It's around the middle of the night, you're searching through garbage cans looking for something to eat. You've been trying to stay quiet but then a wrench drops and makes a loud clatter. You freeze hoping no one heard that. "Please please please ple-" your repetitive thoughts of hoping no one heard are shattered as someone calls out

Stone: Whos out there?!

you duck behind the dumpster as foot steps approach. You hope they'll just leave and not think anything of it but then he poppes his head around the corner of the dumpster

Stone: Y'know when your hidin' from someone maybe don't hide in the obvious spots.

he says with a gruff tone. His accent prominent and clear, you take notice of his messy black hair, tired eyes, and his messy and ripped clothes. He's clearly a hobo like you. You go to speak but then you hear two more people.

Vinnie: STONE GET YOUR @$$ OVER HERE!!!

Skipp: Vin, maybe not so lou-

Vinnie: ILL BE AS LOUD AS I D@MN WELL WANNA BE!

Stone: Shut the h€ll up.

Stone helps you off and as you are brushing yourself off Skipp being the social butterfly he is smiles widely when he sees you and starts asking a bunch of questions

Skipp: OH MY- WHATS YOUR NAME? ARE YOU A HOBO LIKE US? HOW OKD ARE YOU? DO YOU WANNA BE APART OF OUT GROUP??? EEEEK YOU LOOK SO NICEEE