It sure has been a while since my last update. Lemme get back into the
swing of things.
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For three times a week Ria was supposed to present herself to the good doctors and criminologists at a local psychology clinic; prove she was a useful member of society. That was her punishment for being a mutie. They promised they wouldn't kill her, or give her over to the 'bad' guys. Sometimes, she liked to pretend they cared. But when she could think straight, she knew she was just another screaming nuisance, homeless and intimidating, clearing the streets of New York on which she wandered of the wholesome, 'clean' folk.
What else could she do? This 19 year old girl, crazy to the bone to the general public, had so little freedom for one who slept where she pleased, ate what she could find, and had the whole wide world to tread on (just as long as she stayed on her side of the fence). At least they fed her there, and let her nap on one of the couches when she was done being useful. As far as Ria could tell, she was in their dept. Then again, it must be an easy task to lead someone to that conclusion when, on a bad day, they could barely tell which way was up.
She thought of this as she wandered, arguing both sides of the line. Ria knew what she was. She neither cared nor understood it, nor cared to understand it. So she walked and meandered for miles and miles, as was her habit, staring at the debris on the sidewalk. Today was a good day. None of her passers-by would have to suffer the inconvenience of dodging a shrieking, shaking, 'poor lost soul' today. For the moment, anyways.
For three times a week Ria was supposed to present herself to the good doctors and criminologists at a local psychology clinic; prove she was a useful member of society. That was her punishment for being a mutie. They promised they wouldn't kill her, or give her over to the 'bad' guys. Sometimes, she liked to pretend they cared. But when she could think straight, she knew she was just another screaming nuisance, homeless and intimidating, clearing the streets of New York on which she wandered of the wholesome, 'clean' folk.
What else could she do? This 19 year old girl, crazy to the bone to the general public, had so little freedom for one who slept where she pleased, ate what she could find, and had the whole wide world to tread on (just as long as she stayed on her side of the fence). At least they fed her there, and let her nap on one of the couches when she was done being useful. As far as Ria could tell, she was in their dept. Then again, it must be an easy task to lead someone to that conclusion when, on a bad day, they could barely tell which way was up.
She thought of this as she wandered, arguing both sides of the line. Ria knew what she was. She neither cared nor understood it, nor cared to understand it. So she walked and meandered for miles and miles, as was her habit, staring at the debris on the sidewalk. Today was a good day. None of her passers-by would have to suffer the inconvenience of dodging a shrieking, shaking, 'poor lost soul' today. For the moment, anyways.