Afternoon Suade

[JJ]

Moon Phase: Half moon; waxing.
Time of Day: Beginning of Afternoon.

Inside of the dark, dim-lightened store, only a few people browsed around. Their glassy orbs looking at the many things for sale, and the sound of shuffling and objects moving on the racks noticable. Two roasted chestnut eyes shifted from side to side, looking at the humans that surrounded him. Ever carefully, his advanced eye sight went over all of them and studied their movements, moods, and watching for any suspicion at all. Listening carefully, his advanced hearing could hear anything that went on around him. Muscles twitched in great anticipation and thoughts raced like a Thoroughbred throughout his mind. As the right moment came to him, the long and lanky legs walked quickly, but casually out of the store. Placing a smile on his facial features and letting out a slight chuckle, he made it seem like he was running after another friend, for his appearance was that of a tall fourteen year old. As he was in the clear, he began to accelerate and his legs looked like a blur, running faster than most humans. The cashier had seen him exit the store, but dismissed him as a playful child and paid him no mind.

Worn sneakers pounded against the asphalt of the ground, the white pattern on the shoe that was once gloriously pleasing the eye no just a yellow stain. The laces were frayed beyond belief and tangled into such a mess that you couldn't tell where one lace started and the other ended. Now, it was clear to any common human on the street what was grasped in the teen's hands. One pair of brand new and obviously expensive sneakers were dangling there, the colors reflecting off of the blazing sun. But these weren't just any pair of sneakers, they were signed by the well known and loved Jhordan Paara. To others, he was known as the 'God of Basketball.'

The shoes had a waving price tag of '$900.00' that was clear to see as the tall and skinny figure rushed passed everyone as if in hot pursuit. The alarm of the store the boy had shoptlifted rung out as the boy turned the corner into an alleyway. Going down a few more streets, the boy began to feel more secure thanks to the distance he placed himself from the ringing store. He slipped off his worn out shoes and felt the new suade sneakers on his feet. Feeling proud of his new shoes, he walked down the alleyway causually. The brown British cap on the top of his head covered his odd looking orange mop of hair that had only one natural black streak through it. His eyes began to look around slightly nervously, however he did not show it in his expression, and his excellent hearing picked up the sounds of a person nearby him. He could hear breathing and footsteps against the ground. His first thought was: cops.

[+.Henry.+]

A brown haired head bobbed up and down through the different racks and knick-knacks in a busy, crowded store. The figure's hair was curly, not to mention messy, going down to about the middle of her neck and spiking out somewhat in the back. Desperately in need of a brush, one might observe. The hair covered the figure's left eye, and if you looked closer you could tell that it seemed to be a boy [but in actuality was a girl]. The one visible eye was grayish green, with flecks of blue and yellow. A scar ran across her face. She was wearing an oversized brown trench coat that went down a bit below her knees, her hands completely engulfed by the sleeves. The most surprising part were a pair of tan wolf ears that stuck out, which she was obviously trying to hide. But enough about her. It was what she was doing that was more interesting.

Weaving through billowing crowds of people, the boyish looking wolf girl ducked and dodged a swarm of hands, feet, bodies, more hands, and not to mention more feet and bodies. Reaching arms of children who wanted their rich mommies to buy them this new toy. Rin didnt have any money. She couldnt buy toys. Let alone carry them with her, for she also had no house. Dazed and confused, she was an orphan. The brunette finally stopped in front of a bakery section. Rolls of bread lined wooden shelves, begging to be taken. Knowing she had to eat sometime, the werewolf took a roll and tucked it into her huge coat. Only one more problem to solve... And it waited in the hats section.

After a few minutes of fighting her way through the ocean of mindless 'normalies', as she called them, Rinku Graywolf finally reached her destination. Hats. Tons of hats. Thousands, maybe. They lined the shelves, big hats, small hats, poofy hats... She reached out a pale and bony finger, fixing her eyes on a brown and black plaid newsboy hat. It was on the large and poofy side, perfect for what she needed it for. She snapped off the twenty dollar tag with a deft hand, then plopped it onto her head and stuffed her tan wolf ears inside. No one noticed. But they would, once she got out and human alarms kicked in. Taking a deep breath, Rin ran for the exit, limping on her left foot. That's how she always moved, it seemed she had a permanent limp.

Sure enough, the instant she exited the door, the alarms sounded. They hurt her ears, even though they were stuffed up in a hat. Fabric just wasnt thick enough, though it did have its pluses. For days now the brunette had been trying to find a way to conceal her ears, and turtleing with shirts and hoods just hadnt cut it. Finally she wouldnt have to adjust her clothes every two seconds, now she was free. Well, umm... Except for the point that she was probrably being followed. If only she could run faster! If only--

Slam! The wind was harshly knocked out of the werewolf. She fell to the ground, heaving for breath without knowing why. No pain was on her face. It was like she couldnt feel any.