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I anxiously crept forward into the back room of the run-down shop, my eyes flickered about frantically in my skull as I scanned the room for any possible threats. None found. Safe. I crouched down in the corner then lifted a scabbed filthy arm to scrape my short choppy hair out of my dark bloodshot eyes. I inspected my hand and found it covered in a slight greasy sheen and specks of what smelt like blood, dirt, and shit. Dirty. Bad. Hurt.
My ragged appearance was a sight to behold. Firstly my skin was painted in mud and filth, I had scrapes and bruises littering my limbs. Secondly, my hair was caked with mud and who knows what else, it was so unclean that the color could not be distinguished. My hair was tangled and knotted although I had attempted to saw some of it off with a semi-sharp knife I had stumbled across in the alleyways near my den. The outcome was a choppy shoulder-length disaster but it was better than it had been previously, now that it had been shortened it looked a little less wild and more civilized, but only a little more. Although I had tried to scrub myself clean the amount of water in puddles didn't really amount to much of a difference.
My face was obscured by my scraggly hair so one wouldn't see my smooth yet fierce features and the snarl that had formed across my sharp yellow teeth. My body was well toned but a little skinny showing my malnourishment and I was tall really tall, around 6'2 meters tall If I were to stand up straight but that was never the case due to my poor hunched over posture. I had long arms long legs and broad shoulders but the faint outline of my ribs and collarbone show through my tough filthy skin. My body was strong, strong hard and flexible like thin strands of wire woven together, compact.
I gained my strength through years of hard labor at the docs and in the fields, as well as in the desperate fights for food and safe water I get in with the other homeless or less fortunate. I had been living in the woods for the first years of my life but I don't know my exact age or birthday so I just estimated twenty-two or three based on my physical appearance.
I had an unhealthy tendency to crouch like an animal and walk on all fours due to my time living with the other beasts in the forest for so long but I had begun to work on walking on two feet which were, by the way, highly impractical in my opinion. I still hunched over but I could walk ok albeit with a bit of a limp. I had also been working on my speech but I could still only say a few words in my deep grating voice. Unfortunately I still struggle to understand most human speech only a few basic sounds stand out to me as recognisable but that is often enough to get the gist of the sentence like if someone, for example, tells me to run and get something I understand the run and fetch part of the sentence and all I need to do is look where they are pointing to see what I have to do.
I jolt upwards as I hear an unusual sound, like the turning of wheels. My hair whips side to side as I widen my stance placing my hands and body crouched low to the ground. I growl out in annoyance and caution, warning the maker of the noise of my presence and willingness to attack. Just as I was getting ready to take action the room shudders then began to descend. An elevator if my memory is correct I had been on one a few years back while delivering sacks of brown and white rice to a factory south of here.
I relax and shakily rise to my feet using the walls as support. I snarl angrily at the ground then attempt to step forward I do so successfully after a few tries then limp my way to the doors.
The doors slide smoothly open with a short "ping" just as my hunched form reaches them. I scratch at my chest not used to the crisp white tunic and dark forest green baggy trousers I was wearing on this special occasion.
My knotted hair shades my face as I step out hesitantly to greet the provocative glares being shot at me from the other contestants. They soon lose interest in me though then move back to talking amongst themselves or just standing there silently brooding.
"————number 308———-" says a jelly bean like creature. I blink then snatch the badge out of his hand and quickly scuttle back until I'm at what I would consider a safe distance away from it.
I don't bother to observe his reaction to my rude action and just turn away hurriedly while scratching at my arms with my long clawed nails. I jerkily wobble over to the side of the tunnel the mocking laughs from particularly nasty contestants echoing behind me. Before I sit down a fat man made his way over to me with a friendly smile on his square like face.
"Hello, you——new———-—name—Tompa———thirst- ——————————————-" He says cheerfully.
I fight my instinct to crouch and snarl at him when he brings out a can filled with something that reeks of danger. Bad. Bad. Bad. He holds it out expectantly so I do the only thing I can think of at the moment. I jerk my arms out and grasp his tunic with both hands then yank him towards me. He was so close now that I could have torn off his large rectangular nose without having to move an inch. I take in his shocked and terrified expression as the chatter around us dies out. I was now standing at my full height towering over him dangerously. I lean in exhaling my stinking breath onto his face then bear my sharp yellow teeth at him and snarl loudly in his face. The animalistic sound travels far and more curious eyes join the crowd.
I drop him like a sack of rotten potatoes then turn on my heel and limp the rest of the way to the wall under the huge warm pipes attached to the ceiling. I then crouch down into a more comfortable position hands resting on knees and back hunched over legs.
The attention I was getting before slowly drifted away and all was right again. I watched silently as Tompa scurried quickly away glancing worriedly back at me terror clearly showing in his eyes.
I turn my gaze on the people before me in mild interest then breath in deeply trying to catch a whiff of anything interesting my ears couldn't pick up on.
There were all types of humans here, big muscular ones, small sneaky ones and the odd seriously dangerous ones which I was planning to steer clear off. I spotted three so far that fitted in that category; One jester one pincushion, and a ninja. The jester had a sadistic smirk on his face and his golden eyes were slit and filled to the brim with almost unquenchable bloodlust. I sensed they were all dangerous, almost like the top dogs of the forest. Bad. Stay away. bad Stay away.
The jester was the one I felt the most dangerous, I could smell his bloodlust and want for the pain even from this far away. I shudder and whine slightly hunching even further over, fighting the urge to roll over and show my stomach submissively. I was not a dog but my animal instinct had been honed and perfected for all the years I spent in the woods fighting for my life and my territory.
I lean back further into the wall and watch the people converse and move around. New arrivals came and were approached by Tonpa but I turned my head away dismissively it wasn't my problem. The jester had started moving now his path led him past me. I heard it before I saw it, a man slammed shoulders with the Jester just as he was passing the crowd next to my hiding place. I winced and tensed my muscles lowering my stance. My eyes searching for an escape route. This was going to be bad. Very very bad.
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