Snippet #1581129

An awkward bundled form of a man briskly walked through the snow, his boots loudly crushing the snow under every step he took. He rubbed his gloved hands together in an attempt to retain as much heat as possible. The man brandished a large tattered burgundy trench coat, worn out military style combat boots with a few holes, a green stained scarf, and green cotton gloves over black leather gloves. His body shuddered as he exhaled a misty fog, and forged on in the direction he was headed. The man looked about him slyly to check for some of the given signs that others of his kind leaved behind. He shouldered his bag off from under his coat, and tried to search it's contents with shaking hands. The bag was harder to hold and open in these conditions and he spilled his contents in the snow. A note book skittered across the ground into a low open window.

The man fell to through ground trying to grab all the spilled contents, as though he were afraid that they would disappear from his eyes. He scrambled picking up loose papers, pens, and portfolios and shoved them back in their respective places. He slowed down as he picked up his wallet, a picture of a boy with a scowl on his face and a name, Nathaniel Reid. The boy sat up, and pocketed the wallet instead of stuffing his bag anymore. Nate looked in the bag to double-check that he'd had all his materials, and noticed that his notebook was missing. He looked back at the ground, but didn't see anything. He frantically looked about him in the snow shoving his hands into piles, which he'd hoped it'd somehow been buried under.

He knew nobody had come by to take it, so it has to be somewhere. "Where is it?" He whispered to himself, his words turning into a fog as they left his mouth. Nathaniel shoulder his bag again, and stood up to look around for a better view. He walked up and down the alley way a numerous amount of times to see if it could have been blown down with a gust of wind, or slid into some opening somewhere. Then he saw his black and red notebook teetering on the edge of a open window sill close to the ground, probably the basement floor. He rushed to grab it before it fell in, but his fingertips brushed it forward tipping it the final degrees to where it fell in. A loud thud was all he heard as he looked into the brightly light room, obviously someone was in there, and he didn't want to scare them by just breaking in, but he also could talk to them in fear that'd they would be freaked out by his teeth. He was at an internal impasse, and he decided to go with the former; sneak in.

Luckily he had a slender body, which he wasn't really proud of, and would slip in rather easily, but he'd have to remove all his larger clothing to manage it first. He took off his coat revealing a plain white button up shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, and set the scarf down to the side. He'd gently dropped his bag inside the window as well, so could easily put his notebook back in when he got it. Nate slid his femininely figure through the window, and once his feet found purchase on the floor he crouched down. He scanned the room to look for his notebook noticing how exceedingly bare room was, but it felt cozy. His gaze finally landed on the notebook, which managed to slide to one of the large couches in the room.

He checked around him listening for any people, and tip-toed over towards the book, trying to be as quiet as possible. Nate had grabbed the notebook, and started to walk back to the window, but pushed over a nearby coat rack. The loud noise scared him completely, and he yelps as he ran forwards. "Crap." Nate said under his breathe as he realized he'd given himself away.