Worse For Wear
Spring 32nd, 513 AV; 12th Bell
Sunberth. Still the same city he was in last night, and still the same city onto tomorrow too. Ricky had stocked up on food rations for the trip to Nyka since they were in town, he wasn't sure what Valo was up to right now of course. Ricky hardly liked a place of violence, let alone a entire city of anarchy. So being here pretty much worried the sleep hours away for a while, which is probably the reason why he still felt anxious just sitting in his room. Whether it was because he was cooped up or in a place he didn't feel safe in, either way he was bound to lose his mind by staying cooped up in the room. 'Argh, this is gettin me nowhere quick.' Ricky scoffed as he looked out the window, the sun clearly wasn't going to move any quicker for him. 'Petch it. Just stroll for a bit, ain't nobody gonna pick a fight with someone yer size.' He told himself with a disheartened expression. He grabbed his coat and pulled the sleeves on, and checked the pocket for the room key as he headed out the door.
As he went on out of the Pig's Foot Tavern he felt the prying eyes of the local civilization follow, although he used the term civil very loosely. Ricky wasn't fond of the city because of the rumors, and though trouble hadn't seem to find its way around him yet, he was still vigilant about the whole idea. He went on down the street and observed some of the broke down architecture, and slightly admired the fact that even for a lawless city it still stood on decent ground. Smoke and char filled the air heavily though, as the town must've had several arsonists running about. 'If this were my home... Laviku be flippin boats.' He thought to himself as he looked ahead. He found that a group of shady men had gathered and walked in the direction he was coming from, and that was more then enough to steer him elsewhere to avoid any possible confrontation. When he turned off he had slipped into a alley that he thought would take him to another street. However one right turn ended in a dead end part of the alley, and when Ricky turned around to head back, three men waited at the end with sneerful grins. 'Petch my damn luck!' He cursed under his breath, as he slowly retreated back instinctively. "You lost?" The middle one interrogated, while the other two took slow intimidating steps. Both were built like Ricky but were just short of his height, as the middle one was not as built but more toned. All of them looked as though they had been in rough scraps before, and judging by how they act as a pack Ricky didn't like what his gut told him.
"Heh, just passin on my way through's all. Ricky hid his tension with a fake grin, a mask of positivity that would hopefully charm his way out of this corner.
"A foreigner eh? Where you from?" He looked coldly at Ricky as the other two cracked their knuckles, and Ricky finally backed his limit as he felt the wall.
"I'm... from Zeltiva." His eyes searched for a possible way to leave, to hopefully evade this pack of dogs before they tore him up. It was too late of course, he was already a cornered bear to them.
"That pathetic town of fish eaters?!" He spat at the ground as he then started walking, and right after Ricky blinked a fist from one of the men flew at his face. It made direct contact with his nose, and sent a shockwave of pain through his entire face. He staggered against the wall as he felt underneath, blood already dripped out of his now flushed red nose. He wanted to cry out in pain for help, but terror had already siezed his ability to speak. All he could do was groan at the pain that throbbed in his flarring nostrils.
"Fight back ya petchin bag of shyke!" His assailant said with a snicker, Ricky only looked at him with a scornfull expression.
"Ye ain't gettin a fight from me." The other guy from the left threw a punch now, this time it was right in Ricky's left eye. Ricky groaned once again as he hit the wall, and slid to his bum with heavy gasps. Tears automatically flowed from his eyes, as he held a hand over his left. The blood from his nose was now in his mouth, the metallic taste bitter to his tongue as he spat.
"Such a shame, for a sailor you're quite the coward." The middle man said with a small laugh, arms crossed as he enjoyed watching Ricky squirm. Another hook from the right hit Ricky in the jaw, which caused him to fall to his arms and knees.
Spring 32nd, 513 AV; 12th Bell
Sunberth. Still the same city he was in last night, and still the same city onto tomorrow too. Ricky had stocked up on food rations for the trip to Nyka since they were in town, he wasn't sure what Valo was up to right now of course. Ricky hardly liked a place of violence, let alone a entire city of anarchy. So being here pretty much worried the sleep hours away for a while, which is probably the reason why he still felt anxious just sitting in his room. Whether it was because he was cooped up or in a place he didn't feel safe in, either way he was bound to lose his mind by staying cooped up in the room. 'Argh, this is gettin me nowhere quick.' Ricky scoffed as he looked out the window, the sun clearly wasn't going to move any quicker for him. 'Petch it. Just stroll for a bit, ain't nobody gonna pick a fight with someone yer size.' He told himself with a disheartened expression. He grabbed his coat and pulled the sleeves on, and checked the pocket for the room key as he headed out the door.
As he went on out of the Pig's Foot Tavern he felt the prying eyes of the local civilization follow, although he used the term civil very loosely. Ricky wasn't fond of the city because of the rumors, and though trouble hadn't seem to find its way around him yet, he was still vigilant about the whole idea. He went on down the street and observed some of the broke down architecture, and slightly admired the fact that even for a lawless city it still stood on decent ground. Smoke and char filled the air heavily though, as the town must've had several arsonists running about. 'If this were my home... Laviku be flippin boats.' He thought to himself as he looked ahead. He found that a group of shady men had gathered and walked in the direction he was coming from, and that was more then enough to steer him elsewhere to avoid any possible confrontation. When he turned off he had slipped into a alley that he thought would take him to another street. However one right turn ended in a dead end part of the alley, and when Ricky turned around to head back, three men waited at the end with sneerful grins. 'Petch my damn luck!' He cursed under his breath, as he slowly retreated back instinctively. "You lost?" The middle one interrogated, while the other two took slow intimidating steps. Both were built like Ricky but were just short of his height, as the middle one was not as built but more toned. All of them looked as though they had been in rough scraps before, and judging by how they act as a pack Ricky didn't like what his gut told him.
"Heh, just passin on my way through's all. Ricky hid his tension with a fake grin, a mask of positivity that would hopefully charm his way out of this corner.
"A foreigner eh? Where you from?" He looked coldly at Ricky as the other two cracked their knuckles, and Ricky finally backed his limit as he felt the wall.
"I'm... from Zeltiva." His eyes searched for a possible way to leave, to hopefully evade this pack of dogs before they tore him up. It was too late of course, he was already a cornered bear to them.
"That pathetic town of fish eaters?!" He spat at the ground as he then started walking, and right after Ricky blinked a fist from one of the men flew at his face. It made direct contact with his nose, and sent a shockwave of pain through his entire face. He staggered against the wall as he felt underneath, blood already dripped out of his now flushed red nose. He wanted to cry out in pain for help, but terror had already siezed his ability to speak. All he could do was groan at the pain that throbbed in his flarring nostrils.
"Fight back ya petchin bag of shyke!" His assailant said with a snicker, Ricky only looked at him with a scornfull expression.
"Ye ain't gettin a fight from me." The other guy from the left threw a punch now, this time it was right in Ricky's left eye. Ricky groaned once again as he hit the wall, and slid to his bum with heavy gasps. Tears automatically flowed from his eyes, as he held a hand over his left. The blood from his nose was now in his mouth, the metallic taste bitter to his tongue as he spat.
"Such a shame, for a sailor you're quite the coward." The middle man said with a small laugh, arms crossed as he enjoyed watching Ricky squirm. Another hook from the right hit Ricky in the jaw, which caused him to fall to his arms and knees.