Ugh, light bad

[Ingenious]

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Ugh. Light is bad. Thought Kichiro as bright beams of light filtered in through the cracked windows he had covered with some spare cloth he had found. It still had alot of holes allowing the blasted light to filter through, that woke him up and was keeping him up. How could he possibly get sleep with light beaming down on his face. He tried pulling his rag of a blanket over his head but the light still managed to pester him. He didn't think it could possibly get worse but the light was the beginning of it. Soon after, sounds of the outside coming alive worked its way into the small shamble of a building. It seemed he wasn't destined to sleep this day.

"KICHIRO! WAKE UP!"

That was the daily wake up yell he looked forward to by his ferret friend Kazuo. It was usually about this time he thought about smashing him so that he didn't have to deal with this living alarm clock that squaked like some kind of rooster in the morning. He sighed and threw his blanket off of him and sat up after rolling over. He yawned and stretched his arms and legs as he sat. He took one hand on his chin and the other on the top of his neck and twisted a little so he pop his neck and then he stood up and stretched once again. It felt good now that he was up and moving. He looked around his dusty shamble and decided that he needed to find a new place soon. This one wasn't quite good enough to live in forever.

"I see your finally up and moving. I've been up and about since before the sun rose"

"That's good for you. Others like me prefer to sleep in and allow for the maximum amount of sleep possible"

Kazuo climbed up the side of his trench coat and continued until he was sitting on Kichiro's shoulder. Kichiro often referred to Kazuo as a parrot because of the fact that he perched up there like a parrot. It never failed to infuriate Kazuo. He would always yell about not being a bird brain if no one was about to hear him other than Kichiro. He walked over to the door and pushed it open, it creaked horribly and made Kichiro cover his ears. It only made it worse that the sun was absolutely blinding him. He needed to oil that door sometimes so leaving in the morning was only half this bad.

He was about to leave when he realized his hat and sword were still sitting on the floor. He knew it was coming from a mile away. "Kichiro, you forgot your sword" commented Kazuo. And his swift reply to Kazuo's comment was "Shut up you freakin parrot, I know". Kazuo choked at hearing that as he always did. "PARROT!? I'M NOT SOME SORT OF BIRD BRAIN! IF YOU WANT A PARROT GO TO SOME SORT OF PET SHOP OR SOMETHING!" Hearing that made Kichiro chuckle like always. He walked over and picked up his katana and quickly attached it to his black leather belt. He then bent over and nabbed his black wide brimmed hat. He wore it occasionaly and he had even stuck a bright blue feather in it. He was now ready to go. He was in his daily apparel of his black cloth trench coat covering his pearly white shirt that hung over his jet black slacks from not being tucked in. He dressed somewhat oddly compared to those around him, his hat being the most out of place of everything but he really didn't care what others thought. If he had an eye patch he would wear it just to wear it.

"Let's get a move on. I don't have all day to watch you pretty up."

"Look here you oversized rat. I'll do as I very well please"

Kazuo scoffed once more but shut up for the moment. Kichiro strolled across the house once more, his boots clacking against the loose and dusty floorboards. He quickly exited the building out into the alley in and headed out onto the main street. He needed to find a place to eat. He had to be careful of which one he chose though. He had no money so he had been eating and then running away when no one was looking. He had probably angered most of the taverns by now and he didn't want to return to any of the ones he had visited. They would likely skewer him. He decided he would just walk the street and look for something that caught his eye.

He started heading against the main flow of people. Every kind of person seemed to be able to be found here today. The roar of the crowd was louder than usual as well as being much more cheerful. It helped his mood a bit considering no one really seemed to be angry As he walked he noticed a pretty girl about his age and was paying so much attention to her, he bumped into a rather heavy set man. "Watch where yer goin ye little scoundrel" the large man said roughly. He just ignored the man and went on his way until he noticed a sign not too far down the road. 'The peaceful Promenade'. Seemed like a good place, so he would try his luck here today.

He quickly made his way to the place by forcing his way through the crowd, drawing several complaints as he did. He pushed open the door to find a cheery bunch sitting in the establishment. Some were having breakfast conversations while others were still drunk from drinking all night long. Either way it hummed with liveliness in the tavern He wanted to have the Breakfast though. He didn't want to get drunk this early in the day, and it didn't help that his gut rumbled with hunger. He found an empty table next to the window and sat down. It was somewhat dusty but he didn't care. He was used to living in worse conditions so what did a little dust hurt.

Soon enough a barmaid made her way to the table he was sitting at. He figured it would be some older, ugly woman, older was the more common of the two traits that he had seen of barmaids. But this was his lucky day, not only was the barmaid young, about his age, but she was a beautiful redhead. Her face seemed like that of an angel and he started getting cotton mouth from it but he was always the slick one and could act as smooth as polished marble often, but there were always times he acted about as smooth as sandpaper. Luckily for him it was the previous and not the latter.

"What can I get for you today?" she said cheerily. Her voice was quite pleasant and he thought he was falling for her but he quickly shook it off as nothing but physical attraction. He didn't even know the girl but he couldn't completely shake the feeling. Unfortunately for him Kazuo had noticed.

"I think I'll umm start with some milk and some bacon"

She smiled and walked away to go give the order to the barkeep. Kazuo seemed to slither his way back out of hiding with a big grin on his face. "So...what was that all about Kichiro?" he said slyly. "Look here you, slither back to where ever you came from." Kichiro said coldy. "Oh, that's so cruel Kichiro" came Kazuo's sarcastic reply. Kichiro was about ready to stomp the snake of a ferret, but he cooled himself off by reminding him of the hard times they had shared. Kichiro turned and stared out the window but in his mind he was zoning out and thinking of times and places elsewhere. Some were real, some of them were wishes but both made him happy.

[Diligo Contemno]

The wide brush scratched at the stained floorboards vigorously, doing it's best to eliminate the sticky, dry spot of mottled tan and brown vomit; a calling card of some man or woman that had been very happy up until that moment last night. Perhaps it was one of the flush faced folk that was still here from the evening before, snoring lopudly with their flat wooden makeshift pillows. Either way, it proved to Jonathon one thing he mostly knew already; Underwood was just as filthy as Corone or the fringes of Raiaera. From it's composition, it looked perhaps like half digested stew and muddled ale. Despite the dirty tasks he often found himself tossed into, the vagabond found himself with a weak stomach, and therefore had chosen this day to wrap a thick cloth around his mouth and nose, rubbed with lemons to drive away the scent of the vomit puddles he'd spent the last hour furiously scrubbing.

"Hey, kid!" He glanced up and paused, wincing at the pains in his upper arms and back, to see the tender staring down at him, leaning over the counter. "You've done a good jjob cleaning up so far. Go ahead and take a nice break, eat some breakfast. I'll get someone else to pick up on that...what is that? Stew and ale?"

"Yeah." The tender chuckled shaking his head. "Aye, that's what the secret recipe will do to you!" Jonathon groaned as he rose to his feet, rubbing at his sore knees before pulling the cloth off his face. One of the waitresses, a striking redhead, walked up to the bar and rapped on it, getting the tender's attention as he walked away from Jon, laughing to himself. "An order of milk and bacon."

"Eh? Ain't the kid ever hear a' decent breakfast? No eggs and toast with that? Ehhhh...." The vagabond vanished into the back for a few seconds, before reemerging, shedding himself of the apron and large gloves, smelling faintly of soap, his hands slightly red. "And what about you? What do you want?" He gave the waitress a slight, crooked smile. "Pancakes. Eggs and bacon. And some ice water." The tender nodded, tossing some more bacon into the frying pan. "No ale?" He cringed, his smile slightly fading as bits and peices of the past night and early, early morning came back to him in bits and peices. He knew that one of those spatterings of vomit was his own, but between at the vodka, he wasn't able to pinpoint his masterwork anymore. If the universe's irony was working as it usually was, he'd probably already cleaned it off the floor.

Sighing, Jon sat down at one of the nearest, vacant tables, sliding down into the chair until his head hung down over the back of it, tossing his feet onto the tabletop. Sighing, he folded his hands in his lap and smiled.

Just another day....

[Pheonix Knight]

Ichitaka walked into The Peaceful Promenade and walked up to the bar and said "Give me an ale and some eggs please."Ichitaka took a seat and nodded to the redhead who passed by. When his eggs and ale arrived he nodded said "Thank you."When he finished eating he put down two coins and said "Give me some more bacon." He winked to the redhead before she left for the order. He was hoping to get her name before he left when he noticed a guy sitting with his feet on the table and his hands folded in his lap. And another man daydreaming.When he got his bacon he told the redhead to give the two guys some ale and give the cook his thanks for the food.He handed the redhead two coins and a tip.He waited for the redhead to com back so he could ask her name.

[XaleManix]

Xale looked at Kichiro, taking everything he could about him, including the lack of a bulge in his poket, sugesting he was broke. "so, how's your parrot?" he asked, chuckling under his breath. "if you need it, I can help pay for the food." Xale walked to the bar and got himself another glass of water.

the bartender couldn't stand Xale's drinking habits, "why on earth don't you get an ale, or a beer or even," he cringed, then finished "wine?"

Xale was disgusted, "Alchohol dulls the senses. because of it, my only badge of honor is gone. i swear, if i ever find the man responsibe, i will be read, willing, and able to kill him." he walked calmly to the he had occupied and leaned against it, waiting for an answer from Kichiro, and the "parrot" that was perched on his shoulder.

[Taskmienster]

This thread has been siting for over a month and a half. Since no response has been made to create activity I am going to be moving this. If you would like it to be reopened please feel free to PM myself or another admin and they will be able to move it for you back to the Peaceful Promenade.