"How fucking old are you?" The voice on the other end blared, allowing any near by to hear.
In reply Aiden only let a soft sigh escape as his head lowered. Too right, the voice on the other end was. Inexcusable was his outburst at St. Peters Square. Of course, justification would come in the form of blame, however, Aiden full well knew whos fault it was.
"Hey. Maybe if you didn't wait so long to take other jobs, shit like this wouldn't happen. Or maybe I'll just go see a therapist and be rid of my compulsions. I bet you would looove that. Maybe I'd start asking for more money in lou of job satisfaction."
Light laugh, then silence, followed by another sigh, "I'm out, standing on the steps of the grand ol' polizia station. I paid a rather heafty fine, and here I am...Apparently someone assaulted the witness and he ran off, so I wasn't stuck with much of a charge."
And then listening. Terrible news, as Aidens expression turned quite sour...
"Who else could you possibly get? You're too old to go out and do it your damn self..."
A moment of silence.
"You're benching me huh?"
He lost nearly all his expression, those eyes peering through unkempt bangs. He wasn't able to change out of his wet cloths after he'd taken a swim in the fountains at St. Peter, and really, when in jail who asked for a comb? At the moment he cared not of his appearance, listening only to the voice at the other end. And soon after he simply closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket where his hand would remain.
Those blue eyes held to the steps in quiet contemplation, and a slow shaking of his head soon followed. He stood there for quite a while, in a rather stone fashion. And moving from his spot seemed quite sudden. Not that its was quick, he simply took that first step downward. With hands in pockets he started walking. One thing was on his mind currently. First things often came first. He could get on with more pressing issues...after a shower and a change of cloths...
No need to clutter the mind with all the strange details of the previous day. He'd gladly take the quiet calm of his mind, which he was sometimes unable to enjoy. He was sure that thought would come rushing back once things started setting in. Once the rush was gone, and being caught for such a petty violation wasn't as far from his mind.
Once reprecussion set in.
-- Edited by Stealing Salvation on Sunday 17th of May 2009 05:08:38 PM