Post by D9M Pisces Gem [Kaplan] on May 22, 2020 19:29:18 GMT -5
Silence. That's all that I can produce. I can no longer speak, and although I've gotten used to it over the years, it can be frustrating at times. When things bother me, I can't speak up and express that. When I want to thank someone for something kind they've done for me, I can't say a word. Sure, I've got some sign language that I can use, but most people don't understand it. When I headed out that morning, I shoved a couple dollars and a quarter or two into my pocket from my jar of money that I kept in my bedroom. It was just in case. You never know when having a couple of dollars or some change on you could make a difference. You had to be careful, having money on you, though. There were thieves and pickpockets everywhere.
Although, when it comes to my opinion on thieves and pickpockets, I say, let them do what they do and don't interfere. From what I've seen, a lot of them steal because they need the money. They're often poor, not very well-off and could use even a single dollar. I'm not wealthy myself, so I won't intentionally let them steal from me. If they're good enough at what they do to catch me off guard, though, I'll let them get away with it. On my walk, I start to get physically tired. That's when I decide to take a break for a minute, leaning my right side against a lamppost. I stood there for a little bit, just watching people pass me by. I smiled at the strangers who greeted me and waved sometimes, too, but I didn't give them a hello. I couldn't give them a hello, and I hated that.
Title from: "This Is Gospel" by Panic! at the Disco
Zoe was like a shadow melting through the ally. Over and under the debris that dotted her path and with ease she made not a word, nor a sound. The only presence that she seemed to give off was the wind as she danced by without hesitation to find her next profit or tinkering toy for her brother. No matter what, she was the escape artist, the artist who painted the scene and then in the blink of an eye, destroyed it before it could be stolen by someone else. She liked the absence that she left behind for unknown reasons. The surprise of the voices that suddenly questioned their very sanity that she had stolen.
It made her tinker with a grin as she slipped the next gift to herself in her pocket and heard the sting of accusations against the guy that was standing near him. In her pocket, she toyed with the wallet, square and thick but as she meddled with opening it with her fingers, she could feel that it was the pictures in the wallet that make the bulk. She fiddled with the next opening and felt for the cash and she only brushed her index finger against a few folded bills. What they were was a mystery, but it made her heart thump harder. Zale would be proud of her and in return, she might get a small reward upon returning it to him at a later date.
Pictures are priceless after all.
As she skipped around, very light in her steps, she came upon the next willing victim she had seen just standing there. He looked composed and comfortable leaning against the pole and surely he'd notice if someone got too close. So she decided to bring him closer to her instead.
Not more than a foot away from him, she felt herself stumble purposely and landing just off to his left. A tiny noise of helplessness accompanying her as she looked up to see if he took notice, but her eyes seemed to glance at his pocket closest to her. "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't hit you, did I?"
Post by D9M Pisces Gem [Kaplan] on May 24, 2020 11:16:20 GMT -5
A girl strode over to me, and spoke as she stood next to me.
She apologized, then asking if she had hit me. She hadn't, so I smiled, shaking my head no. It was truly the best way I could respond to her. Sometimes I wish I could give a friendly 'it's all good' or something of the like, but I can't. I just can't. It's physically impossible for me.
The girl probably didn't realize it, but I caught her gaze towards my pocket. She was a pickpocket- a thief- whatever word you wanted to use- but I wasn't going to fight her for it. Instead, I'd act like I didn't realize it. I'd let her do as she pleased, because, in my experience, trying to fight someone just made things worse. In school, kids take things from me, throw things at me and push me around, but I just let them. If I try to fight back, I always just get hurt more, so it's really not worth it to me.
When it comes to people who do bad things, I've only ever fought back if they were physically harming someone I care about. I can't use my words, of course, so I've had to learn how to throw a punch. I just don't enjoy doing so.
My policy is, if you hurt me, fine, but if you hurt my friends, I'll fight back.
This girl wasn't hurting anyone, though, which meant I'd let her do as she wished. If she wanted my two dollars and fifty cents, she was welcome to it. Maybe she even needed it. Who knows?