[It's the quiet that really gets to him. He isn't much a fan of that these days- studiously avoids it, even, if "studious" could ever apply to him- and so naturally he notices it as soon as he steps outside to have a smoke.
And take a walk, apparently, because what the hell else is he supposed to do? There isn't much else around to occupy his attention- not even a damn stereo, and in his mind that's like a cardinal sin of something- and so off he goes, searching for something to do. Supposedly there's some kind of notice board somewhere? Whatever, he'll just... Check that out. Look for some excitement.
...What he finds isn't quite the excitement he was looking for; he's no dope- and no stranger to cops and how they roll- and so as soon as the ambulance has whizzed by he and his cigarette are ducking into another nearby alleyway, one away from whatever the fuck's going on over there. Pay no attention to the shifty looking kid with his hood up. There's nothing to see here...]
Jesse Pinkman | Breaking Bad | B
And take a walk, apparently, because what the hell else is he supposed to do? There isn't much else around to occupy his attention- not even a damn stereo, and in his mind that's like a cardinal sin of something- and so off he goes, searching for something to do. Supposedly there's some kind of notice board somewhere? Whatever, he'll just... Check that out. Look for some excitement.
...What he finds isn't quite the excitement he was looking for; he's no dope- and no stranger to cops and how they roll- and so as soon as the ambulance has whizzed by he and his cigarette are ducking into another nearby alleyway, one away from whatever the fuck's going on over there. Pay no attention to the shifty looking kid with his hood up. There's nothing to see here...]