In what simplicity and routine he once found liking in the Shelter, Darien now was annoyed by it. The cattle life was great, sure, but the other cattle he was forced to share it with? He was missing things, even little things like socks. His was starting to forget what the word privacy even meant. It was shortly after getting up that one more little injustice would finally push him to do something about this. Going out to the lobby to grab nothing more than a coffee (still in his PJs and his hair messy) and returning to his bed, he reaches into his backpack to grab his cigarettes when ... someone had taken them! An entirely new pack, not even open yet, just gone! "Are you fucking serious?! Okay, who fucking stole my cigarettes?!" The three people in the room didn't even pay him any attention. "Fuck me! That's it, I'm done. I'm fucking done!"

What a way to start the morning.

He gets dressed, putting on a pair of grey skinny jeans, his signature red skater shoes and a simple navy long sleeved t-shirt. In an almost childish fit, he pulls his matching red beanie over his head, pushing his arms into his green hoodie jacket and still muttering obscenities. Darien was so angry he was even talking to himself openly like some crazy old man. In less than 10 minutes, he was dressed and heading out the door, very much determined to make this arrangement something of the past. He knew he'd have to come back if he wanted a place to sleep tonight but right now he wanted to just get as far away from it. He needed to find some way to get a footing, some form of income. So he heads to the library, a very long walk mind you, but it gives him time to cool off and listen to his music.

Once there, he claims himself a computer and immediately starts searching for jobs. He searches anything and everything, even getting distracted by somehow ending up on Wikipedia for half an hour before returning to his quest. But everything required some skill he did not posses, and this was proving to just add to his annoyance. Fuck .. my .. life. With a sigh, he scrolls down a little further. Feeling defeated, ready to give up and finally something catches his eye.

Looking For Pool/Groundskeeper

Sounded easy. How hard could it be to take care of grass and a pool? He clicks it and skims over it. Darien doesn't see anything about experience being required, but the person who posted it made it quite clear that an interview would first need to be done to determine if he would be fit for the job. But what really got him excited and hopeful was what else it said. Living quarters available on the property for the person who got this job. This could be my ticket! My grand slam! Without hesitating, he writes down the information on the palm of his hand in a sloppy manner, and then he's out the door, sitting outside and waiting for a cab. Of course, he had to stop first and use the last $6 to replace that missing cigarette pack. Officially he was broke again.

The ride is long. It gives him time to reflect on every little thing he had done since being here. All the people he had met. All the other supernaturals; some not so nice as others. As he got closer, noticing how the surroundings got more and more luxurious, that familiar little sensation of feeling that he wasn't alone comes crawling in. It wasn't human, but what it was .. well he doesn't have that ability to know. Pulling up to the gates, it's large and certainly something he had never even been around in his entire life. A huge mansion, magnificent and well he could see they really did need someone to help keep up the grounds. The house itself was beautiful, but the rest of it was not so much. It looked rather neglected and he was expecting that some older person, unable to move and do what once could was offering this job. Then again, if they could afford this place they probably never even did anything physical when they were young.

They had someone like Darien do these tasks for them.

Getting out, he walks up to the gates and sees an intercom. He pushes the button and waits. Nothing. Then he pushes it and holds it, saying awkwardly (unsure if they could hear him). "Hello? My name is Darien. I saw your job offer for someone to help with your grounds and pool?" He stands there, waiting. Feeling uncomfortable. He looks back to see his cab driving off. Great. It was well past afternoon and there wasn't a soul around. There didn't seem to be anyone even home.