Post by My Evil Eye on Aug 8, 2009 12:02:05 GMT -8
Running the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, My Evil Eye glanced to the left before crossing the road. His black leather boots nimbly avoided the remains of a dead rat just as he reached the kerb. He frowned down at the smeared rodent, it’s body slightly curled by the heat of passing cars and for a brief moment was lost in thought. With a shake of bleached blonde hair, My Evil Eye was back in the present and exactly where he had hoped to be, standing outside a large and imposing department store.
Of course, My Evil Eye, or Mimi as he was known to a few close friends, had never imagined his life to turn out this way. He had had dreams of being a musician and of touring the world, playing sell-out gigs to hoards of screaming fans but this dream had been shattered after a car accident that killed both his parents and left the then fourteen year old boy in a coma. Once he awoke he had found the world to be a strange and somewhat terrifying place and, without his parents, he had given up all hope of ever being the happy child he had been. He had gone into care but his age and ethnicity had meant a foster home was hard to find so he had stayed in a children’s home, slowly growing more and more disillusioned with life. His social worker claimed the youngster was an attention seeker and the boy acted up on this label, using it to get away with all kinds of behaviour. He had fought with other children his age, taken up shoplifting and started to dress in a way that caused people to look at him. Now he was slightly older, he still picked fights and stole and his dress sense had become wilder. Right now the boy was wearing tight black PVC jeans and black leather boots with heels to add to his height. A studded diamante belt hung from his narrow hips, the clasp a sparkling skull emblem. He had on a plain black cotton t shirt, tightly fitted to his slender frame and a thigh length, white tiger stripe PVC dinner jacket, the sleeves pushed up a little over his forearms. Diamante bracelets gleamed on each wrist, matching the chain around his neck. His bleached blonde hair was untidily styled into jagged sections that framed his face, almost covering his dark eyes. A smile played across his lips as he turned those dark eyes to the department store opposite.
Some people stole to eat, others to have the things they couldn’t afford, Mimi stole out of sheer boredom. He wasn’t rich by any stretch of the imagination but he wasn’t starving hungry either. He had no habits to feed and nobody to impress but he got a buzz from stealing that nothing else seemed to match. Sure he’d tried drugs and alcohol but he hadn’t liked the person he’d become when under the influence. It was as though he lost his bitchiness and became softer and more vulnerable. He’d hated it, hated how he’d ended up curled up against a friend’s chest, sobbing for his dead parents and lost childhood. So he stole for kicks and gave the proceeds to whoever he felt like sharing with. He’d passed a homeless woman in the park on his way over here and decided that she would be on the receiving end of something useless, like a carriage clock or a china dog. The thought made him laugh quietly and move one hand to brush his hair away from his eyes.
Mimi liked this city and its seemingly unending life. The stores and bars were open around the clock and there were always people to watch. He’d brought a train ticket as soon as his friend had mentioned the city and booked a cheap motel room for a week. He was debating staying in the city for good providing he could find a job and some new friends. He’d already asked in a couple of hairdressing salons and had an interview the following evening for a trainee position. Tonight’s shoplifting trip was looking likely to be his last, after all, if he did get a job he didn’t want to risk it over a few trinkets. Mimi glanced over his shoulder before moving towards the store and pushing open the heavy glass door.
As he stepped inside the store, Mimi was immediately aware of the security guard to his right. The guard was watching the youth through lazy brown eyes; one hand on the radio on his shirt pocket, the other curled instinctively into a fist. The guard had no reason to suspect Mimi of any crime but it was now well into the night and he knew that the store attracted many of the city’s more interesting characters. The way the boy looked was enough to cause the guard to alert his colleague up in the main office. He had no intention of following the boy around the store and figured the CCTV cameras would be good enough. With a sneer, the guard tore his gaze from Mimi and went back to staring at the pretty brunette girl who worked the perfume counter. She was the only reason he worked the night shift, that and the double pay.
Once the guard was no longer watching him, Mimi visibly relaxed. He looked around the store from his position by the doors before spotting the row of shelves displaying handbags and purses. The boy smiled and moved quickly towards the bright display of leather and PVC. He picked up a black clutch bag, turning it slowly over in his hands before returning it to the shelf, a little disappointed at the workmanship. As he moved slowly between the shelves, the fingers of his right hand trailing over the padded material of a display of Marc Jacobs’s handbags, the boy felt as though someone was watching him. He paused, first looking up then turning full circle as he looked around. The CCTV was pointed away from him at a young woman who was frantically trying to shove a red blouse into her bag before the approaching security guard could reach her. It was the perfect opportunity and had the boy got the time or the inclination, he’d have kissed the girl for giving him such a perfect window of time. With a triumphant grin, Mimi grabbed the handle of a silver Chloe handbag and all but flounced out the store.
Once outside, the youth paid no attention to the dark streets and odd lack of lighting as he moved further away from the brightly lit stores and bars. He crossed the road, the dead rat from earlier long forgotten, and made his way into the park, fully intending to give the expensive bag to the homeless woman he had passed. When he reached the bench she had been asleep on, he was slightly confused to find it vacant save for a pile of filthy blankets and a shopping trolley of belongings. Mimi stopped walking and looked around slowly. He knew that homeless people did not leave their possessions just laying around, especially not their bedding. Something felt very wrong and again he sensed eyes upon himself. He clutched the silver bag to his chest and swallowed nervously, his throat suddenly dry. Mimi bit his lower lip gently and decided that it would be wise to get out of the park as fast as possible but before he could act on this, he heard the sound of footsteps close behind him. Praying it was just the elderly homeless woman, Mimi very slowly turned around.
Of course, My Evil Eye, or Mimi as he was known to a few close friends, had never imagined his life to turn out this way. He had had dreams of being a musician and of touring the world, playing sell-out gigs to hoards of screaming fans but this dream had been shattered after a car accident that killed both his parents and left the then fourteen year old boy in a coma. Once he awoke he had found the world to be a strange and somewhat terrifying place and, without his parents, he had given up all hope of ever being the happy child he had been. He had gone into care but his age and ethnicity had meant a foster home was hard to find so he had stayed in a children’s home, slowly growing more and more disillusioned with life. His social worker claimed the youngster was an attention seeker and the boy acted up on this label, using it to get away with all kinds of behaviour. He had fought with other children his age, taken up shoplifting and started to dress in a way that caused people to look at him. Now he was slightly older, he still picked fights and stole and his dress sense had become wilder. Right now the boy was wearing tight black PVC jeans and black leather boots with heels to add to his height. A studded diamante belt hung from his narrow hips, the clasp a sparkling skull emblem. He had on a plain black cotton t shirt, tightly fitted to his slender frame and a thigh length, white tiger stripe PVC dinner jacket, the sleeves pushed up a little over his forearms. Diamante bracelets gleamed on each wrist, matching the chain around his neck. His bleached blonde hair was untidily styled into jagged sections that framed his face, almost covering his dark eyes. A smile played across his lips as he turned those dark eyes to the department store opposite.
Some people stole to eat, others to have the things they couldn’t afford, Mimi stole out of sheer boredom. He wasn’t rich by any stretch of the imagination but he wasn’t starving hungry either. He had no habits to feed and nobody to impress but he got a buzz from stealing that nothing else seemed to match. Sure he’d tried drugs and alcohol but he hadn’t liked the person he’d become when under the influence. It was as though he lost his bitchiness and became softer and more vulnerable. He’d hated it, hated how he’d ended up curled up against a friend’s chest, sobbing for his dead parents and lost childhood. So he stole for kicks and gave the proceeds to whoever he felt like sharing with. He’d passed a homeless woman in the park on his way over here and decided that she would be on the receiving end of something useless, like a carriage clock or a china dog. The thought made him laugh quietly and move one hand to brush his hair away from his eyes.
Mimi liked this city and its seemingly unending life. The stores and bars were open around the clock and there were always people to watch. He’d brought a train ticket as soon as his friend had mentioned the city and booked a cheap motel room for a week. He was debating staying in the city for good providing he could find a job and some new friends. He’d already asked in a couple of hairdressing salons and had an interview the following evening for a trainee position. Tonight’s shoplifting trip was looking likely to be his last, after all, if he did get a job he didn’t want to risk it over a few trinkets. Mimi glanced over his shoulder before moving towards the store and pushing open the heavy glass door.
As he stepped inside the store, Mimi was immediately aware of the security guard to his right. The guard was watching the youth through lazy brown eyes; one hand on the radio on his shirt pocket, the other curled instinctively into a fist. The guard had no reason to suspect Mimi of any crime but it was now well into the night and he knew that the store attracted many of the city’s more interesting characters. The way the boy looked was enough to cause the guard to alert his colleague up in the main office. He had no intention of following the boy around the store and figured the CCTV cameras would be good enough. With a sneer, the guard tore his gaze from Mimi and went back to staring at the pretty brunette girl who worked the perfume counter. She was the only reason he worked the night shift, that and the double pay.
Once the guard was no longer watching him, Mimi visibly relaxed. He looked around the store from his position by the doors before spotting the row of shelves displaying handbags and purses. The boy smiled and moved quickly towards the bright display of leather and PVC. He picked up a black clutch bag, turning it slowly over in his hands before returning it to the shelf, a little disappointed at the workmanship. As he moved slowly between the shelves, the fingers of his right hand trailing over the padded material of a display of Marc Jacobs’s handbags, the boy felt as though someone was watching him. He paused, first looking up then turning full circle as he looked around. The CCTV was pointed away from him at a young woman who was frantically trying to shove a red blouse into her bag before the approaching security guard could reach her. It was the perfect opportunity and had the boy got the time or the inclination, he’d have kissed the girl for giving him such a perfect window of time. With a triumphant grin, Mimi grabbed the handle of a silver Chloe handbag and all but flounced out the store.
Once outside, the youth paid no attention to the dark streets and odd lack of lighting as he moved further away from the brightly lit stores and bars. He crossed the road, the dead rat from earlier long forgotten, and made his way into the park, fully intending to give the expensive bag to the homeless woman he had passed. When he reached the bench she had been asleep on, he was slightly confused to find it vacant save for a pile of filthy blankets and a shopping trolley of belongings. Mimi stopped walking and looked around slowly. He knew that homeless people did not leave their possessions just laying around, especially not their bedding. Something felt very wrong and again he sensed eyes upon himself. He clutched the silver bag to his chest and swallowed nervously, his throat suddenly dry. Mimi bit his lower lip gently and decided that it would be wise to get out of the park as fast as possible but before he could act on this, he heard the sound of footsteps close behind him. Praying it was just the elderly homeless woman, Mimi very slowly turned around.
