Jiggy awoke on a hot, muggy afternoon and attempt to un-stick himself from the bed. His hand was sore from slamming on the "snooze" button of his alarm - he looked over and read the time:
"3:45, damn. Overslept again, oh well..." He gathered his strength and...
"Hrrrmph..." Gaspard "Jiggy" Molyneux pushed himself, against the force of gravity, out of his bed. Beneath his sweat-stained pillow, Jiggy found a plain, beige envelope addressed from the Mayor - the Red Queen of Hearts.
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"She's such an asshole, but at the very least, I now have something to do tonight," recognizing immediately that he would probably have sat around with his posse, Jiggy waded over to the windowsill and looked out at the limitless, but most likely shitty day facing him.
"It's still early and it's already getting dark outside, heh." It was already getting dark and the sun set lazily in the smoggy distance; for just a split second, it seemed like some sort of cliche metaphor for Jiggy's life - the grand finale always arrives too fast. The thought of that annoyed Jiggy, but he kept his cool, mostly. Without much consciousness, Jiggy assembled his essentials, including the gaudy scorpion ring on his oak nightstand, for he felt it would almost certainly be a long night. Ever-prepared, the miscreant with an afro brought his toothbrush with him, just in case. Jiggy was amazed how his life could be reduced to a sparse few sundries and still have everything fit within a modestly-sized leather briefcase.
Stepping over the 3 unconscious gang-members who were comfortably sleeping on Jiggy's floor, he instinctively selected a semi-formal outfit. Once Jiggy approved his blazer and torn, dusty jeans, his thug mentality suddenly shifted into work-mode. Jiggy's work-boots accidentally roused one of the sleeping henchmen from his alcohol-induced slumber. His eyes lit up at Jiggy's briefcase: "_Nice man-purse, Jiggy. Going on a date?"
"Actually, it's a briefcase and I'm headed to work. To, you know, get paid and shit. Man the fort while I'm gone and please just don't fuck with the television again." Jiggy semi-acknowledged the distraction on the floor.
"Hey, I get paid too...sometimes." and with a last mumble, the goon fell right back into slumber on the same, stained, and crowded wooden floor. Jiggy Molyneux slammed shut the chipped metallic door behind him and headed off towards the portal station; Jiggy hoped to reach Darktown Gate precisely by 5 PM, giving him an hour before he had to work. "At this rate, maybe I'll even get to eat before I have to work! he proclaimed.
