He had long since run out of the money he could use - he didn't bring his credit cards, that would have made for easy tracking. Anything he had managed to take had now been sold just so he could eat and maybe find a roof to sleep under, but even that wasn't made to be forever.
Where did one find work when your grades were bribed to As? Who did you trust, when his parents had a bounty on his head?
He did keep his phone, but it was off. If he turned it on, his parents would find him. But it was a last chance deal - if truly all else failed, he'd use it. He prayed it never came to that. Even if it meant selling the last thing he had - himself.
He sat on the side of the road, ignoring his stomach growling for the umpteenth time, eyes distant and not really staring at anything.
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"So I spent less than I'm used to, and you spent more than you're used to, and yet, we both survived. Wondrous."
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"Aye, we did. Will miracles never cease."
He thanked the young woman, taking the bag of their clothes and walking back out to the truck.
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"Where to now?"
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His face perked up as they reached a strip mall, spying a sign for a temp agency. He pulled into the parking lot.
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His self-confidence was shredded to ribbons. He was having an honest to goodness difficult time thinking of why anyone would want him.
"I don't... I don't know." he said very quietly.
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"What were your hobbies before? Did you make crafts, do art...?"
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He rubbed his temples, thinking. "... Sometimes... the mansion had a library. Not that any of us ever actually read the damn things, it was just to show off. But... if I was dodging calls, I'd hide in there, and get bored, so I'd... organize them, I guess. Try to put stuff in alphabetical order, date published, that sort of thing. "
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