So, I stopped writing my story "My Mentality" because I had to be busy AGAIN. SO I SWEAR ON THE BIBLE IM FINISHING THIS ONE! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Walking around the dark, dismal streets, trying to make it through the pathetic life of an underdog is challenging. You have to be skilled, smart. Most people barely make it, but me, I have a gift. And this is my rise to the top. I walk through the crowded sidewalks of New York, pick pocketing some, helping others. Although I steal, lie, cheat, I'm gentle hearted. I do not like hurting people, and don't when I don't need to. "Help..." I hear a voice cry from the alley beside me. It's dim, but light still shines through the thin crack of the two buildings adjoined to the alley. It was relatively tall, and I knew something was going to go wrong. It was a woman I heard, unmistakably. High voice, feminine tone. But somehow hushed, like she didn't want many to hear. So I knew something was going on. I walked through, she was tied to a chair. The knots were tied loosely. The rope was thin, thin enough to break with moderate force. She had a bulge in her right pocket as if concealing a knife or gun. I knew she wanted me to untie her so she could perform an armed robbery on me. Obviously I was smarter than to let that happen. I walked up behind the chair, pretending to untie it, but I tied it tighter, with no escape possible. I took her wallet, her knife, everything without the slightest acknowledgement from her. She had no idea my large hands had been so sly. "Sorry to tell you," I whispered. "but I'm not stupid like the others." I said holding her stuff in front of her face as she struggled. "Pretty woman in distress. Classic move, seen it before." I said before casually walking away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thoughts please!
There's always tome to argue with you. And you have no problem arguing with me in other places, so why not here?
Update... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm not a cold-hearted person, but I knew if I would've helped, I would've been robbed. I have to survive. She was just the same as me, but not as advanced. "Hey." I hear a voice call from behind me on the same street I was on. It was a young man, probably eighteen to twenty years of age. His hands told me he probably worked heavy machinery all day. His low quality clothing and poor hygiene told me he was lower class. "Hello." I replied keeping distance. "I saw what you did back there..." He said quietly. "Did you?" I said looking at him sideways. "I won't tell. I just...need help. I'm barely surviving." He said pitifully. He was telling the truth, that I knew. So I helped him. "Do you see that girl over there?" I said pointing to a girl in an expensive red dress and expensive red heels. She had her hair done and make up perfect, along with a hour-glass body and expensive jewelry. "Yes, but-" I interrupted him. "She's been looking at you talking to her friends around her about you. She feels sorry for you. If you talk to her, she will help you. And your personality types for each of you tell me you'll probably fall for each other. Don't find many rich girls that aren't shallow, go for it." I said walking away smiling what most call an "arrogant" smile. He slowly trembled as he walked towards the woman. He was nervous at first, but pretty soon she invited him to dinner. And after that I let life take its course. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ More description on my character's personality.