The sidewalk was splashed in small, dried streaks of blood. Graeme stepped tentatively over them - while he wasn't particularly disgusted by it, he didn't want to ruin his shoes either. He was new to the city, just passing through, and perhaps blood on the streets was a normal occurrence. It would have been a strange ritual, but not that outlandish.
His stay had been faring him well. He had eaten in one of the local shops, and had purchased a "Triple whopper jaw stopper" from a confectionery. Of course, he couldn't eat it just yet. His mask wasn't really to be taken off in public. He'd gotten some strange looks but he'd been wearing it long enough to be used to them. Graeme found it strange that people would glance, stare for a second and then look away quickly. Maybe that's just how people were.
Through the metallic scent of his guise, Graeme smelt the clear, crisp ocean spray. He looked to the left, and the sun began to set along the horizon, above the waves. Perhaps a stroll on the beach would be pleasant, he thought to himself as he set off to the sandy shore.
[school now so I may not be able to write more for a while]