MJ ._.
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It was a cold winter day. The sky was covered with thick grey clouds that blocked the sunlight, which made the day as dark as twilight. The snow that had sat on the ground was thicker in allies. It had been wiped from the streets but surfaces had frozen and become dangerously slippery. In this not so pleasant weather, a young girl left the shelter of homeless people that was being supported by the local church. She was clad in black. Her woven hat that covered down to her ears, her turtleneck jacket, her coat, her tight pants, her half boots and large pouch; they were all black. That dark outfit could make her hard to be noticed at night. She pulled the collar of her jacket up to hide her lower face and protect her breath from getting cold. Having no specific destinations in mind, she decided to go to some crowded places, like buses and subway, for pick pocketing. Every day, she would use rush hours in the morning and evening to hide in the crowd and earn her daily share of money from bags and pockets of people she didn’t know and didn’t care about. She wasn’t greedy; she was satisfied as soon as she had gotten enough money to fill her stomach for one course. But that day nothing was going to happen according to the plan.
It was inside a cramped bus that she noticed she was going to have a busy day. Everything began with a guy, who had covered half of his face with a scarf, eyeing her several times and looking away as soon as their eyes met. She knew that guy was up to something no good, although wasn’t sure what his goal could be. To leave the stalker behind, she changed buses again and again but he was as persistent as a tick. In the last bus they got on, she met a group of young girls around her own age. She moved close to them and followed them out of the bus and then to their destination. The stalker had to be cautious now that his target was moving with some young girls who seemed to be students. If he was seen tailing them, he’d be arrested by the police. They weren’t homeless like his target so would easily panic and call the police. The group of girls made their way toward campus of MIT university where was abundant with young folk who hurried from one building to the other. It was only after passing the graduate residence that the homeless girl realized that her stalker had lost her.
“Seems that they’ve assigned spies around every charity shelter… I can’t go to one anymore. If I’m lucky, I can find someone to stick to and spend the night with for a while. Then… I’d better leave this city and find some town to hide at… ” She thought while aimlessly strolling through the campus.
It was inside a cramped bus that she noticed she was going to have a busy day. Everything began with a guy, who had covered half of his face with a scarf, eyeing her several times and looking away as soon as their eyes met. She knew that guy was up to something no good, although wasn’t sure what his goal could be. To leave the stalker behind, she changed buses again and again but he was as persistent as a tick. In the last bus they got on, she met a group of young girls around her own age. She moved close to them and followed them out of the bus and then to their destination. The stalker had to be cautious now that his target was moving with some young girls who seemed to be students. If he was seen tailing them, he’d be arrested by the police. They weren’t homeless like his target so would easily panic and call the police. The group of girls made their way toward campus of MIT university where was abundant with young folk who hurried from one building to the other. It was only after passing the graduate residence that the homeless girl realized that her stalker had lost her.
“Seems that they’ve assigned spies around every charity shelter… I can’t go to one anymore. If I’m lucky, I can find someone to stick to and spend the night with for a while. Then… I’d better leave this city and find some town to hide at… ” She thought while aimlessly strolling through the campus.
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eyflfla
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Naomi crosses the campus debating her defensive options against the cold. She could trot to warm her body. Her laptop was light enough, and she was an experienced jogger, but the sharp scent of frost convinces her that would only lead to a sore throat. She considers her balaclava but vanity wins out, and so she ends up like everyone else; Hood strings drawn tight, huddled in her puffy white coat, she shuffles through the sleet. Head down against the cold, she scans the icy footprints for optimal traction. Her whole world is focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Such is winter in the north east, she muses to herself. Her back brain wonders if there is a certain poetry to it, and if an artsy sort could make it work.
She comes to a crossing and her aperture expands to take in traffic, automotive and pedestrian. A black clad figure stands out against the crowd, an aberration in the pattern of half-frozen students. She can't quite put her finger on it, and it drives her to distraction. She is jostled from behind and lets the crowd move her across the street, inexorably towards the stranger.
The stranger is dressed warm like everyone else, she is bundled and burdened like everyone else. Is it the quality of her clothes? Was it the way she walked? Naomi didn't know, but she wanted to. She detours from the promised warmth of a direct route home and selects an observational directory that will let her pass within meters of the other. There is a parting in the crowd and Naomi is able to study her, catching her eye at the last as she raises her head.
One more footstep and she will either have to keep going, or approach the girl. Her mind vacillates on a razor's edge
She comes to a crossing and her aperture expands to take in traffic, automotive and pedestrian. A black clad figure stands out against the crowd, an aberration in the pattern of half-frozen students. She can't quite put her finger on it, and it drives her to distraction. She is jostled from behind and lets the crowd move her across the street, inexorably towards the stranger.
The stranger is dressed warm like everyone else, she is bundled and burdened like everyone else. Is it the quality of her clothes? Was it the way she walked? Naomi didn't know, but she wanted to. She detours from the promised warmth of a direct route home and selects an observational directory that will let her pass within meters of the other. There is a parting in the crowd and Naomi is able to study her, catching her eye at the last as she raises her head.
One more footstep and she will either have to keep going, or approach the girl. Her mind vacillates on a razor's edge
MJ ._.
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There was a point where the stranger had to separate her path from students. The girl in black could feel gazes and glances coming at her direction. After all, it wasn’t hard to distinguish an aimless homeless person among neat people who were determined to reach somewhere. The difference wasn’t only her second handed and old fashioned clothes but her shifting eyes too. She had followed a group and had reached to the gymnasium but then had to turn her back at them to return to the street. This time the flow of the crowd had taken her toward the laboratories of physics department. She could feel the security of this section stronger than most of other streets, so backed off quickly. As a result of her puzzlement due to being out of place, she ended up dillydallying in the avenue. She wondered if it was really possible to meet someone useful in the campus. Even if she was going to fail there, she had to kill about an hour of her time before leaving the campus of MIT and taking refuge in a park, since it was still too early for housewives to bring their children out to the parks to play in open door. Unfortunately, it was one of those cold days and parks weren’t going to be crowded even at noon.
Her eyes were still wandering among faces that looked at her for a moment then averted their eyes or those that didn’t notice her at all, when met with those of that specific girl’s. She was a girl in white coat who was wearing a curious but cautious look in her eyes. The homeless girl wished that she would be not only curious but kind as well, in order to help her find a shelter for at least one night. To find that out, she had to try her or rather give her a hint that she was eager to talk to her. She winked at the doubtful student then pulled her collar down to reveal a gentle smile, then hoped that the other girl would buy it.
eyflfla
Her eyes were still wandering among faces that looked at her for a moment then averted their eyes or those that didn’t notice her at all, when met with those of that specific girl’s. She was a girl in white coat who was wearing a curious but cautious look in her eyes. The homeless girl wished that she would be not only curious but kind as well, in order to help her find a shelter for at least one night. To find that out, she had to try her or rather give her a hint that she was eager to talk to her. She winked at the doubtful student then pulled her collar down to reveal a gentle smile, then hoped that the other girl would buy it.
eyflfla
