Blind Justice

This was where he'll be for maybe forever, then. Not in police holding, at least. Sam didn't find it particularly welcoming. It was a hell lot quieter than home. Or wherever the fuck he thought the home was, anyways. He smells flowers and trees, and the proper sort. The trees sounded like a forest when the wind blew, the flowers like the florist's place. The paths were made of stone. Nothing smelled like gasoline, garbage, or piss. It was like a fucking garden.

The school was big. He had an entire bloody room to himself, clean and tidy and too big for him. And there was an entire uniform set he was supposed to wear that felt like sandpaper on his skin, so he didn't wear it. Being on the inside of a building for too long made him antsy. The outside was too... open. There were no skyscrapers, barely any fucking cars, no dark alleyways and no 7-11s. He didn't know he'd miss Hong Kong that much.

So now he was, sitting under a tree, running his hands over a print book in English he nicked from somewhere he couldn't remember and only half-focusing the words. There weren't that many people in here. Made him on edge. Footsteps were edging closer. Some skinny kid, smaller than him, probably younger, too. Probably some scrawny student. He didn't pay much attention, either. He was too small to be a threat.

@schrodingerscat

"I know you're there," Sam called out. He didn't want anybody to be sneaking up on him. Well, the kid wasn't sneaking, but it sounded like they'd probably end up walking into the fucking tree if he didn't stop. That would be hilarious to listen to, of course, but he couldn't risk having an injured, pissed kid ratting him off to the school authorities. "Cuz you're about to walk into the fucking tree. Watch where you're going."

Sam continued reading his book. Or pretended to. He was listening closely to the kid's next moves. Maybe this was another scrawny little ninja - Who knows?

"Right. That's better." Sam said. He knew the kid nodded. He could hear the disturbance in the air. He's become used to ignoring things like this, not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb more than usual. This is an island for fucking weirdos like him, though. Still, it's better to be cautious. The less people know about him, the better.

"You gonna say something or what?"

"Right. So you're just gonna stand here in front of me." Sam said. The kid was a boy. 12, 13 years old. Short. Skinny. Standing directly in his way. Not really a threat. Sam adjusted his sunglasses so that it covered all the scar tissue on his face. Usually, people recoiled when they saw what's around his eyes. It wasn't like he was embarrassed, but better to make sure he didn't seem too much out of the ordinary right now. "That's great."

"Right. So you're just gonna stand here in front of me." Sam said. The kid was a boy. 12, 13 years old. Short. Skinny. Standing directly in his way. Not really a threat. Sam adjusted his sunglasses so that it covered all the scar tissue on his face. Usually, people recoiled when they saw what's around his eyes. It wasn't like he was embarrassed, but better to make sure he didn't seem too much out of the ordinary right now. "That's great."

"There's plenty of other good places around to read books," Sam said. The kid certainly wasn't a soft one, that was true. At least not with his words. Sam didn't want to risk a fight this early on in his time here. Again, he was on the fucking line from being sent back to where he came from. "Why do you have to choose here?"

"Reading while walking is bad for your eyes, you know," Sam added, dryly.