Post by Mercy Tendencies on Jan 10, 2016 14:47:20 GMT -5
A leather strap pulling against the skin of her hand as Mercy Tendencies slung her black bag over her left shoulder. Pushing herself away from the brick wall she had been leaning against, she slipped out from behind the cluster of trees and bushes she was in. Darting her blue eyes left and right, she noted that no one was around, then the students that were in sight were walking in scattered directions, all appearing as if they had somewhere important to be. Mercy did not. She had a spare this period and she didn't feel like going back to her dorm. It didn't feel like home. She knew eventually she would have fun decking it out and making it her own, but until then it just wasn't right.
Mercy's reddening eyes focused to the ground, noting every detail of every step. As she reached another wall of the building, she followed it, her mind leaving the world and only on her potential path. There was a row of windows she was about to pass and her step faltered for a moment.
Am I going to get in shit if I pass those windows? What if it's a class? Mercy scowled at herself
"Jesus, why was that even a thought? Of course I can walk past windows! I'm allowed to be here." She reassured herself, feeling embarrassed that such a thing would make her nervous.
I think.
Thump.
Blue irises followed a zooming brown object as it hit the window in front of her and bounced of, falling to the ground with a hollow-sounding thud.
Mercy stopped walking and stared at the ground in front of her. The sparrow was alive, but it was on it's back. Mercy crouched down, her leather bag sliding off her shoulder and rolling to rest on the ground. Oh her knees, she leaned forwards and carefully lifted the tiny bird into her hands. She pushed herself back and hit the wall with her back behind her, sliding down to sit on the ground, knees up.
With the bird held close to her, she inspected it. She immediately identified it as male from the black on the top of his head. It's chest pupated rapidly as it breathed fast and hard. His beak was open a bit, allowing for the gasping. Mercy stared into his hands and carefully unfolded his wings one at a time and look at them carefully.
"They're not broken. Why do you feel so cold?" She spoke in a whisper.
Even so, she sat there for about 3 minutes, watching the little bird. It felt like half an hour, having being high. Her eyes never left the bird as he twitched. Lay still, twitched, still... small movement, still. Still. Her fingers gently closed around the body and she sighed sadly.
"There is so much death around us, but no one will ever see it. No one cares about the nameless of the deceased."
Mercy's reddening eyes focused to the ground, noting every detail of every step. As she reached another wall of the building, she followed it, her mind leaving the world and only on her potential path. There was a row of windows she was about to pass and her step faltered for a moment.
Am I going to get in shit if I pass those windows? What if it's a class? Mercy scowled at herself
"Jesus, why was that even a thought? Of course I can walk past windows! I'm allowed to be here." She reassured herself, feeling embarrassed that such a thing would make her nervous.
I think.
Thump.
Blue irises followed a zooming brown object as it hit the window in front of her and bounced of, falling to the ground with a hollow-sounding thud.
Mercy stopped walking and stared at the ground in front of her. The sparrow was alive, but it was on it's back. Mercy crouched down, her leather bag sliding off her shoulder and rolling to rest on the ground. Oh her knees, she leaned forwards and carefully lifted the tiny bird into her hands. She pushed herself back and hit the wall with her back behind her, sliding down to sit on the ground, knees up.
With the bird held close to her, she inspected it. She immediately identified it as male from the black on the top of his head. It's chest pupated rapidly as it breathed fast and hard. His beak was open a bit, allowing for the gasping. Mercy stared into his hands and carefully unfolded his wings one at a time and look at them carefully.
"They're not broken. Why do you feel so cold?" She spoke in a whisper.
Even so, she sat there for about 3 minutes, watching the little bird. It felt like half an hour, having being high. Her eyes never left the bird as he twitched. Lay still, twitched, still... small movement, still. Still. Her fingers gently closed around the body and she sighed sadly.
"There is so much death around us, but no one will ever see it. No one cares about the nameless of the deceased."