Location: The Streets -> Rose Building
At first, Mali thought she would be able to just walk back to her apartment undisturbed after that incident, and at first, it seemed like that would be the case. From the crowd darted a girl a couple years younger than Mali who was about 5'2" with red skin and redder hair. She ran ahead of Mali and stood directly in front of her, phone out, presumably still filming. Mali tried to walk around, but she stepped in tune, still blocking her. Mali tried to step in the other direction, but now there was a guy about 40 years old, 5'7" with a tall, black mohawk to make up for his short stature. She turned around, maybe to find another route to find another red-headed girl, this one much paler in skin tone and even shorter than the girl that first blocked her path. She was less than 5 feet tall, almost an entire foot shorter than Mali.
Really, if she
really wanted to Mali could just shove these people aside and go about her day, but she was fatigued, still bruised from the day before and her mouth tasted strongly of copper. That was probably blood. Maybe, just maybe if she just humored them they would just go away on their own. Mali pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, turning around to face the red-skinned girl.
"Did he steal anything from you?" she asked, raising her phone up closer to Mali's face, prompting her to take a half step back from the camera. The girl question her moved the same half step forward, making her a bit more cramped than before if anything.
"No, I still have my stuff. At least, I should." Mali's hands darted to all her pockets and confirmed that yes, she did still have all her belongings.
"Do you know him then?" She asked, her arm extended almost completely straight, as if she was trying to get the phone camera as close as possible to Mali's face with her short arms and stature.
"Never seen him before in my life." Although Mali couldn't step away, she could lean back and get some distance from the Electric Eye. Nine inches difference in height isn't anything to sneeze at.
"Then why did he jump you?" she asked, the energy behind her questioning not diminishing in the slightest.
"He could just be a punk that thought he could mug me, but more likely is that he's trying to get payback or something.""Payback for what?"
"Well yesterday while I was jogging I saw a kid getting beat in an alleyway by a couple of junkies, and I helped him out, but roughed up the druggies in the process. He's probably a friend of theirs if I'm right.""Why?"
"Why? I don't know. Everyone else was just ignoring the whole thing and I felt like I should do something instead if not. Look, do you have anymore question? I have things to do." The girl in front of Mali lowered the camera fromdirectly in front of her face, which was taken as a signal that all questions were asked.
"Goodbye, and goodnight." Mali walked around the girl, at a much brisker pace than she normally would, all the while fighting the urge to continually check over her shoulder that she wasn't being followed.
