Rook had never seen a train before in his life, let alone been on one. It was a novelty on the one hand and unsettling on the other. He pushed someone off his shoulder the moment he was awake, getting to his feet even if that wasn't the wisest idea at the moment, with the train still shuddering to a stop. He didn't go tumbling, at least, though he did stagger a step or two.
"Bastion fucking shit," he swore. He had an accent, resembling a blend of Russian and French. He was a tall man, blonde hair knotted in braids here and there, streaks of royal blue at his temples, and he was almost painfully handsome, if it wasn't for his crooked nose and the half-moon scar under his eye and if he wasn't immediately an asshole the moment he opened his mouth.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He asked, meaning the train itself.
Around Town
He made his way around pretty well for a man who'd recently been stabbed, who was still bandaged up under his shirt and the royal blue uniform jacket he wore. The jacket had seen better days, but it was his dammit, and it could be pried out of his cold dead hands if someone really wanted to take it from him. Still, despite making his way around pretty well, he limped as he walked.
Apparently, he looked like a halfway decent target, because a local slipped past him, one hand dipping into his pocket for the strange paper money he'd been given. Rook was on the man in a heartbeat, reflexes not dulled by his wounds. He grabbed onto the man's wrist hard with one hand, the other going for his knife and holding the blade against the man's throat. "Drop it if you know what's fucking good for you," he snarled.
The man's eyes went wide and he immediately dropped the money he'd been stealing. Sneering at how easy that was, Rook reluctantly let the man go. He watched him go, made sure he wasn't trying to do anything stupid, then returned his knife to his hip, crouching down. He started gathering up his money even as the wind snatched a few bills away, tumbling them down the street.
"Mother fucker," Rook swore, reaching uselessly for the bills as they passed out of reach. He would never admit to it, he might not even say thank you, but he could use some help.
Starkbucks
He still hadn't figured out what most of the bills were, and he couldn't read the menu behind the counter to save his life, but he'd figured out through trial and error that handing over a five or a ten was enough to cover the cost of a simple black coffee. After he paid, he lingered at the counter for his drink, then took it to one of the unoccupied tables, gingerly lowering himself down.
He was still on the pale side from how much blood he'd lost, but he was recovering well enough. To the point where this place bored him, even if he should be on bedrest still, technically. After the adventure he'd had, seeing his girl again, the kiss he'd never forget, being whisked off to someplace strange and foreign was almost mundane.
Taking a breath, he pulled up his shirt for a moment, without a single care, to check the bandages wrapped around his ribs, making sure he hadn't pushed himself too hard today and wasn't bleeding through them--he wasn't.
At Night
The aurora in the sky was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. There was never anything that was going to be more beautiful than Have though, so this came in second, but still. He dragged a folding chair out to the middle of one of the streets, completely uncaring if he was in anyone else's way, and slowly lowered himself into it, nice and careful.
Leaning back to admire the night sky, he said to whoever happened to be closest to him, "Does this shit happen every night?"
Rook | The Volstovic Cycle | OTA
Rook had never seen a train before in his life, let alone been on one. It was a novelty on the one hand and unsettling on the other. He pushed someone off his shoulder the moment he was awake, getting to his feet even if that wasn't the wisest idea at the moment, with the train still shuddering to a stop. He didn't go tumbling, at least, though he did stagger a step or two.
"Bastion fucking shit," he swore. He had an accent, resembling a blend of Russian and French. He was a tall man, blonde hair knotted in braids here and there, streaks of royal blue at his temples, and he was almost painfully handsome, if it wasn't for his crooked nose and the half-moon scar under his eye and if he wasn't immediately an asshole the moment he opened his mouth.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He asked, meaning the train itself.
Around Town
He made his way around pretty well for a man who'd recently been stabbed, who was still bandaged up under his shirt and the royal blue uniform jacket he wore. The jacket had seen better days, but it was his dammit, and it could be pried out of his cold dead hands if someone really wanted to take it from him. Still, despite making his way around pretty well, he limped as he walked.
Apparently, he looked like a halfway decent target, because a local slipped past him, one hand dipping into his pocket for the strange paper money he'd been given. Rook was on the man in a heartbeat, reflexes not dulled by his wounds. He grabbed onto the man's wrist hard with one hand, the other going for his knife and holding the blade against the man's throat. "Drop it if you know what's fucking good for you," he snarled.
The man's eyes went wide and he immediately dropped the money he'd been stealing. Sneering at how easy that was, Rook reluctantly let the man go. He watched him go, made sure he wasn't trying to do anything stupid, then returned his knife to his hip, crouching down. He started gathering up his money even as the wind snatched a few bills away, tumbling them down the street.
"Mother fucker," Rook swore, reaching uselessly for the bills as they passed out of reach. He would never admit to it, he might not even say thank you, but he could use some help.
Starkbucks
He still hadn't figured out what most of the bills were, and he couldn't read the menu behind the counter to save his life, but he'd figured out through trial and error that handing over a five or a ten was enough to cover the cost of a simple black coffee. After he paid, he lingered at the counter for his drink, then took it to one of the unoccupied tables, gingerly lowering himself down.
He was still on the pale side from how much blood he'd lost, but he was recovering well enough. To the point where this place bored him, even if he should be on bedrest still, technically. After the adventure he'd had, seeing his girl again, the kiss he'd never forget, being whisked off to someplace strange and foreign was almost mundane.
Taking a breath, he pulled up his shirt for a moment, without a single care, to check the bandages wrapped around his ribs, making sure he hadn't pushed himself too hard today and wasn't bleeding through them--he wasn't.
At Night
The aurora in the sky was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. There was never anything that was going to be more beautiful than Have though, so this came in second, but still. He dragged a folding chair out to the middle of one of the streets, completely uncaring if he was in anyone else's way, and slowly lowered himself into it, nice and careful.
Leaning back to admire the night sky, he said to whoever happened to be closest to him, "Does this shit happen every night?"