[Tall Johnny's] The Pugilist and The Poisoner

by **Annie Vatlina** on February 5th, 2014, 9:22 pm

Annie wasn't content on walking away without her coin, Making the poison it's self caused her enough trouble. With her attention drawn back to Tall Johnny, Part of her wasn't even listening to the loud and audible speech and with a once aroused crowd. Watching as the large men grunted, Like dogs. One grabbed Roy's legs and the other grabbed his bruised torso.

Annie almost screamed as the cold ale spilled over her once dry pants. It reeked and not to mention some of it smelled like the minty poison. Now she was more excited to get her coin more than ever. Shaking her hands off to the side Annie gave animistic hiss and a soft growl mixed in.

Catching herself in between growls it was cut short. If there was one thing she hated was the drying of ale on her clothes. Looking at her pants then hearing Green's voice she quickly glaceing inside of the empty ale mug. The green paste stuck to the side.

As he extended a hand she simply looked at him as though he was crazy. Lightly she placed her hand in his, Her hand was soft but had a unrealistic feeling, Like the hands of somebody who was constantly handling objects and organisms that required a gentle grip.

With her other hand she wiped the tainted colored substance on his shirt. Annie let out a sarcastic sigh, " If it hadn't be for the spilled ale.. " Her soft voice trailed off. Having to look up with a thin smile, It was obvious she was was short compared to Mister Green, Which she didn't like at all.

by **Roy Kingsfield** on February 5th, 2014, 10:33 pm

Day 39 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

The two burly men picked up Roy’s limp body from the group and Tall Johnny raised Bone Skull’s arm in the air, declaring him to be champion. The two hired men had the loser by an arm and a leg and dragged him across the floor, out of the cage. They weaved through the crowd, shoving aside people as necessary. The lucky ones saw them coming and hastily moved out of their way before they were bowled over.

“This one her’ didn’t do so well, eh Frank?” The shorter of the two grunted to the man in front.

Frank scoffed. “Bahh, I saw dis’ man her’ two nights ago. Wouldn’t even known he were dem’ same guy.”

The two continued discussing the fight as they made their way through the backroom until they reached a door. The short man lifted a hand and wrapped it around the door knob, dwarfing it. He twisted and pulled it towards him. The freezing air blew in and swirled flakes of snow into the room.

“Hurry dis’ up. Ain’t got time for dem’ cold air. Dump him and les’ go.”

The two men dragged the limp body outside and left him in the dark alleyway with nothing but the chill wind to keep him company.

***
12 bells later.
***

The first thing Roy felt was the pounding of his head as he was slowly dragged out of consciousness. His eyes flickered open, staring blurrily up at the cloudy sky. He winced as the noonday sun reflected harshly against the clouds into his sensitive eyes.

Roy tried to roll over. His entire body exploded into pain. He gasped, fire radiating throughout his body.

What the…shyke happened…I must have been…here for hours. It’s noon? How am I…still alive…out here?

He panted raggedly as the worst of the pain came from his ribs and face. He cast his eyes around futilely, not willing his body to move and endure the pain but having no idea where he was. The cold ground had seeped into his bones and he felt like he had turned into a block of ice. His limbs were stiff and he could barely bend his fingers.

Seriously, what the shyke happened to me. I fighting…what was his name….bah, doesn’t matter…something happened…what was it?

Roy groaned, causing his chest to burn as he tried moving again. He took a few shallow breathes and prepared himself for the agony that was ahead of him. He grimaced as he pushed himself off the ground, ignoring his screaming body. Roy staggered to his feet and collapsed against the wall.

His head spun in circles as vertigo threatened to bring him back down. A few ticks passed and his head cleared enough for him to look around. He gingerly turned his head, looking to see where he was.

Ahh…I’m in one of the alleyways…well. Apparently I must not have won…

Roy pushed off the wall and lurched towards the main street, snow crunching underfoot. He did not look forward to being jostled by the crowd. But there was something he dreaded even more than the pain he felt in his body.

Mother is going to kill me when she sees me…