Shit, Marina thought as she ran down the block. She sharply turned the corner, running down the alley. She had to get caught stealing some lunch, which was really just some baby carrots and a turkey sandwich.
She looked around, checking that nobody followed her. Then she scaled the side of a building to her left, using the fire escape, of course. She was no superhero, like the one that popped up a couple months ago.
This was just another random apartment complex that existed in Queens. Pulling herself over the ledge, she flattened herself onto her stomach. She crawled to the other side of the roof, staying as quiet as possible. She did not need a bunch of cranky strangers questioning why she out here at three in the morning.
She finally stood, admiring the view of the city at night. As she was very high up, the ground a couple hundred feet below, lights glimmered below. Even in the dead of night, the city was stilling buzzing with activity. She then heard the faint noise of sirens howling. She crouched down, peeking over the edge. She made sure her hoodie was pulled low and her scarf covering her face. She did not need to be pulled into the station when she was on a mission.
Well, at least she knew she had to be in New York. Brooklyn, Albany, and Binghamton have yet been the place she was looking for. She was now in Queens, feeling much closer to where she needed to be. All she found here were directions to Montauk, which was hours away. Nevertheless, she began to prepare for her journey.
When the coast was clear, she climbed down the apartment through a different route. She sprinted off the tall building, landing on the one nearby. She rolled on impact, evenly dispersing the pressure. She climbed down that building's fire escape, lading on the ground with a soft thud.
She checked that she had all her belongings in her pack, which consisted of clothes she nabbed from charity boxes, money she pickpocketed from some rich ass geezer, two water bottles filled to the brim, and the food she had stolen. While she prepared for the trip, she made a stop at a local library. With the help of google maps, she figured that she either walk for 35 hours, steal a bike to arrive in ten or hitch a bus for three. While walking was the cheapest, the bus was the fastest.
The bus would be at the station the next morning at 6 o'clock, so she would wait till then and catch some shut-eye on the way. She wandered the streets of Queens, a pocket knife hidden in her sweater. Soon she would leave this lovely town of Queens (the people here were very kind. She was able to eat at least once a day, unlike in Albany. She got into three fights AND had too many close calls with police agents.) and arrive in Montauk. She starting her trek to the bus stop, only the noise of Queens to keep her company.
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~Golden Owl x
