Another English project what? Anyways, victorian literature character description whatever wooooo!
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John sighed, his shoulders sagging. The air was damp, the harsh downpour had recently passed on to the southern part of town, giving John a break from the onslaught. The sun was staring to set, painting a orange and red ombré across the sky, yet the thick black fog of the factories obstructed the sight.
Keeping his eyes trained on the ground, he walked down the barren streets. Eyes tracing the cracks in the pavement to take his attention of the gloomy atmosphere. While trapped in his own mind, John thoughtlessly took a wrong turn. Realising his mistake, he looked up to process where he was.
A cramped alleyway, lodged between two towering buildings. The light was sparse, odd bits of waste strewn around, almost making him trip numerous time. He came to a standstill, not wanting to get further lost.
In the corner of his eye, John made out a figure shrouded by the looming darkness. The figure rose, beginning to approach him. John was now in a state of shock, completely taken aback by the strangers appearance.
Their hair was thin, chunks missing exposing various gashes on their head. Their eyes were sunken back in, they were lifeless. Their jaw hung slightly limp, exposing the top row of teeth, they were yellowed and jagged, the majority being missing or chipped. The skin looked thinly stretched across their frame, showing every bone in their body, this brought a whole other meaning to 'skin tight'. Their clothes were tattered, discoloured and ripped at the edges, barely holding at the seams. Their nails were in a same state as their teeth, bar the mud and blood which was caked under them. Their feet were almost black, looking as if they were suffering from trenches foot, around one of their toes was a tag, the writing on it illegible. Once he began to stare longer, he notices the little patches of greenish-flesh, this perplexed John.
Intimidated from the stranger in front of him, he stepped back, tripping over a dumped bin bag. He gulped, the stranger now looming over him, he was holding out a bowl, shaking it violently. The coins in it rattling around. Oh, John felt slightly stupid. Realising what the person wanted, John sprang to his feet, digging around in his pockets for loose change. Putting a couple pennies in the bowl, he sheepishly grinned at the stranger. They gave him a blank look, stepping back away from John, covering themselves in darkness, eventually completely disappearing. Almost as if he moulded with the shadows themselves.
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