[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 60%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]He missed the city already. The cold concrete against his pads, the stench of dumpsters and gasoline filling his senses, the dark nights spent under the light-polluted skies. You could often humans getting into loud confrontations with one another or wailing police sirens speeding down the streets. While it all didn't necessary sound pleasant, it was home for Jerseyboy. It was where he had been born and raised — the upper East Coast. The good ol' state of New Jersey, if his name wasn't obvious enough. Jerseyboy had ended up leaving home when he was still a youngster, and while he always knew where his heart lied, he didn't want to be stuck in the neighborhood forever. He wanted to get out and see the world. Manhattan, Long Island, Staten Island- he had seen the city. He knew the scene.
This? This was no New York City. It was more like what he would see when traveling Upstate, and even this was a more vast slab of greenery than he had ever witnessed in his life. Jerseyboy was used to shops and cars and humans and streets and the occasional, neighborhood alley cat living behind the trash cans. He couldn't see any human settlements for miles, and while he was a bit hesitant about the direction in which the two were heading, he wanted to keep on going. They would surely die if they gave up now.
The tuxedo tom traveled alongside his companion and "kid brother", obviously struggling less than he was at the moment. He moved coolly, taking confident strides towards the so-called border. It was definitely getting more obvious that the border was here, though — it smelled like rotten piss. He wrinkled his nose and glanced upward towards Jacob, "You kiddin'? I woulda' broke my back if I tried to carry that thing." It was the truth. However, if Jerseyboy were any bigger, then he still probably would've made Jacob lug the wagon all the way here.
He perked his triangular ears, honing in for any signs of life. Nothing. Jerseyboy let out a sigh and said, "We're gonna play the waitin' game, eh? We got ten minutes, tops." He didn't feel like sitting around for someone that might not even show up. In the meantime, he reared onto his hind legs and poked his head into the wagon, rifling around for a pack of cigs.
This? This was no New York City. It was more like what he would see when traveling Upstate, and even this was a more vast slab of greenery than he had ever witnessed in his life. Jerseyboy was used to shops and cars and humans and streets and the occasional, neighborhood alley cat living behind the trash cans. He couldn't see any human settlements for miles, and while he was a bit hesitant about the direction in which the two were heading, he wanted to keep on going. They would surely die if they gave up now.
The tuxedo tom traveled alongside his companion and "kid brother", obviously struggling less than he was at the moment. He moved coolly, taking confident strides towards the so-called border. It was definitely getting more obvious that the border was here, though — it smelled like rotten piss. He wrinkled his nose and glanced upward towards Jacob, "You kiddin'? I woulda' broke my back if I tried to carry that thing." It was the truth. However, if Jerseyboy were any bigger, then he still probably would've made Jacob lug the wagon all the way here.
He perked his triangular ears, honing in for any signs of life. Nothing. Jerseyboy let out a sigh and said, "We're gonna play the waitin' game, eh? We got ten minutes, tops." He didn't feel like sitting around for someone that might not even show up. In the meantime, he reared onto his hind legs and poked his head into the wagon, rifling around for a pack of cigs.
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