Stream of Uncosciousness

by **Adam King** on December 2nd, 2013, 12:23 am

2nd Day of Winter, 513 AV.

The last thing Adam Kingston thought before he was knocked out was:

"Oh man. It's light outside. Light light. Like, daylight. And it's not even morning light, it's that bad bad almost-evening light, too. Shit. Just another nap... No more snoozing. Enough is enough. Up. Up. Check for smells. Nothing awful. Do the quick-clean. Arrgh it's cold. Fucking cold... water. Hells, Adam, what's your problem with water, anyway. You'd be -dead- without it. Doesn't mean the bitch can be that cold. I'm preety sure water can be any temperature it likes. It's not like it cares much about consequences. What're you gon' do to it, swallow it?

Clothes-check. Clean enough. No major smells. Good. Wrap up. Those boxes of steel bars under the bed, you're not going to place them today either, are you? You really should, the market is where it should be with the floods. Damn, the floods. That fucked up thing happened for real. Good thing this side of the Sunset Q' wasn't too screwed. Ugh, air outside cold. But refreshing. Huh, how come no hangover? That's neat. Oh yea, you slept until afternoon, you think that might be it, you lazy jackass? One does what he must to enjoy life and not the other way around. Left, left on Harrish Street, cut through that abandoned yard. What are we up to for the night's fun? Rally the crew? No, too much drama about it. Theo knocking out Lycus really caused a spiral of bad juju amongst the boys. The whole thing is silly. If you do a girl -after- she leaves the previous guy, it's no foul play. I mean sure, you're crew-mates, so it's not completely allright, but -

Hmm, that's the square in which that bald fella' got ruined up by the Daggerhands two nights ago. For good reason or not, let's go around. Damned Dagger-jerks. The Night Eyes should wipe them out. The Night Eyes are so neat. Shit-my-pants neat, but neat. They probably have secret control of all the other gangs in reality or some such. And are probably keeping up the appearance of more people in control just so they don't become over-feared and recoiled against. What the hell was I - oh yea bitches. It's fine to do her after they break out. Not aaaallll okay if she use to be with your crewie, but hell, you don't drama up the whole gang for that bullshit. And why in hell does nobody ever blame the girl, goddamn bigots. If they respected her any, they'd also blame her for screwing Theo up with this shi- Oh gods the smell. Mmm. The smell. Pie. What is that apricot. Check-check-check. Awgh, way over-priced. Keep walking. But the smell... No, you need that money for boozing. Walk. So, not the gang tonight. Not Jenna, she's crazy. Bad crazy. Clingy-crazy.

Got to go place that silverware for Thommy. First to pick it up from him. I'm already late. Well scrw him, he makes more from my work than I do. Though whoever originally probably stole or extorted the goods also probably took on some risk, hard to quantify that. Anyway. Screw Thommy. I should apologise for being late though. That's just good business. Make up a funny story. Possibly one glorifying sexual prowess. No, that's hatable. More subtle. Indicate how skanky a date you had, marking prowess without thratening. Good. Let's jump over this fence, shortcut through Purple Slum.

I think I know a guy, one of those rich fellas. Can't go directly to him. Hey mister have cheap silverwear is an awful pitch. No. Perhaps his slaves. Staff. They're staff. Staff, we're all staff. Slaves. Chicken-shit weaklings victimise themselves like that. Oh no poor me, the worls enslaaved mee. You get exactly the life you make for yourself, Adam. Exactly the amount of freedom you make sacrifices for, the power you risk for, the good life you work for. Being smart helps. Boozing can't help much. Though it is such a release sometimes. Man the boozing last night was good.

Man, that abandoned glass I emptied had something really good in it. Should've found out what that was. But wow. Hope that stuff wasn't laced with magic dust or some crap. Waving. Waving at me. Calling me over. Do I know that guy? Eri- Ero- Err-something. Wasn't he under Dagger-jerks, like, protection area. If I keep going, considering his street cred, he'll be able to legit-ly call me out for dissing him. Better go see what the asshole wants. Who knows. Might be lucrative. Huh, there's no door nearby, why's he at the end of an alley - Oh, shit, stupid stupid Adam. Good thing you only have one gold on ya - Look, a piece of wood flying - it seems heav-"

by **Adam King** on December 3rd, 2013, 10:21 am

The first thing Adam thought upon waking up was:

"Great, I'm waking up. And thos two were just about to take me home with them. People should be able to willingly go back to dreami- Oh hey, yea, that whole thing happened with the ambush. Yeaaa, can definetely feel it. Head pain ow. Cold stone. Cold stone? Oh and you can't see, Adam, how about noticing that? Or speak. Way to go. Hands .. no. Bound, gagged, eyes wrapped. Well this is unusual for a robbery. I should be worried. Correct. Well I am worried then. No sounds except a dripping of some sort some place away.

Okay, let's reach every other way, roll, rub against the surroundings, all that jazz, see if there's some lee-way here. How did that tavern song go..? "Boohm-shali-la/They skinned ol' Mac raw/Even tho there's no law/He went flappin' his jaw/Boomh. Shali-la/Shali-la". Though that's not applicable. I've been true to goddamned street ways. Yea, there's a wall but it's not helping. Every attempt to rub out of bindings was worthless, I can reach the knots on the arm bindings with my fingers but .. ghhhrnk- yea, no luck, too tight, bad finger grip. Legs, let's do something about the legs. Huh. There's some leeway here. Obviously the boot-dagger's gone, you felt that waking up. Man I love that dagger. I'll have to get a new one. Like, if I don't die and all of that. Hah! I undid a knot ...-level of the leg... thing. Godsdamned rope. I should carry a second knife, I really should. Hah! Another loop undid.

Noise. Other than the drip. Huh. Play dead in a gamble to hear something, or show defiance in case this is to do with one of the gangs that respects that sort of display? Play dead. Back down, Adam. You're still knocked out. Footsteps. Booted. But not heavy boots. Undoing my binds? Huh, great! Great? Or really bad. I wonder wh- Oh, the sound of something swishing through air. I know that sound, I heard it right before I g-"

by **Adam King** on December 5th, 2013, 2:33 pm

The first thing Adam thought the next day was:

"Dodge! Ah. Ow. Too late. Yeaaa, can definetely feel that. Ow. Damn. I should really re-locate my places-to-get hit away from my hea- Huh. Not tied. Eyes - Huh, I'm home. Home? That makes no sense. Alone? Safe. Apparently. It's day. How in he- Oh gods, is my - Phew, it's okay. It all feels the same. Good. How in h- Oh huh. Parchment. Note. "With pleasure. You owe us one." Odd ends to the curved letters... Who in hells? Huh. Great. Now I owe someone.

I can't let this end like this. I have to make it clear that I'm not on the potential victim list for these fuckers, that I'm above the threshold of profitabile-to-rob. Or hell, worse, enslave. Time to go tip a few big guys on that guy Eri'-what's-his-face being loaaaded with cash and targetting legit fence-runners. Make it clear that they can get a night of boozing on me or a hooker-run if they happen to completely mess him up.

But. Before all that. Eat, unwiiiind all over the floor, maybe shower - and then sleep. But before all that - board up the godsdamned window and door. You know. Just in case. But before all that. Check if the coin is sti- Gods damn it, he took my goldie! Gargh. Fine. Voidin' Daggerhands..."

by **Vanari** on January 30th, 2014, 7:55 pm

Adam King

Observation	+5 XP
Tactics	+1 XP
Acting	+1 XP
Planning	+2 XP
Intelligence	+1 XP

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