Post by .SyRiNGE on Nov 28, 2007 20:14:21 GMT
Well, this was certainly something new. All of it. New Jersey seemed rather different to Syringe than most places she'd been. And although she had traveled all the way from Illinois, looking for some new place to set up and get on with it all, she had difficulty getting used to it. The idea of moving had seemed simple to her at first - and it really wasm but only the idea - and it turned out that she had had to eliminate some of of her items from her list of things to take with her. The apartment she had chosen was tiny, good for her considering she didn't spend much time in it, and it couldn't hold very many of her larger items without looking cluttered. And Syringe could certainly have none of that. Cleanliness was important to the simple life. She did not wish to be the one screwing that up this time around.
Syringe made her way down the streets easily. She had no car at the moment, and while she was considering the idea of getting one she wasn't really in a rush to do so. As she walked on she spotted many a teenager. There was a high school not far from where she was standing, so she was under the impression that school was out for the week. Friday. She remembered how eager she was to leave school and begin the weekend. Perhaps not quite as eager as some of her friends, they practically jumped out of their seats when the last bell rang, because the thought of having homework hanging over her head until Sunday (she had never done it until the last moment) disgusted her.
Syringe tossed her hair slightly. She had cut it the shortest it had been in a long time, and it just reached her shoulders. It was a clean cut style, not really her, and she doubted she would have the time to put any effort into it every day. Wash and brush was her standard routine. Her dark eyes spotted a little girl, crying while a young woman, probably her mother, tried to comfort her. Syringe rolled her eyes. Who had the time for children now? And though she would never admit it, children threatened Syringe because she was always very afraid that she would hurt them.
Syringe was just reaching a row of fast food restauraunts, when she realized that she was hungry. The idea of eating what lay directly beside her was a repulsive thought, besides, what she really needed at the moment was a grocery store. A lunch of nothing but fruit sounded very good to her right about then, but she saw nothing where that may be provided to her. She'd have to keep on walking, and as she decided to do so she also decided that perhaps a map of New Jersey was also a good idea.
Syringe made her way down the streets easily. She had no car at the moment, and while she was considering the idea of getting one she wasn't really in a rush to do so. As she walked on she spotted many a teenager. There was a high school not far from where she was standing, so she was under the impression that school was out for the week. Friday. She remembered how eager she was to leave school and begin the weekend. Perhaps not quite as eager as some of her friends, they practically jumped out of their seats when the last bell rang, because the thought of having homework hanging over her head until Sunday (she had never done it until the last moment) disgusted her.
Syringe tossed her hair slightly. She had cut it the shortest it had been in a long time, and it just reached her shoulders. It was a clean cut style, not really her, and she doubted she would have the time to put any effort into it every day. Wash and brush was her standard routine. Her dark eyes spotted a little girl, crying while a young woman, probably her mother, tried to comfort her. Syringe rolled her eyes. Who had the time for children now? And though she would never admit it, children threatened Syringe because she was always very afraid that she would hurt them.
Syringe was just reaching a row of fast food restauraunts, when she realized that she was hungry. The idea of eating what lay directly beside her was a repulsive thought, besides, what she really needed at the moment was a grocery store. A lunch of nothing but fruit sounded very good to her right about then, but she saw nothing where that may be provided to her. She'd have to keep on walking, and as she decided to do so she also decided that perhaps a map of New Jersey was also a good idea.
