[open for any to claim]
WHO: [ narrated only ]
WHAT: A surprise is left by a distressed teen, waiting for someone to help.
WHERE: A deserted alley.
WHEN: 140 | dawn
The back alley was dim and quiet, the early morning softness of the air disturbed only by the fluttering of a sheet high above on a clothesline. A shadow appeared at the entrance to the narrow space, a womanly figure wrapped in a gray shawl held a small bundle in her arms as she made her way towards a pile of debris near the other end of the alley. A beam of light escaped through the jungle of metal fire escapes that ran up the sides of the buildings on either side of her, illuminating the tear tracks running down her young face.
Shifting the bundle in her arms once more, she crouched down and laid it down tenderly, ghosting a hand across whatever lay inside. She stood quickly, scrubbing at her eyes once she was on her feet.
"Please, someone have mercy in this horrible city," she whispered, tipping her head up towards the sky.
She disappeared into the shadows and as the last of her skirts turned the corner, a baby's crying pierced the calm.
[ A baby is sitting in an alley! Maybe your character will pick up the kid, maybe not. Maybe they'll just pass by. Maybe they'll be annoyed by the racket. Maybe someone will take it to an orphanage. Maybe someone will attempt to raise it! It's all up to you guys. This is just something fun. :) ]
WHAT: A surprise is left by a distressed teen, waiting for someone to help.
WHERE: A deserted alley.
WHEN: 140 | dawn
The back alley was dim and quiet, the early morning softness of the air disturbed only by the fluttering of a sheet high above on a clothesline. A shadow appeared at the entrance to the narrow space, a womanly figure wrapped in a gray shawl held a small bundle in her arms as she made her way towards a pile of debris near the other end of the alley. A beam of light escaped through the jungle of metal fire escapes that ran up the sides of the buildings on either side of her, illuminating the tear tracks running down her young face.
Shifting the bundle in her arms once more, she crouched down and laid it down tenderly, ghosting a hand across whatever lay inside. She stood quickly, scrubbing at her eyes once she was on her feet.
"Please, someone have mercy in this horrible city," she whispered, tipping her head up towards the sky.
She disappeared into the shadows and as the last of her skirts turned the corner, a baby's crying pierced the calm.
[ A baby is sitting in an alley! Maybe your character will pick up the kid, maybe not. Maybe they'll just pass by. Maybe they'll be annoyed by the racket. Maybe someone will take it to an orphanage. Maybe someone will attempt to raise it! It's all up to you guys. This is just something fun. :) ]