Post by Needmorefood on Oct 20, 2014 21:46:51 GMT -5
It was just another day for Nonie. Sitting there on the street, next to her homeless brethren, hoping some generous soul would come along and drop a dollar or two into the small can that held her money. It wasn't easy, begging. Your fate rested entirely on the kindness and moods of other people. Richer people. People who could afford to throw away money to some nameless, faceless loser on the street corner dressed in rags. People who actually cared, or at least pretended to care. Maybe they were just trying to appear generous. Who knew?
So Nonie sat there, huddled on the corner with her legs pulled up to her chest for warmth. Her cash can stood in front of her, filled with about ten dollars and twenty three cents. Today was one of her better days, though she always seemed to have more luck than the other beggars. Dressed in a dirty but thick grey jacket, with a pair of torn, worn jeans, and very heavily used tennis shoes, she watched the people pass by her on the street, some not even glancing her way. As if she were merely a blotch on the sidewalk. She wasn't angry though. Anger wasn't a very good way to get money. Besides, she could always go to the nearest park and steal from some I watched purses while some witless, unsuspecting mother watched her kids. Nonie had done it numerous times without being caught, to the point where it became something of an art for her.
However, right now she merely sat and watched, her silver eyes peaking out from the shadows of her hood as she observed the numerous travelers passing her by. She hugged her knees slightly tighter for more warmth even if the sun was shining. It was fun, in a way, to watch the people to by. She could observe all kinds of people without a problem, since no one liked to make eye contact with the homeless. Then they would feel obliged to give her money. So she silently observed, seeing all the types of people walking, and making up little fake stories about each person as they walked. It was a great way to pass the time and keep her occupied. That and it was fun. She also had to watch out for gang members. Only god knew what they would do to her if they found her. Maybe use her for some sort of sick game just because they were bored. She had seen it happen to other homeless before, and she was determined to stay alive and untouched by the gangs' cruel games. But one never knew when trouble would strike.
So Nonie sat there, huddled on the corner with her legs pulled up to her chest for warmth. Her cash can stood in front of her, filled with about ten dollars and twenty three cents. Today was one of her better days, though she always seemed to have more luck than the other beggars. Dressed in a dirty but thick grey jacket, with a pair of torn, worn jeans, and very heavily used tennis shoes, she watched the people pass by her on the street, some not even glancing her way. As if she were merely a blotch on the sidewalk. She wasn't angry though. Anger wasn't a very good way to get money. Besides, she could always go to the nearest park and steal from some I watched purses while some witless, unsuspecting mother watched her kids. Nonie had done it numerous times without being caught, to the point where it became something of an art for her.
However, right now she merely sat and watched, her silver eyes peaking out from the shadows of her hood as she observed the numerous travelers passing her by. She hugged her knees slightly tighter for more warmth even if the sun was shining. It was fun, in a way, to watch the people to by. She could observe all kinds of people without a problem, since no one liked to make eye contact with the homeless. Then they would feel obliged to give her money. So she silently observed, seeing all the types of people walking, and making up little fake stories about each person as they walked. It was a great way to pass the time and keep her occupied. That and it was fun. She also had to watch out for gang members. Only god knew what they would do to her if they found her. Maybe use her for some sort of sick game just because they were bored. She had seen it happen to other homeless before, and she was determined to stay alive and untouched by the gangs' cruel games. But one never knew when trouble would strike.
but I have to go for tonight)