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TheQueensGuard
Guest
Original poster
Mid-morning
Breez
Breez
Today started as any other day in Breez. The sun shined but grey clouds blocked the warmth of the star. A cool Fall breeze chilled the morning air, causing a few fires to be lit around both the Market Courtyard and the Subway Square. Most of the shop owners and cart vendors were set for the day and were only waiting for their regular customer, many of which were starting to awake and go about their business. Though the city looked ruinous, the people breathed a small amount of life into the landscape.
An unusual occurrence did happen as the first customers made their way to the market square. The low hum of an engine rolled into Breez. A well-kept white van, which stuck out in the rubble landscape, rolled to a stop in front of the market square. A blue cross was painted on the side, beneath it in black letters reading 'Providence'. It garnered some attention, a few people expecting a trader from Providence to emerge to sell some better repaired equipment or perhaps a priest to try and convert some of the citizens to the safety of the city walls. Most people continued about their day however, not interested in the occupant of the van.
Emerging from the van was a lone young woman, wearing a white hoodie, reading glasses and carried a journal in her hand. She glanced around nervously, and carried herself timidly, unsure of her surroundings. She took a quick look around the city, before finding the building she was looking for. A makeshift sign reading 'the Breez Bar" hanged above the door, moving slightly with a gust of wind before she disappeared inside.
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Logan RussoAn unusual occurrence did happen as the first customers made their way to the market square. The low hum of an engine rolled into Breez. A well-kept white van, which stuck out in the rubble landscape, rolled to a stop in front of the market square. A blue cross was painted on the side, beneath it in black letters reading 'Providence'. It garnered some attention, a few people expecting a trader from Providence to emerge to sell some better repaired equipment or perhaps a priest to try and convert some of the citizens to the safety of the city walls. Most people continued about their day however, not interested in the occupant of the van.
Emerging from the van was a lone young woman, wearing a white hoodie, reading glasses and carried a journal in her hand. She glanced around nervously, and carried herself timidly, unsure of her surroundings. She took a quick look around the city, before finding the building she was looking for. A makeshift sign reading 'the Breez Bar" hanged above the door, moving slightly with a gust of wind before she disappeared inside.
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Not far from the city, an old man woke himself up coughing. He sat up from his bed roll, hacking loudly before spitting out a gob of spit and mucus. He groaned and glanced around the old apartment room. It was dirty, almost has it was never cleaned from the first portal that opened up centuries ago. In fact, the various bricks and debris that laid in the corners of the space might've been that old. Light shined through drawn blinds on one wall, a desk sat in the corner with a chair and a near empty closet, it's door ajar, was near the exit of the room. Despite it's dirtiness, the walls were intact, the roof kept the rain out and it was far enough from the city so Logan could be alone.
Pushing off the bedroll and walking towards a table on the far side of the room, the old man reached for a glass of water left from the night before. Taking a drink, he sighed satisfied as the water hydrated his dry throat. He took a seat in a chair beside the table, rummaging in the desk draw before finding a filled syringe. The liquid inside the needle was a light blue, something swirled the water even when it was still and it glowed every so often. Wrapping his arm with a belt and waited for a moment. His veins bulged and it was easier to see as the blood flow was cut off.
He glanced down at his hand as it went numb. It shook almost uncontrollably, his finger tips glowing as if they were lit cigarettes. Taking a deep breath he slid the syringe into his vein, exhaling with a satisfied chuckle as the liquid flowed inside his muscles. He unwrapped the belt from his arm and sat silently for a moment, the shakiness and glowing finger types of his subsiding as he relaxed. He took another drink of water before stretching his arms. He continued about his normal morning routine, did some push ups and sit ups before getting dressed. He headed out, grabbing a small pack that laid beside the door before going out into the hallway of the apartment. Heading down a flight of stairs, he left the apartments and covered his eyes with a hand, blocking the sunlight as he adjusted to the brightness before heading down the street towards Breez.
Reaching the edge of the Market Courtyard, he glanced uncaring at the Providence van. If it was Inquisitors sent for him to 'purify' him for his past sins, they would've sent more than a van full. His stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him what he was doing in town today. Heading to his normal vendor he pulled a mostly intact stuffed bear from his pack. One button eye was missing but was sewn shut. "Morning Logan, getting your usual?" The vendor said, taking the bear and looking it over with a smile. Logan nodded simply, grumbling out "Not sure why you need a toy." The man pulled a slice of meat off his cart, wrapped it with a napkin and handed it towards the older man, who took a greedy bite of it. "It's for my niece, she's about to be three so I thought I 'outta get her something, you know." Logan raised his eyebrow and took another bite, saying between chews. "You should get her something useful. Like a slingshot or pocket knife." Without waiting for a reply, he headed off towards a bench at the corner of the market, a burning metal trashcan sat beside it to give off heat.
Pushing off the bedroll and walking towards a table on the far side of the room, the old man reached for a glass of water left from the night before. Taking a drink, he sighed satisfied as the water hydrated his dry throat. He took a seat in a chair beside the table, rummaging in the desk draw before finding a filled syringe. The liquid inside the needle was a light blue, something swirled the water even when it was still and it glowed every so often. Wrapping his arm with a belt and waited for a moment. His veins bulged and it was easier to see as the blood flow was cut off.
He glanced down at his hand as it went numb. It shook almost uncontrollably, his finger tips glowing as if they were lit cigarettes. Taking a deep breath he slid the syringe into his vein, exhaling with a satisfied chuckle as the liquid flowed inside his muscles. He unwrapped the belt from his arm and sat silently for a moment, the shakiness and glowing finger types of his subsiding as he relaxed. He took another drink of water before stretching his arms. He continued about his normal morning routine, did some push ups and sit ups before getting dressed. He headed out, grabbing a small pack that laid beside the door before going out into the hallway of the apartment. Heading down a flight of stairs, he left the apartments and covered his eyes with a hand, blocking the sunlight as he adjusted to the brightness before heading down the street towards Breez.
Reaching the edge of the Market Courtyard, he glanced uncaring at the Providence van. If it was Inquisitors sent for him to 'purify' him for his past sins, they would've sent more than a van full. His stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him what he was doing in town today. Heading to his normal vendor he pulled a mostly intact stuffed bear from his pack. One button eye was missing but was sewn shut. "Morning Logan, getting your usual?" The vendor said, taking the bear and looking it over with a smile. Logan nodded simply, grumbling out "Not sure why you need a toy." The man pulled a slice of meat off his cart, wrapped it with a napkin and handed it towards the older man, who took a greedy bite of it. "It's for my niece, she's about to be three so I thought I 'outta get her something, you know." Logan raised his eyebrow and took another bite, saying between chews. "You should get her something useful. Like a slingshot or pocket knife." Without waiting for a reply, he headed off towards a bench at the corner of the market, a burning metal trashcan sat beside it to give off heat.