Post by Street on Jul 15, 2010 21:14:02 GMT -5
Street walked into the warehouse and over to the make shift table and started to empty her pockets. A few small, slightly valuable trinkets, fell onto the table from her small hands. Watches, a coin purse, a few loose coins. She hummed a song slightly, humming completely out of tune. She was happy. Out of a pocket, she pulled a cinnamon bun. Before consuming, she picked a few pieces of lint off it and then took a large bit, enjoying the warm and fluffy dessert.
From another pocket she pulled another cinnamon bun. She looked at it and then set it on a crate by a certain cot. It was for a certain individual, who was very important. Very important. Street placed a flyer she'd found on August's cot. She could not read it, but lots of people had been looking at a similar one. She figured it might be important.
She then yawned and held onto her bun, to make sure it did not fall into the dust. She looked at the corner, where she slept on a pile of blankets. Two fresh spots in the dirt revealed the place where Harper and Archer had once slept. But Harper was dead and Archer was gone. Disappeared. She missed him. She would gladly have both of them back. She looked at the last few cots, Hysteria, King, Whitey, and Angel. And then one for if Missy stayed over.
Street sighed and chomped on her bun again, savoring the flavor. No matter how much she loved them and wanted another, she would not take Chance's. It was his. Always would be.
From another pocket she pulled another cinnamon bun. She looked at it and then set it on a crate by a certain cot. It was for a certain individual, who was very important. Very important. Street placed a flyer she'd found on August's cot. She could not read it, but lots of people had been looking at a similar one. She figured it might be important.
She then yawned and held onto her bun, to make sure it did not fall into the dust. She looked at the corner, where she slept on a pile of blankets. Two fresh spots in the dirt revealed the place where Harper and Archer had once slept. But Harper was dead and Archer was gone. Disappeared. She missed him. She would gladly have both of them back. She looked at the last few cots, Hysteria, King, Whitey, and Angel. And then one for if Missy stayed over.
Street sighed and chomped on her bun again, savoring the flavor. No matter how much she loved them and wanted another, she would not take Chance's. It was his. Always would be.
