subway.

Four people walk past, eager to be off the train and on to their business, or the one headed in another direction.

Walking left, and in somewhat of a hurry stomps a heft black man wearing a brown suit a little too large for him. It makes one wonder what larger man could have owned the suit previously, or how the tailor did such a terrible job. He is carrying a leather handbag, and rushes off to the escalator.

Following behind him, at a considerably slower pace, is a woman all in black. She is not one to skimp on the perfume, and all who are within three feet of her are offered the chance to smell her. It is an exotic, alluring odour, somewhat ill fitted to the overly curvaceous figure departing the station.

Coming from the other direction is a curious individual, clad in black t-shirt and jeans. Large black sunglasses take up much of his face, and a piece of folded paper sticks out of his front pocket. He marches forward, back completely straight as if in the military; the exposed skin is wrinkled, and weathered.

Striding forward with an awkward gait, the next person stares forward with a blank stare. His mouth remains slightly ajar all the while, and his left arm swings back and forth in time to his steps. Wearing a nondescript red shirt and jeans, his right palm lies on his stomach, never moving.