glass half full; elegant
Oct 28, 2021 15:59:47 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Oct 28, 2021 15:59:47 GMT -5
K E M A L I
Sitting out on by a shitty table on Sunday morning with nothing but his handmade jewelry, an overcast sky overhead threatened to weep with each passing second. He could've been doing anything. Sitting out with his friends, trying to score some beer, trying -and failing- to talk to girls. Instead, he was out by an empty street trying to clear the last of his jewelry.
He didn't want to make a profit, something about profiting from another person's heritage felt wrong, but he just wanted people to listen. The best way to get people to listen? You get them in a good mood. The best way to get someone in a good mood? Give them something. It was that simple. In this shithole of a district, everyone needed something to make each day seem just that little bit less grey than the last. Kemali had taken to using hope as his coping mechanism.
Someday, he'd get enough people. They'd get out of District Nine, build a boat, and set sail for his ancestral homeland.
He smiled.
When he spotted another figure walking past their abandoned street he waved, smiling so he revealed his crooked teeth. "Yo," he picked up a multi-coloured wooden bracelet he'd made. It had taken him months to fashion the beads and paint them. Truth be told, if this passerby pulled a gun and took it from him he'd probably cry. Oh well, no treasure without risks. He generously held the bracelet out in an outstretched hand. temptation sitting heavy on the palm of his hand. "You want some jewelry? No money needed or nothing."
He didn't show how exhausted he was.
