Out And About And Bored As Shit [O]

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[/i] moods, and it was fucking my mind over. I wished I was with Isabella right about now; she seemed to so far be the only thing or only one that could stave off my depression. Spring was finally blooming, bringing all the primaveral flora that entailed, which showed even in the newly warmed streets that were flooded with people, one of which I now traversed.

...A street, asshole, not a person.

Even though I was quite obviously female, I was taller than most, even if I did stoop slightly as my hands were held in my pockets; my whole pose came off as threatening somewhat, and the sea of pedestrians naturally gave me openings to pass through without me ever having to lift a finger. It was frustrating, sometimes, how I just so naturally drove people away; then again, I contemplated with a rueful grin, I was usually annoyed when I attracted people, too. Especially guys... in that way. That was kinda irritating, and it always seemed so terribly shallow.

At any rate, I had no clue why I was out here; I supposed maybe if I wandered far enough I'd come across another illuminating personage... not that I wanted anyone besides Isabella, but just... I don't really know. I was a very basic and instinct-driven animal; when I wanted something, I usually went for it, sometimes without realizing it, and here I was. I turned off the main street at that moment, for the bunched crowd was gnawing on my social claustrophobia, and though the adjacent lane was still well populated, it was not quite as infested as its neighbour.

Here, I found a wall, about as high as my head, and without even a proper examination of it I leaped up onto it, placing a palm mid-air onto its peak and twirling my whole body round upon that point to rest my full body rather artfully upon the hard, uncomfortable, completely unsatisfactory but somehow good enough horizontal flat. The curious and conformity-defying action had, and continued to, attract a few gazes, but I gave no fucks, merely planted my elbows upon my knees and my chin upon my palms and stared out across the sea of people indifferently, never really seeing any of them.

I had no clue how long I was going to stay here, or why I'd come here, or if there was a better alternative, but for the minute I couldn't be arsed to leave.[/ul][/justify]