[Main Street is fairly quiet this time of day. Even so, a woman crosses the street to avoid walking past the only other pedestrian on this particular stretch of road.
He doesn't even seem to notice as he scuffs his feet down the sidewalk. His head is down, eyes fixed on the worn journal in his hand, his felt tip pen flying across the page. Most people would have a difficult time writing and walking at the same time but he seems to manage just fine. He sidesteps a parking meter without even looking up, blindly walking the same path he's taken almost every day for years. At each crosswalk he pauses, nervously clutching the journal to his chest as his eyes dart around to make sure the coast is clear before continuing on his way. If anyone dares get close enough they may hear him muttering]
Not this time. They tricked me last time but they won't get me this time. No. No. They won't. I've figured them out. I know. I know. They don't know that I know but I know. They come from the shadows. Get into my brain and pull it apart. Have to be careful. Can't be too careful.
[People around these parts know to give him a wide berth so he's given up watching out for others who may be walking in his path. He hasn't taken tourists into account, however. If he's not careful he might walk right into someone.]
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Francis McMillon - OTA
Date: 2013-11-19 12:44 am (UTC)He doesn't even seem to notice as he scuffs his feet down the sidewalk. His head is down, eyes fixed on the worn journal in his hand, his felt tip pen flying across the page. Most people would have a difficult time writing and walking at the same time but he seems to manage just fine. He sidesteps a parking meter without even looking up, blindly walking the same path he's taken almost every day for years. At each crosswalk he pauses, nervously clutching the journal to his chest as his eyes dart around to make sure the coast is clear before continuing on his way. If anyone dares get close enough they may hear him muttering]
Not this time. They tricked me last time but they won't get me this time. No. No. They won't. I've figured them out. I know. I know. They don't know that I know but I know. They come from the shadows. Get into my brain and pull it apart. Have to be careful. Can't be too careful.
[People around these parts know to give him a wide berth so he's given up watching out for others who may be walking in his path. He hasn't taken tourists into account, however. If he's not careful he might walk right into someone.]