starter for @polychromeimpulse !
lost would be synonymous to the boy who was in bellevue for less than a day; however, the smile he directed to no one in particular is capricious. because of that he was left alone despite his wandering, he was lost but he didn’t seem so. usually he did not mind the lack of social interaction, his tall stature and serrated features left others far from him. not only that, ragged bandages wrapped from limb to limb and worn clothing left a questionable aura about him. but... ! he was bored, oh so damn bored to the point of almost wanting some conversation. ( key word: almost. )
a cursory glance given from his spot as he took in his surroundings, despite the ‘beauty’ of the scenery is not enough for him to revel in the grandeur of where he was. he’s actually fond of pain-inducing activities instead, romanticized to the point of dependency. that being said, he keeps his search for anything to hold his interests. instead met with flashing lights from stores and venues most people would enjoy to be at. he did not.
instead his body itched to lunge from a high point, to feel his bones crack from collision. desire wells up in the pit of his stomach and spreads, his mouth salivating for a second at wonder of how euphoric that would feel. wouldn’t that in turn be a great way to mark his first day at bellevue, how pleasant. which pushed him to approach a stranger-- anyone would do as long as they knew the way around.
‘ hey... ? you got a minute ? ’
cue a sly expression with all the cunning of a cat. deception was an art that came naturally, exuding a sickening sweetness that he often used on others to wheedle out information. irregardless he doesn’t wait too long, doesn’t give the passing stranger a second to process his request before pushing forth another one that shouldn’t be answered.
‘ where do you think the highest .. building.. or spot people would go to? for the view.. ! ’
an innocent question for a depraved boy.
