Post by Jaymi on Jan 8, 2018 10:11:46 GMT -7
Sylvie was feeling pretty proud of herself.
She'd been in New York City for a week and she was settling in pretty well. She was almost ready to think she could make it as a street kid.
Of course, her finite pool of cash she had would eventually dry up and then she'd really have to figure out if she could manage...
She fished out a few dimes from her pocket, grumbling about how even those small coins barely fit in the too small pouches on girl pants. She slid the silvery bits across the counter of the dirty bodega and collected her goodies, a packet of dried noodles and a miniature bottle of water.
She stuffed them into her bag, a small but durable messenger she had brought with her from Missouri. Her duffel was stored at the train station in a locker she was renting on the cheap. A trick one of the vagrants she'd met had told her about. Even if she ran out of her cash, she was pretty sure she could make enough to keep the locker.
Her gym membership for showers on the other hand...
She slipped out of the corner store and headed down the street. She kept her head low, not wanting to be caught staring at anyone. She learned early on that staring at people wasn't just rude, a lot of them found it as a challenge. Since she wasn't 'out' yet, not even as an Alpha, she did her best to avoid notice, not wanting everyone to think she was some kind of racist. Better to let them think she was just a kid who had no better option.
She got to the abandoned building she shared with about a dozen others, went around to the side and pulled up the piece of sheet metal that was the door. She was glad for her gloves, fingerless and stylish in college, they had become lifesavers on the streets where they kept her from getting cut on various metals and glass while still keeping her dexterity.
Slipping beneath the metal, she entered a hole in the side of the building. The door was chained up, and no one really wanted to unlock it. A few of them could, but it'd just advertise that people were there. Better to let people think the building was as abandoned as it was supposed to be while they used the side entrance.
She moved as quietly as she could up the creaky steps, not wanting to wake any of the nocturnals. It wasn't super common but their building had a couple. It's probably why there was space for someone like her.
Finally getting to the top floor and a ladder, she climbed up until she got to the roof where she found who she was looking for.
"Robert! I got noodles! Do you mind?" She tried to say it as non-chalantly as possible but they both knew if he said no she wasn't eating tonight.
"Course not," he said, holding up a silver bowl to her. Grateful, she took it. She upended the contents of her packet into it before pouring the water in as well. Handing it back to him, Robert placed a lid on to, making sure an edge was lifted to vent it.
He cradled the metal vessel in his hands, letting it slowly glow red as he grinned up at her.
"You know," she began, "I really wouldn't mind buying you any. I don't have much but I can swing feeding you."
"It's cool, really. Plenty of cats around here feed me, ain't no need for you to go out of your way to do it too. Besides, we both know you'll run out eventually." He gave a wink.
She sighed and she couldn't really argue. He sat the bowl down, letting it cool for a few minutes as they sat in silence. The sky above them slowly turned darker as they watched and Sylvie couldn't help but miss her computer.
"Ding. Should be good now."
"Thanks, Robert. You're amazing."
"Nah, just superior."