#thewanderingforeigner

[littleasianflowerfuck]

Lost on foreign soil the-wandering-foreigner || traditionallykorean

Walking down the steps of his art school building Izo stored his hands in his pockets as he started walking along the sidewalk. He'd been there about a good week now, moved into the school dorms. Though the only places he really knew was the schools campus it was comfortable for the long haired Asian. America was different but he'd learn in time, he knew that. Knowing that he also knew he'd probably need to get out of his comfort zone and look around so he'd actually broaden his knowledge about the area. 

Sighing Izo kept walking. He would keep walking till he wondered off campus and found something knew. A new rout, a new shop, anything. He'd should also be looking out for places he could possibly get a job. His savings would only last him so long since he brought barely anything from his home country.

Looking ahead Izo crossed the street, leaving the campus and now entering new territory. Just what was he going to find he wondered.

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the-wandering-foreigner replied to your post:

//Welcome…. (wait… when is your birthday woman?)

//It's in Jan and IJDSKLFGJSDFK At least job means money and money is cool

[hypoplasiacordis]

Russian Raclette || the-wandering-foreigner & hypoplasiacordis

It is kind of late when Law returns home; the extra clsses his Professor insisted on doing today had just dragged on and on and he was fairly surprised to see one of the small grocery stores on his way home still open. He strides inside and buys instant meals and a bit of fruit mostly; with nothing but a microwave and a sink it’s hard to cook anything else than alphabet soup and ramen.

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 Contented now that he’ll have something to eat tonight he heads back to the apartment complex, two small bags filled with groceries in his hand. He takes them up to his apartment and dumps them on the table before fiddling with his Wifi for a few minutes, trying to get it to work- it doesn’t. Sighing, he gives up and strolls back into the kitchen, blindly reaching into one of the bags and pulling out a pack of noodles. He boils some water, pulls the wrapping off the dry noodles and throws the package in the overflowing trash bin, mentally noting himself that he should probably take that out once he’s finished eating.

 Law quickly finishes the bowl’s worth of food, reading the messy notes he’s made in class and the assigned pages in his books, only to find out that he knows most of the subject matters already, anyway. Sighing, he puts the now empty bowl in the sink, shrugs his coat on and picks up the more than full garbage bag, scrunching his nose at the stench.

On his way out he grabs the keys and flicks the lights off, closes the door behind him (and checks if it’s shut properly, you can’t be too careful), and makes his way down the stairs to the dumpsters behind the apartment complex. He’s already thrown the bag, hoping that he’d meet the dumpster’s opening (it’d be a damn shame if it didn’t) when he notices that something’s moving in the general direction of his toss. Shit.

>Oi!<, he calls out, taking a few steps forward, >Duck!<

[rubberbastardout-blog]

*pokes*

"Yo, Sanji!"

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the-wandering-foreigner started following you

"Whoa, Sanji! What happened to your clothes?" Sanji's outfits always did appear a little less then comfortable but these ones just looked - out of this world. Ah, Grand line fashion. Luffy never paid enough attention to it.

[tartarosdaemonium]

Thoughtless || The-Wandering-Foreigner & TartarosDaemonium

Zoro glanced over the shelf of the kitchen, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. And definitely, if he wanted to have breakfast he should go and shop for food, or go to a restaurant. And that meant that he had just ran out of the two things he ate, rice and meat. 

Sighing, he put on his jeans, a black sweatshirt and his biker boots and, grabbing the keys, the money and his sunglasses he headed towards the door. He disliked to go shopping, and he didn't like people that much, so being at a cafeteria at that time in the morning, when it was crowded didn't sound appealing. But he needed to eat, so he had to deal with it.

He waited for the elevator to get to his floor. He had rented the penthouse, even if it was a little more expensive than a random flat, but the japanese decoration of the penthouse made him feel so at home that he didn't care about the price difference. It remembered him of his training in the doujo, before he joined the army, maybe one of the few happy memories he had.

The elevator door opened and he pressed the button, eyeing at his reflection in the mirror and trying to do something with his messy green hair that he forgot to try to tame that morning. But there wasn't much to do with it anyway.

When the 'beep' of the elevator getting to the last floor sounded, Zoro put on his glasses, wondering about in which restaurant he could have breakfast and opening the door absently when.. he almost stepped on the guy sleeping in the door step.

"What the heck..." he grunted, annoyed. And, hungry and annoyed because that was supposed to be a neighbourhood free from that kind of people, he kicked the dude. "GO FIND YOURSELF ANOTHER PLACE TO SLEEP, HOBBO!"