Melanie's breath came out in bright white puffs as she walked through the park. It was a shortcut to cut through the park on her way home, since it meant she didn't have to walk the whole block out of her way it would have taken to avoid it. Her nose was buried in her scarf as she breathed in stale air that smelled like peanut butter cups and strawberry milk. Part of her snack before she walked home.
Rolling her shoulders to adjust her backpack, she gave a cursory look around her. The park wasn't too densely populated this time of year--it was warm enough that it probably wouldn't snow, but cold enough for it to be uncomfortable outside without a decent level of protection against the elements and the temperature. With so few people around, she couldn't imagine there being any point in trying to analyze the people around her.
But that didn't mean she wasn't going to try.
If her fear power was ever going to get stronger, then she had to start watching people more closely. Everyone was afraid of something, and her mom told her that every person gave away their fears in a million subtle ways, from the way they tied their shoes to the way they said hello, all the way down to which direction they look first when crossing the street.
As the loose gravel crackled slightly under her furred boots, she picked a person out at random. Female. Late 30s. Walks with a cane. Perhaps fears losing control of her life, or the loss of independence that comes with a loss of mobility.
She turned her head. Male, Late teens. His overly excited demeanor suggests layers of psychological damage, perhaps fears loneliness.
And once more, she gave the area around her a glance. Male, Early Adolescent. Always writing. Perhaps determined to be a good student through--
And her thought stopped. The kid looked up, seemed to lock eyes with someone, then look at her, before going back to writing. He was noting his surroundings, just like she was doing. Well, now she was interested. With a slightly kick of her boot, she turned and walked towards him. The boy was shorter than her by a couple inches, and wore plain, unassuming clothes. "Hey." She said, her voice muffled lightly by her scarf. "What're you up to?"
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Rolling her shoulders to adjust her backpack, she gave a cursory look around her. The park wasn't too densely populated this time of year--it was warm enough that it probably wouldn't snow, but cold enough for it to be uncomfortable outside without a decent level of protection against the elements and the temperature. With so few people around, she couldn't imagine there being any point in trying to analyze the people around her.
But that didn't mean she wasn't going to try.
If her fear power was ever going to get stronger, then she had to start watching people more closely. Everyone was afraid of something, and her mom told her that every person gave away their fears in a million subtle ways, from the way they tied their shoes to the way they said hello, all the way down to which direction they look first when crossing the street.
As the loose gravel crackled slightly under her furred boots, she picked a person out at random. Female. Late 30s. Walks with a cane. Perhaps fears losing control of her life, or the loss of independence that comes with a loss of mobility.
She turned her head. Male, Late teens. His overly excited demeanor suggests layers of psychological damage, perhaps fears loneliness.
And once more, she gave the area around her a glance. Male, Early Adolescent. Always writing. Perhaps determined to be a good student through--
And her thought stopped. The kid looked up, seemed to lock eyes with someone, then look at her, before going back to writing. He was noting his surroundings, just like she was doing. Well, now she was interested. With a slightly kick of her boot, she turned and walked towards him. The boy was shorter than her by a couple inches, and wore plain, unassuming clothes. "Hey." She said, her voice muffled lightly by her scarf. "What're you up to?"
@Awesomefirestorm