Boardwalk Empire - Esmeralda and Tia
Tia trailed her hand along the rail of the boardwalk, her eyes noncommittally watching the water while she nimbly dodged people without so much as a brush of contact.
Her thoughts had teetered towards action when she had first stepped off the ship An hour from home and all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and she could get a ride. She would be home and her father would never know because she knew he wasn't actually keeping up with her. After his failed attempt of trying to be her father, she knew he wouldn't want anything to do with her, he'd made that clear (and good riddance) so why not go home where she was needed and where the people who had loved her were so close?
And the people on the ship wouldn't care. She was one student among quite a few, they wouldn't miss her.
But this wasn't something she could just do on a whim and she was aware of that.
Sighing, Tia turned and leaned against the railing, her back to the water and her eyes on the people passing.
Already she had been turned away from browsing shops because she wasn't wearing shoes (and it wasn't likely she would put them on just to go look at things in cheap tourist traps) not to mention the heads she turned in her usual layered skirts and her softly tinkling scarves she tied around her hips. Had no one ever seen a voodoo priestess before? It wasn't like she was parading around in the traditional garments. And then she almost lost it when she had two boys cat call at her followed by a few choice words she had been less than happy to hear. Had she been in a better mood, she probably wouldn't have cared as much but as it were she was considering what she could do to the next person who so much as looked at her wrong.
She was plenty aware negative energy surrounded her like a veil and that it wasn't productive. But she couldn't find it in her to give a damn and continued to let her temper simmer.
Turning her head, she caught sight of a girl walking along the boardwalk, coming in the opposite direction, taking time to either stop the nearest person or trail after them and being turned away almost every time. Tia thought whatever she was doing wasn't going to get her anywhere if she went after them with that tactic. Was she begging? Or trying to get help? She wasn't moving fast enough or urgently enough for getting help so Tia, having seen it many times before back home, was leaning towards the girl being a beggar.
Because of the lack of things to do, she continued to watch a little longer until she realized, too late, that the girl had caught sight of her and that Tia had made herself an easy target. Unable to leave, she steeled herself as the girl approached. "Whateva it is ya wan', I don' 'ave it." She said brusquely.
