Opening the door to the stairwell ever so quietly Anthony Ortega quickly pokes his head out to check and see if the coast was clear. Seeing no one coming down the hall the Hispanic American ducks out of the stairwell and casually makes his way to the side entrance and out into the parking lot. Stretching his wings the Darkling steps quickly out of the parking lot, rubbing his eyes before sliding on his thick sunglasses. It was far to bright for his tastes but he had to move now during the day, the chances of getting caught sleeping on the roof by maintenance workers at the hotel was much greater during the daytime than at night.
He couldn't wait until he got himself set up with some place to stay so he could start getting into a regular schedule. Of course he had only been in town for three days and so far he had been fairly lucky, especially last night when that couple held the door open for him when he fed them that bull shit line about having lost his keys. You would think they would have known something was up, what with the large duffel bag on his back. But then again maybe they just didn't give a crap, or maybe they were just being nice, whatever the reason he couldn't count on it happening again. No it was time to move on and just count himself lucky he had been able to find someplace safe to sleep.
Of course he did feel bad about throwing his cloths in with the ones running on the third floor laundry room....and for washing himself off in the public restrooms. But hey, it didn't cost those people who were doing laundry any more for his cloths to run with their than without (who washes just a pair of jeans and two shirts anyway?) and if they didn't want people to use all the paper towels and hand soap then they shouldn't put it out.
Maybe some day he could pay them back, somehow.
Walking down the street he felt pretty good, minus having to go out in the middle of the day it was still good to not have to worry about how he was going to get to the next town over. Sacramento is as good a place as any to settle down, one that he was fairly sure he could blend in with. Of course now he faced the problem of what to do next, how was he going to get established? He probably going to have to get a shitty job again, and of course he was going to have to make some sort of contact with the local Changelings.
Personally Anthony was banking on the second option first, anything to put of having to put himself through another job paying less than minimum wage. But hey, what ells could he get with no valid ID or green card? The whole situation was fucked up, but at least those jobs were better than working for the criminals he had to resort to working for south of the boarder. Never again, never again would he be that desperate.
So Anthony kept his eyes open, watching for opportunists, threats, and other Changelings.
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