Post by melody on Sept 16, 2007 21:43:02 GMT -5
Melody hummed softly to herself as she walked down the city streets, kicking at stray cardboard that flew along the sidewalks. Work had run late, some idiot kid copping out of getting a tattoo at the last minute. Her boss had been pissed to say the least and the kid had stubbornly refused to pay for the ink that'd been used on the bit of the tattoo that had been started.
Sighing, she took a left down the street and headed into an old alleyway, familiar with the settings of it. She used it frequently when she was just trying to get home as fast as possible. She wasn't afraid of the dark that laid within the dank crevices, she never feared what she new. But she didn't like it either, hated fighting, although if push came to shove, she wasn't afraid to get physical. Melody wasn't the strongest of humans, but her years of staying after school for free dance lessons had toned her body, making her agile and quick on her feet.
A stray piece of cardboard flew up at her and she grumbled under her breath as she tossed it from her face, rounding another corner. Emerald eyes flitted up to the sky and she took in the rising moon. It was late. Not a good time in the projects for someone like her. She hated to admit it but around this time of night, she was weak, and easy prey to those who were strong and looking for a fight. Or a quick meal. She stopped at a bus stop bench, iron rusting and in need of repair. She sat at the corner of it, purse in her lap. Her eyes closed and she sighed. She'd just wait for the bus to take her to her apartment, hope to god the warm water was working and maybe even score a bath.
Sighing, she took a left down the street and headed into an old alleyway, familiar with the settings of it. She used it frequently when she was just trying to get home as fast as possible. She wasn't afraid of the dark that laid within the dank crevices, she never feared what she new. But she didn't like it either, hated fighting, although if push came to shove, she wasn't afraid to get physical. Melody wasn't the strongest of humans, but her years of staying after school for free dance lessons had toned her body, making her agile and quick on her feet.
A stray piece of cardboard flew up at her and she grumbled under her breath as she tossed it from her face, rounding another corner. Emerald eyes flitted up to the sky and she took in the rising moon. It was late. Not a good time in the projects for someone like her. She hated to admit it but around this time of night, she was weak, and easy prey to those who were strong and looking for a fight. Or a quick meal. She stopped at a bus stop bench, iron rusting and in need of repair. She sat at the corner of it, purse in her lap. Her eyes closed and she sighed. She'd just wait for the bus to take her to her apartment, hope to god the warm water was working and maybe even score a bath.