Crossing The Road [Diana]
Posted Jul 9, 2018 13:58:34 GMT -7
Post by Karma on Jul 9, 2018 13:58:34 GMT -7
"Are you crazy?!" "Hey, get out of the way!" "What the hell is he doing?" The shouting proved to only worsen the disorientation of the man, his body leaping back each time a car would dash in front of him. Karma froze each time that happened and instead tensed up in shock. He was still getting used to the whole car thingy. This would break the flow of traffic, with him standing practically blocking the cars, and in turn cause drivers to irritatingly shout at him. Which only furthered the cycle. The only time he would move is when he would catch a car driving full speed towards him from the corner of his view, which looked clearly more dangerous than what it was. They were literally driving at like, 15mph.
"Ehh..." He groaned to himself before the light of the traffic turned to red. Well, one of them did. No, there were more green lights now. But there were equally as many red lights. What the hell? Suddenly all the vehicles stopped. Karma raised an eyebrow, his body turning to check the pedestrians before he quickly spun back around. People on both sides were, at last, starting to walk. They were finally crossing the street and he would have to take his chance and follow along! People wouldn't shout at him if he was mimicking others, right? Apparently, they would.
"Are you crazy?" A woman exclaimed, her voice genuinely worried, unlike the others. Still, Karma did not understand what he was doing wrong.
"Oh shut up, I've heard that twice now." He scoffed in response. That's it. This time he would ignore the honking of the cars and the insults that were being thrown at him. He decided it was time to do it his own way. If nobody would tell him what the problem was, and only shout at him, then there was no problem to fix. It was as simple as that. So, Karma proceeded to cross the intersection at a diagonal line, unaware that you crossed streets horizontally. Or vertically, depending on the view of it. He was practically walking through the centre point of the road as to get to the other side. After all, why would he waste time crossing two streets when he could just take the quicker, and much more sensible path? Sure there seemed to be no white lines on the floor, supposedly marking the ground for pedestrians, but that didn't mean it was against the law to do so? Right? Well, he was still the core of attention for some reason.
"Ehh..." He groaned to himself before the light of the traffic turned to red. Well, one of them did. No, there were more green lights now. But there were equally as many red lights. What the hell? Suddenly all the vehicles stopped. Karma raised an eyebrow, his body turning to check the pedestrians before he quickly spun back around. People on both sides were, at last, starting to walk. They were finally crossing the street and he would have to take his chance and follow along! People wouldn't shout at him if he was mimicking others, right? Apparently, they would.
"Are you crazy?" A woman exclaimed, her voice genuinely worried, unlike the others. Still, Karma did not understand what he was doing wrong.
"Oh shut up, I've heard that twice now." He scoffed in response. That's it. This time he would ignore the honking of the cars and the insults that were being thrown at him. He decided it was time to do it his own way. If nobody would tell him what the problem was, and only shout at him, then there was no problem to fix. It was as simple as that. So, Karma proceeded to cross the intersection at a diagonal line, unaware that you crossed streets horizontally. Or vertically, depending on the view of it. He was practically walking through the centre point of the road as to get to the other side. After all, why would he waste time crossing two streets when he could just take the quicker, and much more sensible path? Sure there seemed to be no white lines on the floor, supposedly marking the ground for pedestrians, but that didn't mean it was against the law to do so? Right? Well, he was still the core of attention for some reason.