One Jump Ahead [Wonderboy]
May 26, 2012 13:29:28 GMT -5
Post by wimdy on May 26, 2012 13:29:28 GMT -5
The streets of District Six are generally a safe place to be. They're quiet and quaint and there's nothing all that special about them. Desperate vendors may attempt to assault possible buyers with their goods to make them purchase things they don't need, but that's about as dangerous as it gets in the intelligence district. Most of the people of the district are young people, slaving away for hours and hours in their schools to compete for internships and jobs alike, trying to get a foot ahead of their competition and sabotage all possible people except for themself. The educational sphere of District Six is a vicious dog-eat-dog world, a never ending cycle of posh superiority and menial labor done all just to keep the reputation of the district afloat.
It is on one of those rare busy days of the weekend that Eli finds himself strolling along the streets at dusk, hands in his back pockets and his head tilted back to take in the smell of all of the foods being cooked around him and the words being thrown past him and the stars beginning to appear above him. He hadn't had this much time to himself in weeks, having been working tirelessly at his internship to try and make a good impression with his bad attitude and flawless work ethic. The former tends to cancel out the latter. No matter what he does, it seems that no one in the chemistry wing will ever take even the smallest bit of a liking to him."Who needs them anyway? They're nothing. I'll show them just what I'm worth someday and they'll all be sorry."
The citizens are practically flooding into town now, kids and teens and adult roaming about in search of some leisure to distract themselves from their daily lives of toil and hardship. High pitched laughter floats from a bench where two girls talk animatedly about their week. A whine slithers across the crowds from a little boy, pointing and desperately begging for a sugary treat at a small shop. A panicked shriek cuts across the streets from a mother searching for her wandered-off daughter. Everyone is bustling about and weaving through the complicated web of bodies milling through the area, their individual voices melding together into a disharmonious melody unique to Distric Six, its inhabitants all contributors to the work of disheveled art. Its beautiful in it's own messy way, singing to Eli's inner child that is seeking a release from a life of torment and oppression at the hands of his own makers. He adds his own line of notes, whistling quietly as he strolls along the sidewalk until a body collides with his own, nearly knocking him over.
A boyish face worriedly stares at him and helps to steady him with a mumbled'sorry' before taking off along the streets again. Eli blinks to himself, an eyebrow raised as he watches the younger male walk off. He himself shrugs it off and continues on his way for only a moment before realization hits him in the form of an empty pocket and a smarting bumped shoulder.'That little punk...' He turns sharply on his heal, shoving people out of the way as he tries to find that shock of messy brown hair again, grumbling under his breath all the while about his image being ruined by his lack of cool. For a split second, he sees that face so he does what seems the most appropriate at the moment. He pauses."You!"