- 16 Aug 2018, 23:06
A sigh escapes the woman, her keen eyes dart from one area to another as she shuffles along. Seldom shops stretch across the street. The community seemed more carefree than a typical commerce area; some places busy while other's not. Emer makes her way to a lamp post in a desert area. From her hand, she sets down a small plastic bucket. To a gardener it wasn't much use, but it was more reliable than a cup.
With one last look, she descends, holding a cardboard sign that wrote "Need Money". The area itself didn't seem posh, per-say. At least, Emer hoped the police wouldn't reprimand her position. Only a few onlookers gaze at her in question but most pay no attention. On a good note, at least she wasn't imposing.
To be fair, if Emer knew of another way, she'd do it, but she also had no choice.
Two weeks after her release, The Ministry didn't particularly care where she was, this time. Perhaps they've given up after previous escape attempts proved effective. Yet, Emer couldn't help but feel prying eyes. At least with this, maybe they wouldn't think much of it. After all, she actually didn't have anything this time.
Either way, most of this plan consists of renting a boat or something else discreet. It wasn't that Emer was detained simply for going to another country—besides the fact she didn't have a passport, but that was muggle business. It's only when they found her tampering. By what they've claim "in illegal possession of". Of course, Emer had no other reason to go to a distant country other than what the court heard her explain, time and time again. Frankly, she was surprised they didn't put her elsewhere when deemed "delusional".
"Thank you," She says when a passerby drops a coin.