Beast of Corruption
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- Posted: Tue, 18 Dec 2012 05:51:51 +0000
Thomas "The Saint" McElroy
Thomas awoke in his room half asleep covering his face as a few streams of sunlight poked through his window. Still half asleep he pulled himself out of bed and walked over to the window. He opened the curtains to see the street below as people were moving back and forth on their way to work. He covered his eyes against the sun rising in the horizon. He backed away from the window and made his way to the wooden dresser. He got dressed in his usual attire, a tan colored long sleeved shirt and brown suit. He looked everything over once and grabbed his brown cap before exiting and locking the door behind him. He walked down the creaky wooden stairs, feeling the light stubble on his face. " Mornin mam" he said to the lady at the front desk. She looked up at him acknowledgingly and returned his greeting. Last night had been a late night an he was still tired but he had to go see what the boss man wanted. He felt around in his breast pocket for a cigar before pulling one out . He cupped his hand around the tip and lit a match. He took a puff and made his way through the crowded street to look for Mr. McDaly. As he passed a church he didthea sign of the cross and tossed a coin to the beggar sitting outside. " God bless ya sir" the beggar cried out. Thomas nodded to him and continued walking.
Thomas awoke in his room half asleep covering his face as a few streams of sunlight poked through his window. Still half asleep he pulled himself out of bed and walked over to the window. He opened the curtains to see the street below as people were moving back and forth on their way to work. He covered his eyes against the sun rising in the horizon. He backed away from the window and made his way to the wooden dresser. He got dressed in his usual attire, a tan colored long sleeved shirt and brown suit. He looked everything over once and grabbed his brown cap before exiting and locking the door behind him. He walked down the creaky wooden stairs, feeling the light stubble on his face. " Mornin mam" he said to the lady at the front desk. She looked up at him acknowledgingly and returned his greeting. Last night had been a late night an he was still tired but he had to go see what the boss man wanted. He felt around in his breast pocket for a cigar before pulling one out . He cupped his hand around the tip and lit a match. He took a puff and made his way through the crowded street to look for Mr. McDaly. As he passed a church he didthea sign of the cross and tossed a coin to the beggar sitting outside. " God bless ya sir" the beggar cried out. Thomas nodded to him and continued walking.