fabricated issues : {arctic}

[googlefont="Coming Soon:400"]callahan reiss
Walking. What kinds of things can you find on such a simple activity? Well apparently what I found, quite a lot. Today started normally, waking up to the screech of a person from the slums who either got caught stealing or caught breaking any other kind of rule. It's normal for someone with the 'luxury' of living in the slums. It was cold, we lived out in an ally, but being warm was one of the precious things for us along with actually having the ability to eat.

Though, my mom's lazy ass wouldn't be up yet for three hours. So, since we need food to keep us alive I decided that now would be a good time to start getting on the hunt for food. Pulling on the very poorly treated yet stolen coat that was definitely too large for my liking and gloves (stolen as well), outside I went.

Step. The boot of mine, one of few things that's not stolen echoed throughout the alleyway. The occasional whine of a baby, cry of a starving child and crackle of a fireplace could be heard inside what I have grown to call my home. If you couldn't tell, I'm totally the most rich person in my district. Hah. I'm funny. The only thing I'm rich of is filth.

Taking a bath and being in the slums doesn't really mix, so the closest thing to cleansing your body without scarring every other person living in the slums was being in light clothing during a storm. Though occasionally we have the surprising bowl filled with water to use (which I don't really favor, since we all have to share).

The footsteps quickened as I wanted to try and find food and get back 'home' before I froze to death. And my foodsteps continued, echoing and announcing my presence to anyone nearby. Thump. I was walking.

While I was walking I had run into quite the balancing act. There was a young male walking with a box in his hands, teetering and tottering, teasing the ground as he stood his ground. He clutches it, and even from this distance I can see the white knuckles clinging onto the box. Though, his teasing of the ground had fallen soon (and quite literally).

His feet got caught on a rock and suddenly the box he was carrying was falling to the ground. It seemed quite old-school at the moment, though that was besides the point. Fabric was all over the ground scattered everywhere. I heard him curse loudly as he had kneeled down to place the fabrics back in the box.

It was the perfect chance to steal something from him- though I wasn't going to do it wide in the open. My footsteps made their way over yo him and soon my shadow was hovering over him.

Words had been spoken. Words are fun, right? These ones are. "Nice job, I applaud."