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crashlikethunder) wrote2014-05-31 11:21 pm
crashlikethunder) wrote2014-05-31 11:21 pm
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Inflation is a bitch. Back in '94, Luke could have survived off of the money from that last bank job for a good long while. Not so anymore. That money is worth about half as much these days, and he's got a teenager to feed now. A teenager who, he had to learn the hard way, doesn't like to ask for anything.
Technically, Luke doesn't have to get a job just yet. Thanks to the stipend he receives from the generous city of Darrow, he's been able to stretch that bank cash a long way. He's glad for that; those first few months here, still recovering from a bullet in his side, he couldn't have worked if he wanted to. But enough is enough; he isn't content to just get by anymore. When Jason was a baby, Luke wanted to provide, to go above and beyond, give his son everything he deserved and more. That hasn't changed.
The problem is, neither has his skill set. When it comes to finding work, he doesn't have that many options. And as much as he enjoyed being Handsome Luke, even if he could start up a solo act, it wouldn't be the responsible thing to do. Back then, it didn't matter if he got injured or worse; he had only himself to think about. Now, he has to think about the potential consequences of every little thing he does. He has no intention of getting himself killed again, not when he finally has so much to live for.
He stopped by this garage once, heard about the owner from Jax. It wasn't exactly surprising; by then, he'd run into a couple of people claiming to know others with his face. It still strikes him as crazy, but after so many months in Darrow, he's learned to roll with it. Hell, maybe it'll all work in his favor when he walks in there and asks for a job.
Luke parks on the street outside the garage, heads into the office, and asks to see the owner. He taps his fingers against his thigh as he waits. He doesn't feel nervous very often, but this place could be his only shot at gainful employment, and he doesn't want to think about what might happen if he doesn't get hired.
Technically, Luke doesn't have to get a job just yet. Thanks to the stipend he receives from the generous city of Darrow, he's been able to stretch that bank cash a long way. He's glad for that; those first few months here, still recovering from a bullet in his side, he couldn't have worked if he wanted to. But enough is enough; he isn't content to just get by anymore. When Jason was a baby, Luke wanted to provide, to go above and beyond, give his son everything he deserved and more. That hasn't changed.
The problem is, neither has his skill set. When it comes to finding work, he doesn't have that many options. And as much as he enjoyed being Handsome Luke, even if he could start up a solo act, it wouldn't be the responsible thing to do. Back then, it didn't matter if he got injured or worse; he had only himself to think about. Now, he has to think about the potential consequences of every little thing he does. He has no intention of getting himself killed again, not when he finally has so much to live for.
He stopped by this garage once, heard about the owner from Jax. It wasn't exactly surprising; by then, he'd run into a couple of people claiming to know others with his face. It still strikes him as crazy, but after so many months in Darrow, he's learned to roll with it. Hell, maybe it'll all work in his favor when he walks in there and asks for a job.
Luke parks on the street outside the garage, heads into the office, and asks to see the owner. He taps his fingers against his thigh as he waits. He doesn't feel nervous very often, but this place could be his only shot at gainful employment, and he doesn't want to think about what might happen if he doesn't get hired.