♠ ʟαғαчεттε ɢαяαтεʟʟı ♠
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Oh let him go bluebird.
Ready to fly,
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Lafayette hated moments like this—she couldn’t come up with any inspiration for any sketch at the moment… Maybe looking at some of the different people passing by would help?
With a frustrated little puff of breath, she set the pencil down on her sketchbook, and leaned back on the bench, glancing around at the array of faces that passed her, each one different and unique in its own way. There were of course the business people, all dressed up in their suits, babbling on into the Bluetooth ear pieces or cell phones. Then alongside them, there were the young people with varying sorts of styles and appearances… all except for the fact that they had their eyes glued onto their phones while they walked on by, texting away with their friends who were walking directly next to them. Or the animal lovers who were out walking their energetic, tail-wagging dogs. Or the shopaholics who were burring themselves to the point where they merely looked like walking stacks of shopping bags.
And then some.
It was actually quite amazing as to how many people you could see wandering about in just one tiny area here in Blossom Bay…
But there was one person in particular who suddenly made Lafayette raise an eyebrow.
He wasn’t extremely odd—Lafayette had seen beggars and homeless people before… but this guy looked pretty young compared to some of them, and not to mention rather feeble. Over all, he didn’t look extremely unhealthy, but just by the way he was carrying himself, he just looked so tired and helpless.
It wasn’t long before Lafayette caught herself staring at him and glance back down at her canvas bag. Maybe she could offer to buy him something to eat? She knew that if her father was here, he’d probably start going off about how you just can’t trust people nowadays and how one moment, you might be trying to help out someone in need, and the next thing you know, you’re being mugged.
But Lafayette wasn’t the type of person who could just go about without doing something to help someone…
With a faint frown of uneasiness, she collected her items once again and glanced over her shoulder at the food stand in front of her. Maybe she could just buy him something and go about her way again?
Ah, what the heck? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind…
She cleared her throat a bit nervously until finally, she drew in a deep breath and tightened her grip on the canvas bag strap, her little high heels clicking against the sidewalk as she approached him with a couple of cautious steps.
“Err… Excuse me,” she started quietly, clearing her throat to see whether or not he would notice her. “Umm, is there anything I can do to help you out? I mean… I couldn’t help but notice you look pretty, umm, hungry… or something. …I could maybe buy you something if you’d like.”
Wait, what am I doing? I mean, what if the guy takes offence to this? After all, I’m not sure it feels great to have some complete stranger tell you that you look like some charity case or something. Dang… Why did I think this was a good idea?
For a split second, she thought about just abandoning ship and running off, but then again, that certainly wouldn’t make matters any better. Gosh, Lafayette sometimes found herself to hate her loud mouth…
And this was one of those times.
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♠ ᴬˁᴴᵀᴼᴺ ᴸᴬᵁᴿᴱᴺᶜᴱ♠
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Maybe nobody loved you when you were young.
Maybe, boy, when you cry, nobody ever comes.
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Give up the machine gun
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Damn… this girl is good…
Apparently, he hadn’t been fast enough to outrun a girl, and at the moment, Ash was feeling just the slightest bit disappointed in himself for that. Nonetheless, he came to a slow stop, holding his hands up as she spun him around forcefully.
“Who I am is none of your damn business, lady,” he muttered coldly, eyes narrowed as he spoke, still holding on tightly to the bag of delicious goodies he’d stolen from her.
Come on, if she was getting worked up about this, she’d better be glad that he hadn’t actually done more—she was lucky he’d decided to try and cause the least amount of harm as possible.
And then he noticed the knife.
“Whoah! Okay, look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I honestly don’t think you need to pull that out on me just because I took some food. I mean, I’m famished and I seriously don’t have any money to go out and buy something for myself. So before you try and go all mobster or something on me by slitting my throat, I just want to say—“
Come on idiot, just pull the gun out… just to scare her…
So while he was busy talking, he suddenly reached into the pocket of his sweatshirt and drew out a 9mm handgun, pointing it directly at the young woman and backing away slightly. “I just want to say that if you take one more f*ing step closer, I will use this—I’m not gonna cut you a break just ‘cause you’re a girl, got what I’m sayin’? Now if you know what’s best for you, I’d say just get the hell out of my face and go away, got it?”
His turquoise eyes were narrowed fiercely as he continued to move away slowly, his finger tight on the gun’s trigger. “I’ll give you a couple of seconds to get out of here… but if you don’t cooperate, my little buddy here won’t be afraid to stick a nice bullet in that pretty little head of yours. So run along now and try not to pull anything funny, okay?”
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