[color=f7941d][h2]Douglas Song[/h2][/color][color=f7941d][h3]Sanders Street[/h3][/color]
The zipper of the man's jacket rode up to the neck and the hood soon followed over most his face. After all, Song did not exactly need to see anything to be aware of it and it kept him out of trouble with anyone looking for it until he had an actual reason to do something about that fact; it was "All in the eyes." as he had heard it before, that was the trick. Not looking at people was a good way to avoid starting conflict, until of course there was a reason, a [i]real[/i] reason at that. Some sort of actual justification other than the mere impulse to do so.

Fortunately it was quiet enough out tonight, a fact he noted as he silently avoided a lamp post, having not had any issue with people yet on the stereotypical "bad side of town". It all came with being urban sprawl beside a highway, but the positive of it was, was that it had plenty of crime to sustain a lifestyle as Song's, granted finding the new "score" was more difficult than it was in the past. At least it was morally rewarding, if not a bit uninteresting in the practical execution. So by the time the man in the black jacket met the curb at the street, he at last glanced to one side, then the other.

A few lights, a little traffic, still a pervasive ambient calm.

"Huh." He muttered, stepping out on to the street and across the walk, hands buried in his pockets.

It never crossed his mind much that people had off nights, that other parts of the city were reasonably more alive. That odd realization, the recognition of it as fact, sort of brought a little spark of joy to him, however brief and small it was. Like a promise that things were not as bad as they were seen to be. That glint of optimism is what Song held on to, that he might be able to be a part of that. Perhaps his actions really had made things better? It wasn't as though he was getting coverage or attention, but the fact his locale had improved? Maybe just coincidence, [i]maybe[/i].

He kept on walking, travelling further and further in the early night away from home, keeping eye and ear open. Metaphorically speaking at least, the senses could be fooled but one's breath, one's soul, rather their [i]qi[/i] couldn't be.