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Grabbing her keys from the small table beside the door, she gives the room a cursory glance to make sure everything is secure before flicking the light off and reaching for the doorknob.
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She loses her balance a second, slipping on a near invisible patch of ice but she grips her boots in and is able to right herself before taking an embarrassing tumble to the concrete. She still flishes red a bit, and ducks her face behind the scarf at her neck to hide the red of her cheeks.
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"Oh, hello excuse me may I ask the exact location of the written adress ?"
Unfamiliar items passed through here all of the time. An opened Mr. Potato packet was whistled along by the wind. It was accelerating and then deccelerating slightly less than it was accelerating before accelerating slightly more than it deccelerated. The wave of wind was really east coast style.
Looking sharply at the crisp packet; Andrew's hand arose with life to the area of his waist. Random fingers dug in to other random fingers on both arms as he braced himself for the inevitability of a crisp packet paining him.
The crisp packet deformed around the man's face. Posing piously and persuasively polished, pitting; parting there on his face. Electrostatic pain just blipped on his face; it had hit the proximity of his left cheek!
He leaned his entire torso back into a momentary slump before stating:
"Not a good start to the day. Not at all. Hugh. I feel like it can only go uphill if it begins on a downer. Let's see it through I guess." Andrew took a momentary pause, reprising his situation once the crisp packet drew aside.
Using his hands to brush out of the knits in his blue trenchcoat: loose salt and starch that haf leaked from off the packet.h
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About two hours later he would get back to his little shelter in a dark alleyway, people sometimes give him money and food, but he didn't need it, he felt bad that he was taking from others without anything for them.. "I wish my parents were here... But they're dead, I never have even met them.." He'd take his cap off, slowly drifting off into a deep sleep....
He'd wake up, something was different, he put his cap on and got up. Someone had taken his only money... He'd sigh, "What.. Why would anyone do this.." Then he saw a note, it said: Tonight I'm coming for you, better run but you cant hide.. Katsuda would hear his heart pounding in his chest.. He'd pack up all the food, water and clothes he had, running down the alleyway, he'd fire his rope launcher contraption, getting pulled up to a roof with speed. He had gotten across 10 buildings before he stopped to rest and eat lunch, a ham sandwich and water, he'd pack up his stuff again, running until the end of the roof, he hadn't noticed the 10 meter gap, swiftly at the last second he jumped, just making the gap, he did a judo roll and kept on running, after two hours he had gotten past two towns and had set up a new home in an alleyway, he'd get a sleeping sack from a homeless shelter across the street and set it down, he also made a little fort using cardboard and broken wooden planks. He'd eat a dinner of frozen mini pizza at 10 pm, slowly drifting off.
BANG!!
For once in the day Harrison was able to sense his legs mingling with the ground. This only persuaded him further that he should move. Even now: the concrete floor was of misuse and had an abrasive texture that slid you off it easier than it drew you to it. He took extra care to connect the rubber of his two loose kidney-consistency handmade boots. He could barely see the door he wanted to get to: the rubble-filled poverty hostel was so spacious and bare; all the heat rooted to the ceiling, rooted there since primordial times; but it had never stayed the same heat, the same phenomenon. In any case: the coolness only added to the lack of intimacy and warmth.
Luckily his beanbag was plenty warm. Been sleeping in it all night; he had a healthy temperature and aura about him.First order of the day was to get some breakfast. Harrison still was noneffactive about the shooting sound. Yes
BANG!! A sound a like that.
For once in the day Harrison was able to sense his legs mingling with the ground. This only persuaded him further that he should move. Even now: the concrete floor was of misuse and had an abrasive texture that slid you off it easier than it drew you to it. He took extra care to connect the rubber of his two loose kidney-consistency handmade boots. He could barely see the door he wanted to get to: the rubble-filled poverty hostel was so spacious and bare; all the heat rooted to the ceiling, rooted there since primordial times; but it had never stayed the same heat, the same phenomenon. In any case: the coolness only added to the lack of intimacy and warmth.
Luckily his beanbag was plenty warm. Been sleeping in it all night; he had a healthy temperature and aura about him.First order of the day was to get some breakfast. Harrison still was noneffactive about the shooting sound. Yes
BANG!! A sound a like that.
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