Community Plot #1
Placegeneral-Settingwinter-Timemid afternoon, 5pmish-Private/publicpublic
Haru
A small draft could be deadly in the winter. Pieces of newspaper did help with the combat against the cold, but only the lucky and fortunate were able to obtain a jacket to protect themselves on the streets of New York City. Unless, maybe they migrated. But whoever heard of migrating homeless people?
Haru zipped up his coat even more, catching his scarf in the zipper. He reversed his actions slightly, allowing a chance to free the piece of warmth from the zipper before bringing it fully up. He tucked the scarf back in, pressing his face into it. The steam from his exhales seeped through the creases to warm his cheeks and the bridge of his nose before the cold came shattering through again. He sighed. Another winter and he was fairly certain a few familiar faces wouldn't be returning during the spring. Spring. Renewal. Haru silently scoffed at this. The only thing that renewed itself was the gaudy colors people dressed themselves in and, occasionally, the plants. Secretly, he liked the spring. He liked knowing that even though these things could leave, they still came back in the end. The birds would always be here, however. Which meant that at least Cleo could eat. Haru looked down at the blue-black and gray haired cat that had lain itself against his leg. He could feel her breathing, and watched her breaths match up with her body's serene movements. If anyone could've seen past the scarf, they would've seen his smile. Cleo would always be there, as well. And, well, that was really all that mattered.
It was almost sun-down in the always on city, and that meant that it was time to find something to eat and go "home".
"Hm?" Cleo understood that it was time to go, and Haru's prompt only reassured her. The skinny cat stood, stretching her limbs and yawning deeply before shaking her entire body. "Alright," Haru stood from his semi-squat and imitated his partner, minus the shaking part. His hands reached down, grabbing the bag he had slung over his shoulders in such a same manner for years before making his way through the crowd rushing the streets to their own home, Cleo following closely.
Dierdre
"That's it, then!" Dierdre heaved her weight onto the small, cramped suitcase that lay on her bed, causing it to creak with the weight. She could feel the pressure from the items inside pushing back at her, but this didn't discourage her as she reached down and latched it with slight difficulty. The suitcase now threatening to burst but finally closed, Dierdre breathed a sigh of relief. "About time," she said to herself and the room. Over the past few years of living in the states and no one to talk to, she found it comforting to speak out loud to herself, dividing the silence between her and another person's thoughts.
Dierdre pulled the suitcase off the bed and settled it onto the floor. The taxi would be there soon, and her journey would continue to Manhattan. She was lucky enough to get herself a job in the city as a seamstress that had supplied her a room up above the store. Everything was working out nice, and all that was left was finding her legendary. A smile crept across her face, satisfied with herself.
A honk bellowed from outside. Dierdre stood, woken from her thoughts and stared out of the window to see her taxi. Grabbing the last of her things and shoving them into her bag and slinging it across her shoulder, Dierdre grabbed her suitcase and made her way down to the street. In four hours her search would be as close as it had ever been.
Haru
A small draft could be deadly in the winter. Pieces of newspaper did help with the combat against the cold, but only the lucky and fortunate were able to obtain a jacket to protect themselves on the streets of New York City. Unless, maybe they migrated. But whoever heard of migrating homeless people?
Haru zipped up his coat even more, catching his scarf in the zipper. He reversed his actions slightly, allowing a chance to free the piece of warmth from the zipper before bringing it fully up. He tucked the scarf back in, pressing his face into it. The steam from his exhales seeped through the creases to warm his cheeks and the bridge of his nose before the cold came shattering through again. He sighed. Another winter and he was fairly certain a few familiar faces wouldn't be returning during the spring. Spring. Renewal. Haru silently scoffed at this. The only thing that renewed itself was the gaudy colors people dressed themselves in and, occasionally, the plants. Secretly, he liked the spring. He liked knowing that even though these things could leave, they still came back in the end. The birds would always be here, however. Which meant that at least Cleo could eat. Haru looked down at the blue-black and gray haired cat that had lain itself against his leg. He could feel her breathing, and watched her breaths match up with her body's serene movements. If anyone could've seen past the scarf, they would've seen his smile. Cleo would always be there, as well. And, well, that was really all that mattered.
It was almost sun-down in the always on city, and that meant that it was time to find something to eat and go "home".
"Hm?" Cleo understood that it was time to go, and Haru's prompt only reassured her. The skinny cat stood, stretching her limbs and yawning deeply before shaking her entire body. "Alright," Haru stood from his semi-squat and imitated his partner, minus the shaking part. His hands reached down, grabbing the bag he had slung over his shoulders in such a same manner for years before making his way through the crowd rushing the streets to their own home, Cleo following closely.
Dierdre
"That's it, then!" Dierdre heaved her weight onto the small, cramped suitcase that lay on her bed, causing it to creak with the weight. She could feel the pressure from the items inside pushing back at her, but this didn't discourage her as she reached down and latched it with slight difficulty. The suitcase now threatening to burst but finally closed, Dierdre breathed a sigh of relief. "About time," she said to herself and the room. Over the past few years of living in the states and no one to talk to, she found it comforting to speak out loud to herself, dividing the silence between her and another person's thoughts.
Dierdre pulled the suitcase off the bed and settled it onto the floor. The taxi would be there soon, and her journey would continue to Manhattan. She was lucky enough to get herself a job in the city as a seamstress that had supplied her a room up above the store. Everything was working out nice, and all that was left was finding her legendary. A smile crept across her face, satisfied with herself.
A honk bellowed from outside. Dierdre stood, woken from her thoughts and stared out of the window to see her taxi. Grabbing the last of her things and shoving them into her bag and slinging it across her shoulder, Dierdre grabbed her suitcase and made her way down to the street. In four hours her search would be as close as it had ever been.