( *weary and alone--the sentiments seemed to couple nowadays--jinri makes her way through the crowd, hoping she's going in the right direction.  she wasn't as familiar with the city as she'd like to be and perhaps, perhaps it would've been smarter to have asked for some assistance on her way to the docks, but the teen was tired of being a thorn in the side of the perfectly mobile.  she sighs, narrowed eyes wandering to old watch on her wrist, brows furrowing; it the dark evening it was hard to read and she found herself wishing for her phone.  it took a good three minutes or so for her to read the time--11:20 p.m.--and she takes the information with an inkling of impatience.  at what, she's not sure but alone and cold and arms aching she's a bit more than irritable and several different colours of lonely.

again, she heaves another sigh, eyes blankly staring at the space where a stream of fog would've appeared if it wasn't for her damned mask.  thinking is tiring she decides, concentrating her effort on moving forward, finding a rhythm.  because her right arm couldn't keep up with her left, it was a beat of an irregular variety, one that needed some sort of concentration.

one-one, two, one-one, two.  one-one-one?, two.  

she gets the hang of it--or at the very least, she thinks she does--and is able to maintain some sort of pace.  the achievement makes her laugh and her thoughts flutter to archimedes; was this the feeling he contained in the moment of his infamous "eureka?"  perhaps not, his discovery was of much more significance she decides.  in her case this was just a-- ) 

omo!

( *--she's hit someone, she's actually hit someone.  frustration bubbles up, hot and unrepentant before cooling down to acceptance.  of course she fucking hit someone, for the last good while all she's been capable of was sucking at existing--