Chapter 155: Infiltrating the Bakery
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The dirt on her face felt wet and because it had become complete liquid, parts of it were dripping down her face. She kept having to wipe the ones near her eyebrow to avoid it getting into her eyes. Texture wise, it made sense as paint to wipe it on but she had put a bit too much causing it to leak.
Her body leaned back on the wall and she tilted her head upwards to stop any drops. With how cold the temperature it would not take to long for the mud to become more caked on her face. She would still be covered but the mud won't get in the way when she was running about. Closing her eyes she let her body fall into a relaxed state as her face dried.
There were a lot of thoughts in her brain and now that she was so close, she knew her brain was too chaotic to start. With removing one of her senses the others were heightened and her hearing calmed her. By listening to the white noise around her like the casual chatter of pedestrians and the sound of traffic flowing into her ears like a lullaby.
These sounds were so peaceful to her, no matter what happened or what day it was she could always depend on them. It did not change even by the slightest, there were always people on the move and people driving to get somewhere. Regardless of weather, even in a snow storm, there would be at least one person who was determined to get where they were going.
When she had tuned out the other children, her attention had to be focused somewhere else. It was one night when she was trying to fall asleep that she found the peacefulness of those sounds. It was specifically just those ones that started to lull her to sleep and give a fake sense of security.
If a garbage truck were to pass by or there were any loud crashes, they would wake her up in fear. It wasn't as if all cars and all white noise would work for her, it was just the daily nuance ones that was almost a part of the city itself. The thing that scared her the most was silence, silence meant danger and consequently meant the end to something.
Wherever that silence went she knew that death followed, because you could always create noise but to make something silent speak again? She did not know how, just the premise of it scared her. No matter what she was a child, there were a couple of things that made her feel uncomfortable like silence, snakes and ghosts.
Some of the were natural fears she gained after living on the streets and others were instigated by others. There was this one night a couple months back where she had sat in the corner away from the other children like usual. Her eyes were trained on them and she was not so far away that she could not hear them. It was around a couple feet of distance at max that gave her security in both being far and being close to others.
On this night, one of the older kids decided to tell ghost stories and have a communal horror night around the fire. It was a mockup of a campfire setting but their version around a bin set on fire. She did not know what a ghost was at that time but hearing their description she could almost imagine how they looked. From clown babysitters that broke into houses and ghosts that would try to steal your soul, she could not tell what was more terrifying. How was she supposed to know a ghost was following her if she could not see them? Nothing was scarier than an enemy you could not see.
It also gave her the realization that her life was not so bad, it was comforting to know that although she was struggling to survive there were no supernatural fights involved. People who were better off than her financially would face these ghosts and serial killers in the safety of their own home, so was it really any better to live there? The dangers to be on the streets were real and dangerous but it came with the area. If you knew how to escape those scenes and stay safe, you were okay and could survive long here. Hearing that story was the first time she felt comforted by where she lived.
However, the stories did not stop there, they continued on and on scaring the others until their limbs shook. She was no exception to this reaction, holding her knees she kept the tremors to a minimum. When they had finally finished and dispersed to go to bed, some of the younger children huddled together to sleep. They were to scared to sleep alone and relied on the others body warmth to calm their mind.
She was the only one alone with no one to lean on, she kept her eyes trained on them and ended up staying up for several hours worried something might grab her. Coupled by the uncomfortable silence the fear for ghosts had grown larger. Since then, her three main fears were silence, ghosts, and snakes. The latter being purely out of the venom and scary eyes they had. There were one or two snakes she's seen from afar and every time people ran away.
Other than those three, she had a heightened sense of courage when put in those situations. Just like now, even though she was calm and felt a bit of adrenaline at robbing the bakery there wasn't any significant fear. Maybe a couple days ago she could have had fear, with the state that she was in mentally the chances at dropped to negative eight.
A bit of wind moved across her face and when she tried to move her mouth there was this tight resistance. The mud mask had hardened enough to stop from dropping but not so tight it would crack at the slightest touch. Reopening her eyes, she went towards the bakery in a slow pace as if she was creeping up on someone.
Her steps were fairly light and she was able to make her presence fairly hidden for someone inexperienced as her. A couple hours had passed since she had first ventured out and an hour since she had set her eyes on the bakery. There was a shadow of darkness layering the sky as the night was trickling in. She did not know what time it was but based on the people walking outside, it was the end of a work day.
Seeing a bunch of people enter the bakery, she took her chance and ran up behind them as quietly as possible. Due to her height the others did not see her and there was one child like her walking next to an a.d.u.l.t. Taking advantage of the timing she was able to slip into the bakery using them as coverage.
After they went in, they let the door casually close behind them almost hitting her. Yet, she was able to catch it with her small hands and open it up enough for her to sneak in. No one noticed that there was a slight pause before the door closed as they were focused on the items in front of them. Regardless of how shitty the baker was she had to admit the food looked good. There was also warmth radiating in the store with everything being done fresh in the back.
There were obviously ones that she was enticed to steal by how delicious it looked but she could not do it. Stealing from him had to be strategic not by impulse for it to be successful. Controlling her inner thoughts, she looked at the items with a different eye that the other customers.
What was nice for her, is that the food was opened and not placed in cases. That meant she could grab it easily, like the little boy had done before. Following the motion of the crowd, she went behind one specific a.d.u.l.t who had stopped near the door. There were mini croissants there that the woman was looking at intensely.
Making a quick decision, she settled on those croissants as her target. Waiting for her chance she saw the woman lean forward and take some, the second she turned away Ying Yue attacked. Reaching forward she grabbed a couple in her small hands, only two could fit but pushed them into her jacket pockets hiding evidence. After that she moved behind the a.d.u.l.t again to shroud her presence.
Slowly moving back, she crept towards the door as her hands were on it and about to push she heard a voice speak out.
"Wait!"
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The dirt on her face felt wet and because it had become complete liquid, parts of it were dripping down her face. She kept having to wipe the ones near her eyebrow to avoid it getting into her eyes. Texture wise, it made sense as paint to wipe it on but she had put a bit too much causing it to leak.
Her body leaned back on the wall and she tilted her head upwards to stop any drops. With how cold the temperature it would not take to long for the mud to become more caked on her face. She would still be covered but the mud won't get in the way when she was running about. Closing her eyes she let her body fall into a relaxed state as her face dried.
There were a lot of thoughts in her brain and now that she was so close, she knew her brain was too chaotic to start. With removing one of her senses the others were heightened and her hearing calmed her. By listening to the white noise around her like the casual chatter of pedestrians and the sound of traffic flowing into her ears like a lullaby.
These sounds were so peaceful to her, no matter what happened or what day it was she could always depend on them. It did not change even by the slightest, there were always people on the move and people driving to get somewhere. Regardless of weather, even in a snow storm, there would be at least one person who was determined to get where they were going.
When she had tuned out the other children, her attention had to be focused somewhere else. It was one night when she was trying to fall asleep that she found the peacefulness of those sounds. It was specifically just those ones that started to lull her to sleep and give a fake sense of security.
If a garbage truck were to pass by or there were any loud crashes, they would wake her up in fear. It wasn't as if all cars and all white noise would work for her, it was just the daily nuance ones that was almost a part of the city itself. The thing that scared her the most was silence, silence meant danger and consequently meant the end to something.
Wherever that silence went she knew that death followed, because you could always create noise but to make something silent speak again? She did not know how, just the premise of it scared her. No matter what she was a child, there were a couple of things that made her feel uncomfortable like silence, snakes and ghosts.
Some of the were natural fears she gained after living on the streets and others were instigated by others. There was this one night a couple months back where she had sat in the corner away from the other children like usual. Her eyes were trained on them and she was not so far away that she could not hear them. It was around a couple feet of distance at max that gave her security in both being far and being close to others.
On this night, one of the older kids decided to tell ghost stories and have a communal horror night around the fire. It was a mockup of a campfire setting but their version around a bin set on fire. She did not know what a ghost was at that time but hearing their description she could almost imagine how they looked. From clown babysitters that broke into houses and ghosts that would try to steal your soul, she could not tell what was more terrifying. How was she supposed to know a ghost was following her if she could not see them? Nothing was scarier than an enemy you could not see.
It also gave her the realization that her life was not so bad, it was comforting to know that although she was struggling to survive there were no supernatural fights involved. People who were better off than her financially would face these ghosts and serial killers in the safety of their own home, so was it really any better to live there? The dangers to be on the streets were real and dangerous but it came with the area. If you knew how to escape those scenes and stay safe, you were okay and could survive long here. Hearing that story was the first time she felt comforted by where she lived.
However, the stories did not stop there, they continued on and on scaring the others until their limbs shook. She was no exception to this reaction, holding her knees she kept the tremors to a minimum. When they had finally finished and dispersed to go to bed, some of the younger children huddled together to sleep. They were to scared to sleep alone and relied on the others body warmth to calm their mind.
She was the only one alone with no one to lean on, she kept her eyes trained on them and ended up staying up for several hours worried something might grab her. Coupled by the uncomfortable silence the fear for ghosts had grown larger. Since then, her three main fears were silence, ghosts, and snakes. The latter being purely out of the venom and scary eyes they had. There were one or two snakes she's seen from afar and every time people ran away.
Other than those three, she had a heightened sense of courage when put in those situations. Just like now, even though she was calm and felt a bit of adrenaline at robbing the bakery there wasn't any significant fear. Maybe a couple days ago she could have had fear, with the state that she was in mentally the chances at dropped to negative eight.
A bit of wind moved across her face and when she tried to move her mouth there was this tight resistance. The mud mask had hardened enough to stop from dropping but not so tight it would crack at the slightest touch. Reopening her eyes, she went towards the bakery in a slow pace as if she was creeping up on someone.
Her steps were fairly light and she was able to make her presence fairly hidden for someone inexperienced as her. A couple hours had passed since she had first ventured out and an hour since she had set her eyes on the bakery. There was a shadow of darkness layering the sky as the night was trickling in. She did not know what time it was but based on the people walking outside, it was the end of a work day.
Seeing a bunch of people enter the bakery, she took her chance and ran up behind them as quietly as possible. Due to her height the others did not see her and there was one child like her walking next to an a.d.u.l.t. Taking advantage of the timing she was able to slip into the bakery using them as coverage.
After they went in, they let the door casually close behind them almost hitting her. Yet, she was able to catch it with her small hands and open it up enough for her to sneak in. No one noticed that there was a slight pause before the door closed as they were focused on the items in front of them. Regardless of how shitty the baker was she had to admit the food looked good. There was also warmth radiating in the store with everything being done fresh in the back.
There were obviously ones that she was enticed to steal by how delicious it looked but she could not do it. Stealing from him had to be strategic not by impulse for it to be successful. Controlling her inner thoughts, she looked at the items with a different eye that the other customers.
What was nice for her, is that the food was opened and not placed in cases. That meant she could grab it easily, like the little boy had done before. Following the motion of the crowd, she went behind one specific a.d.u.l.t who had stopped near the door. There were mini croissants there that the woman was looking at intensely.
Making a quick decision, she settled on those croissants as her target. Waiting for her chance she saw the woman lean forward and take some, the second she turned away Ying Yue attacked. Reaching forward she grabbed a couple in her small hands, only two could fit but pushed them into her jacket pockets hiding evidence. After that she moved behind the a.d.u.l.t again to shroud her presence.
Slowly moving back, she crept towards the door as her hands were on it and about to push she heard a voice speak out.
"Wait!"
The dirt on her face felt wet and because it had become complete liquid, parts of it were dripping down her face. She kept having to wipe the ones near her eyebrow to avoid it getting into her eyes. Texture wise, it made sense as paint to wipe it on but she had put a bit too much causing it to leak. Her body leaned back on the wall and she tilted her head upwards to stop any drops. With how cold the temperature it would not take to long for the mud to become more caked on her face. She would still be covered but the mud won't get in the way when she was running about. Closing her eyes she let her body fall into a relaxed state as her face dried. There were a lot of thoughts in her brain and now that she was so close, she knew her brain was too chaotic to start. With removing one of her senses the others were heightened and her hearing calmed her. By listening to the white noise around her like the casual chatter of pedestrians and the sound of traffic flowing into her ears like a lullaby. These sounds were so peaceful to her, no matter what happened or what day it was she could always depend on them. It did not change even by the slightest, there were always people on the move and people driving to get somewhere. Regardless of weather, even in a snow storm, there would be at least one person who was determined to get where they were going. When she had tuned out the other children, her attention had to be focused somewhere else. It was one night when she was trying to fall asleep that she found the peacefulness of those sounds. It was specifically just those ones that started to lull her to sleep and give a fake sense of security. If a garbage truck were to pass by or there were any loud crashes, they would wake her up in fear. It wasn't as if all cars and all white noise would work for her, it was just the daily nuance ones that was almost a part of the city itself. The thing that scared her the most was silence, silence meant danger and consequently meant the end to something. Wherever that silence went she knew that death followed, because you could always create noise but to make something silent speak again? She did not know how, just the premise of it scared her. No matter what she was a child, there were a couple of things that made her feel uncomfortable like silence, snakes and ghosts. Some of the were natural fears she gained after living on the streets and others were instigated by others. There was this one night a couple months back where she had sat in the corner away from the other children like usual. Her eyes were trained on them and she was not so far away that she could not hear them. It was around a couple feet of distance at max that gave her security in both being far and being close to others. On this night, one of the older kids decided to tell ghost stories and have a communal horror night around the fire. It was a mockup of a campfire setting but their version around a bin set on fire. She did not know what a ghost was at that time but hearing their description she could almost imagine how they looked. From clown babysitters that broke into houses and ghosts that would try to steal your soul, she could not tell what was more terrifying. How was she supposed to know a ghost was following her if she could not see them? Nothing was scarier than an enemy you could not see. It also gave her the realization that her life was not so bad, it was comforting to know that although she was struggling to survive there were no supernatural fights involved. People who were better off than her financially would face these ghosts and serial killers in the safety of their own home, so was it really any better to live there? The dangers to be on the streets were real and dangerous but it came with the area. If you knew how to escape those scenes and stay safe, you were okay and could survive long here. Hearing that story was the first time she felt comforted by where she lived. However, the stories did not stop there, they continued on and on scaring the others until their limbs shook. She was no exception to this reaction, holding her knees she kept the tremors to a minimum. When they had finally finished and dispersed to go to bed, some of the younger children huddled together to sleep. They were to scared to sleep alone and relied on the others body warmth to calm their mind. She was the only one alone with no one to lean on, she kept her eyes trained on them and ended up staying up for several hours worried something might grab her. Coupled by the uncomfortable silence the fear for ghosts had grown larger. Since then, her three main fears were silence, ghosts, and snakes. The latter being purely out of the venom and scary eyes they had. There were one or two snakes she's seen from afar and every time people ran away. Other than those three, she had a heightened sense of courage when put in those situations. Just like now, even though she was calm and felt a bit of adrenaline at robbing the bakery there wasn't any significant fear. Maybe a couple days ago she could have had fear, with the state that she was in mentally the chances at dropped to negative eight. A bit of wind moved across her face and when she tried to move her mouth there was this tight resistance. The mud mask had hardened enough to stop from dropping but not so tight it would crack at the slightest touch. Reopening her eyes, she went towards the bakery in a slow pace as if she was creeping up on someone. Her steps were fairly light and she was able to make her presence fairly hidden for someone inexperienced as her. A couple hours had passed since she had first ventured out and an hour since she had set her eyes on the bakery. There was a shadow of darkness layering the sky as the night was trickling in. She did not know what time it was but based on the people walking outside, it was the end of a work day. Seeing a bunch of people enter the bakery, she took her chance and ran up behind them as quietly as possible. Due to her height the others did not see her and there was one child like her walking next to an a.d.u.l.t. Taking advantage of the timing she was able to slip into the bakery using them as coverage. After they went in, they let the door casually close behind them almost hitting her. Yet, she was able to catch it with her small hands and open it up enough for her to sneak in. No one noticed that there was a slight pause before the door closed as they were focused on the items in front of them. Regardless of how shitty the baker was she had to admit the food looked good. There was also warmth radiating in the store with everything being done fresh in the back. There were obviously ones that she was enticed to steal by how delicious it looked but she could not do it. Stealing from him had to be strategic not by impulse for it to be successful. Controlling her inner thoughts, she looked at the items with a different eye that the other customers. What was nice for her, is that the food was opened and not placed in cases. That meant she could grab it easily, like the little boy had done before. Following the motion of the crowd, she went behind one specific a.d.u.l.t who had stopped near the door. There were mini croissants there that the woman was looking at intensely. Making a quick decision, she settled on those croissants as her target. Waiting for her chance she saw the woman lean forward and take some, the second she turned away Ying Yue attacked. Reaching forward she grabbed a couple in her small hands, only two could fit but pushed them into her jacket pockets hiding evidence. After that she moved behind the a.d.u.l.t again to shroud her presence. Slowly moving back, she crept towards the door as her hands were on it and about to push she heard a voice speak out. "Wait!"
