Post by Nea Ryotoji on Jan 22, 2013 15:24:48 GMT -5
Neah slowly walked down the alleyways of the over crowded streets of Atsugi. He placed his his gloved hands in his pockets as he heard the sound of small animals scurrying along the dirty alley as he turned down a side street. He looked over in the corner of his eye as he saw a black cat poke its head out of a downed garbage bin. He smiled at it but continued along his way. a strong gust of wind blew in front of him and his white trench coat behind him making it flap in the breeze.
He scowled his eyes when he picked up a unsightly smell of rotting garbage. He saw a man lying in the garbage inside a cardboard box his body wrapped in news paper. It was a sad sight to see how low humans can sink into despair. he crouched by the mans head and placed a few bills by the man's head. He wondered why this man slept out here instead of a shelter it would be so much safer inside a shelter. He shook his head and continued along the alley and listened to the sound of traffic and people passing by in the nearby streets.
He opened a nearby door and walked into a seemingly deserted building and left the door open. The building was empty except for a work bench with some tools on it and a large object that appeared to be piano shaped. But it was covered underneath a tarp and lay in the darkness of the corner. He cracked his neck to the side and listened to the cartilage snap as he walked towards the workbench and placed on his head a head lamp flashlight. He clicked the head lamp on and began to tinker with the music box very delicately with a small screw driver.
He scowled his eyes when he picked up a unsightly smell of rotting garbage. He saw a man lying in the garbage inside a cardboard box his body wrapped in news paper. It was a sad sight to see how low humans can sink into despair. he crouched by the mans head and placed a few bills by the man's head. He wondered why this man slept out here instead of a shelter it would be so much safer inside a shelter. He shook his head and continued along the alley and listened to the sound of traffic and people passing by in the nearby streets.
He opened a nearby door and walked into a seemingly deserted building and left the door open. The building was empty except for a work bench with some tools on it and a large object that appeared to be piano shaped. But it was covered underneath a tarp and lay in the darkness of the corner. He cracked his neck to the side and listened to the cartilage snap as he walked towards the workbench and placed on his head a head lamp flashlight. He clicked the head lamp on and began to tinker with the music box very delicately with a small screw driver.