Blowing Off Steam Winter 23rd, 512 AV; 16th Bell of the Day Ricky was rather flustered today, his anger management issue he had developing continued to pester its way into his mind. Turning every minor thing against his mood into a major dynomite blower. He was tired of feeling this way, hated himself indirectly for everything that happened, and irritated with some of the.locals of the town. Dressed in his Wave Guard uniform the fisherman stood watching the section of the Docks he was posted to, though there seemed to be little reason for it when he thought about it. The Docks was usually safe and docile during this time of day, compared to the damned bastards that dared to use the night for their schemes. Still he didn't complain about it as was his duty, for even in the midst of day the stupid who would attempt to pull such a petty thing like thievery would find that he was watching; and Ricky was watching all he could with sharp eyes. Who else would protect the very home he lived in? Sure enough he would do it to the best of his ability, seeing as how Zeltiva was all he had left. Ricky watched the people as they trailed on by, and remembered how he and Odis used to do the same back in time. Of course then was just for amusement during the hot summer, now was a serious matter to uphold the law. There were several cases when he saw what would be almost pickpockets to happen, but when the hands only moved to perform another action his mind eased back into it's ever vigilant stage. War within the interior while the exterior showed discipline, a facade that he was getting used to now; why look weak when a man had a pride to protect. There were general actions people did to make the day only more uninteresting if not irritating, people scratched their heads or pointed a direction or even- 'Sod it all! I need a petchin distraction.' Ricky thought to hinself, feeling hot even in the cold weather that haunted the Winter of Zeltiva. He needed something to keep his mind busy, another distraction to hide away the troubling concerns of his thoughts. The never ending cycle that called out for a outcome in all of its spiralling repetition, how would he find his distraction today though? Even though he was on duty he was taking everything way to serious, anymore then the result could be an action he would regret. Hopefully something would come along, for he needed a change of pace to the day. |