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The streets seem bright even in the fading sunlight. Where did the day go? You lift your head off of the concrete to get a grasp of your surroundings.
Dark clouds cover half the sky as the sun retreats beneath the horizon, shining intensely for the last moments. The buildings seem unfamiliar but impressive, a part of the city you've never visited. Offices, a park, billboards selling ad space, the sights tickle your memory. You were just following the wind as you walked the streets this morning. High in spirits and light on your feet, you practically skipped to this new part of town, and when you arrived, your slightly off beat rhythms and off key melodies brought in more cash then your most perfect of performances on other days. You were just packing up and heading off to get some grub when some guys pushed you into an alley.
"Oh yeah... I was mugged," you remind yourself. Your hand raises to the spot on your head where some shrimp got in a big swing with a baseball bat. The blood running down your forehead trickles through your fingers. "And I guess that explains the headache," you laugh to yourself. You have nothing left now you realize. They took the sax and its case with all the money. They emptied your pockets of lint, took your coat off your back, and ran off with your shoes.
You smile to yourself as you press your hand to your forehead and lean backwards onto some dull red brick wall, hoping the blood will clot before you lose anymore. It was such a promising day. Even now you don't feel miserable. Except for your stomach, but the two of you haven't been on good terms lately anyway. Your stomach growls at your incompetence but you don't spare it the attention.
You rest as the your head swims in pain, and it begins to rain. A cold rain that comes with the dark nights. And you suddenly wish you had your coat. Your legs don't feel like moving anymore. No apartments "For Sale or Rent" on this side of town anyway. You laugh a cold, jilted chuckle as you let yourself drift back into an unconsciousness that resembles sleep.
"Yo," a voice drifts over the beating of rain. An annoyance that seems to want to keep you from sleeping. You try to just ignore it, but a kick to your left shin quickly reminds you that even you have only so much patience.
"WHAT!?" you bark as your back straightens and your eyes shoot wide open to stare daggers at this brat. Some teenage girl. She yawns at your outburst. Who does she think she is? From her looks she might be seventeen tops and she looks like she's into punk with her dark hoodie, patched skirt, bright pink hair, and long pink nails wrapped around an umbrella handle which she holds carefully to keep the rain from touching herself. The street lights are too far away to see anything else.
"You smell," she states matter of factly, smiling at your anger. She probably just wants a rise out of you for kicks.
[ ] Ignore her. She'll get bored and go away.
[ ] Wait quietly for her to say something more. You are in no mood to start conversation, but if she went as far as kicking you she better have something more to say.
[ ] Say something to her.
[ ] Laugh like a maniac. You've never pretended to be crazy, but hell, you don't feel that far off right now.