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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 23:20:38 GMT -8
The sun was high. Very little clouds drifted through the sky. Mumbai, India is where Marcus found himself. He was visiting his aunt and uncle. They had sent him out on an errand to the markets to pick up a few things for dinner.
The streets were full of people. Everyone was so busy despite the heat. A cow blocked traffic on one side of the street. People walked around him, all careful to not interrupt the large creature.
"Moooooooo~"
It stepped closer to Marcus, eying the food he'd purchased for his aunt and uncle.
"Moooooooooooooo~"
What does Marcus do?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 0:08:16 GMT -8
Marcus would suppress a snicker as he watched every motorist affected by the hefty bovine on the Dusty Mumbai street let out a sigh and shut off their engines. He knew for a fact they would wait as long as they would have to as long as that cow stayed on the road, such was the devotion Indians had to the sanctity of Cows.
Noticing the Cow perking up at the smells emanating from his groceries, the mans mouth split into a grin. He could see no reason not to give the cars abit of a helping hand right?
Stepping towards the lumbering beast, Marcus held the bags he carried in his calloused hands out to the Cow and began to walk slowly backwards, hoping to lure the bovine off of the road.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 0:16:19 GMT -8
As Marcus backed up, the cow stretched out his head and followed hungrily. He slowly put one hoof before the other as he tried to reach the tasty treats he could smell.
Marcus was so preoccupied by the cow before him, that he didn't see the people behind him and found himself bumping into a young girl. She was part of a large group in honesty. Several of the young women had some sort of powder dye in their hair. Red, yellow, blue... They giggled at Marcus seeing him leading the cow from the street so the cars could resume their travels.
They stepped out of the way and as soon as they had, there was a slight shimmer behind them. Standing in a Bright red Sari with silver beading and silver hair, a woman had her back to the crowd. She seemed familiar. If it was who he might assume it was, she would have most definitely come to Mumbai. It was a large city and of all the places she would have visited, it would have been there because of the food and clothes. Not to mention it would have made a great column in what ever paper she was working for at the time.
She seemed oblivious to the man behind her and began to make her way through the crowd, almost becoming lost within it if it weren't for her hair.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 0:28:53 GMT -8
Silver wasn't a very common choice for hair dye, even in Mumbai. Marcus' sharp eyes picked it up out of the crowd quickly, his heart skipping a beat in surprise. Could it be? Was SHE here, now, In India of all places? She traveled of course, a woman in her occupation HAD to, being a reporter and all.
Favoring the giggling women with a mischievous grin and a nonchalant bow, Marcus quickly slipped away from the hungry cow and set off after the young woman in the Red Sari with the Silver hair, only barely able to see her in the distance amongst the crowd.
He just HAD to see if it was her or not.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 0:42:27 GMT -8
The woman continued to keep enough distance between herself and Marcus. She moved effortlessly much like the woman he knew. She even had the right shape and skin tone. The woman he hoped it was would have dressed in a sari, she always dressed to fit in with the culture even if her hair made her stand out.
Was that a scar on her shoulder? It was too far to see but it certainly looked like it. She would stop at a stall just long enough to look over the Silk being sold there. Her tanned finger tips lightly slid over each spool before she purchased some and was on her way again, weaving and drifting through the crowd.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 0:58:10 GMT -8
Marcus continued to follow after the young silver haired woman, taking great pains to limit how many times he looked her way due to the 6th sense many human beings possess when it came to being watched. The second trick came with some fancy footwork as he bob and weaved through the crowd while controlling his breathing, keeping it paced and measured so that he would not hurry or seem rushed lest he allow himself to stand out in the crowd.
He had to be patient here.
Which was hard for a man born with only a meager supply of it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:06:01 GMT -8
The woman would pick up the shawl she carried and lightly drape it over her head. At one point she turned her head just slightly to the right. She had a silver nose ring, but that was about all that could be seen on her face before she turned her head away.
Did the mysterious silver haired woman he was looking for have a nose ring? She might have by now. Lord knows she already had a few ear piercings and there was probably a time or two she had mentioned getting a nose ring before.
The young woman turned down an alley way now heading for home. A fruit cart cuts just in front of Marcus as she slipped away around the corner.
He better hurry so as to not lose her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:20:08 GMT -8
A Nose ring?
Jesus Christ it might JUST BE HER!
Marcus had to think fast though, he was going to lose her in the alleyways in a second or two.
Thankfully the man was quite skilled in moving through an urban environment.
Slipping his groceries bags into his left hand, Marcus launched himself towards the Fruit stand, aiming to kick off of it and onto the side of the building it was near, the same one that if he managed to one hand climb, would offer him a damn good view of the alleyway that woman had just slipped into.
Marcus would then try and track her from the rooftops and observe until he found a good spot he could jump down infront of her to surprise her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:23:02 GMT -8
Up and over he managed to get, past the fruit stand to his intended target the wall. He climbed up, though he almost lost his groceries a few times, he managed to scale the wall. Once at the top he could see her turn down another alley way. The way her hips shifted and swayed, there was no mistake! It had to be her!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:29:43 GMT -8
Dem HIPS! That HAD to be the worlds most infamous Latina!
Taking off at a full Run, the man began leaping across rooftops of both the Concrete and Tin sheets variety, hoping against hope that the bags hold as he tried to gain a lead over the young woman.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:34:37 GMT -8
As he took off after the woman, she remained oblivious. Still he was starting to gain a bit of ground. She was almost walking along side him when...
A large group of birds took a dive for the bread he held in the bag. With all his bustling and jumping, the loaf of doughy goodness had become more visible and was now a prime target for the flock that wanted it. He was, after all trespassing on their roofs! Time to pay the toll!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:38:24 GMT -8
Crapshacks! Not what he needed right now.
Thinking fast, Marcus reached with his free hand and ripped a chunk out of the bread, tossing it over his shoulder as if it was a hand grenade as he ran, hoping it would keep the birds off his back as he fought to regain the ground he had lost.
Oh THIS was going to be fun explaining to Aunty-gi
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:44:01 GMT -8
The birds went for it! The dove for the bread all cawing and fighting over it. He'd certainly made them happy.
Another corner turned, the woman still walked ahead of him. Though he'd lost quite a bit of ground he was gaining it back till the only roof top that followed her was a good distance away.
If Marcus looked around, he'd see a wooden board, a metal pole and a shamble of a roof escape. He had three choices, which one would he choose?! He better hurry, she's starting to drift out of sight.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:53:44 GMT -8
Knowing he only had Seconds to act, Marcus quickly assessed his options, immediately going with his gut feelings and Grabbing for the long metal pole.
This was going to be REALLY awkward with just one hand. A Sane man would have just given up the chase by this point.
A Sane man Marcus was NOT.
Feeding his hand and arm through the plastic loops of the groceries handles, Marcus gripped the pole in an awkward two handed manner. He had no time to line up his run properly, but he didn't mind trusting himself to providence once again. Certainly wont be the last time anyway.
After the a deep breath, he began to run, aiming to pole vault himself through the air and tumble onto the rooftop that was easily too far away to reach by himself.
If all went well anyways.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:58:41 GMT -8
Success! Marcus' gamble paid off and he tumbled along the roof, right back onto his feet. The woman had slowed her walking, perhaps she'd noticed the sound of his tumbling? No, that was doubtful. He had been pretty good at being careful to not be seen.
It was far more likely that as a visitor she had gotten herself a little lost and was just trying to figure out if she were in the right area. This of course was fairly lucky for Marcus as he was now able to catch up to her. She came to a stop in the alley. She turned this way, then that way. Still, the only bit that Marcus could make out was that nose ring and now a pair of dark crimson lips.
New clue! Crimson lips! The silver haired woman he knew wore that shade! Maybe? It was hard to tell from that high up but it was clear he had only one chance to act before the woman began to move again.
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