Gives To the Poor (Shea)

Alex was walking through the collage campus, taking a short cut back from the recording studio. No one in Yensidia knew that the young bar tender was the famous mysterious singer on the radio, no one knew he gave almost all the money he made from recording the music to the poor people in Yensidia. He didn't look the part of a famous singer and Alex liked it that way. He hadn't been thinking as he walked and he walked right into another man.

Though Scott Keeton seemed like the usual 'rich person', he could actually be much worse. He normally seemed polite, but that could change fairly quickly. His polite way of speaking off caught people off guard when he suddenly changed.

So far though, this less polite side hadn't really shown through in Yensidia, only back in the jungle where he had been a fierce tiger.

As he normally did when most people were at home, Scott was out on the streets, observing those who were still out. He'd only paused for a moment when someone managed to crash into him.

"Hey watch it!" He hissed, grabbing the young man's arm before actually taking in his appearance before suddenly changing his attitude. "Oh... My apologies. Are you alright?"

"Oh man! I'm so so sorry man! I must of sort of zoned out while walking..." Alex said quickly, hoping the other man wasn't hurt or pissed. "I'm so sorry man."

"It's alright, don't worry about it." Scott replied, letting go of his arm. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He frowned, looking the other man over to see if he was hurt, though they hadn't collided anywhere near hard enough for either of them to be.

"No of course not man, I'm fine thank you." Alex gave a friendly smile, "Your okay too right?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine. Forget about it." Scott replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I should know better. It was my fault."

I'm glad your okay man, I would of hated to hurt you man." Alex said softly before running his hand through his shirt.