@foxfiresfancy // starter call
Damien needed a job, and he needed one yesterday. It didn't matter if it was a shitty dead end job, as long as he got some dust. Not only was he tired of bullying vendors into giving him stuff and looting unsuspecting stores, but he knew if he kept it up, he'd eventually have some form of authorities coming after him.
So it pissed him off that the one time he decided to actually pay for his food from his dwindling dust reserves, the vending machine got stuck. The packet of chips he tried to buy taunted him from the other side of the glass, painfully close to falling off the rack and down into the hatch, but snagged by the end of the coil that held it in place.
He gave the vending machine a forceful kick, but the chips didn't budge. Another kick, and still nothing. He shook the machine forcefully, and yet the chips would not fall.
"Won't you just—fucking—fall already!"
Damien gave the machine one last kick which sent his foot crashing through the screen, sending a shower of glass and food packets onto the sidewalk. A sidewalk he only now realized he was blocking as he noticed a woman with furry ears looking at him, who probably only wanted to get past.
"Er," he said dumbly, his foot still stuck in the glass.
