10-04-2019, 01:07 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]La Dama outstretches her hand for him to take, and for a moment, he just stares at it with a curled lip. He takes it, of course, purely out of respect for his elders--that and the fact that it would be more humiliating to try and get up on his own than to just accept her help. However, as soon as he’s stable and upright, he snatches his hand away as quick as he possibly can, rubbing it as though touching her burned.
Room and board, she says.
”We have to pay?” he asks, sticking a hand in his pocket only to pull out a handful of miscellaneous, most definitely worthless crap, buried and entangled in a whole lot of pocket lint. He’s got nothing to trade for the hospitality of these … thugs. There may be something in his backpack if he really looks, but there’s most likely not much in there other than his violin--and there’s no way in hell he’ll ever give that up, not even if they try to pry it from his cold, blue hands.
Salem’s arrival puts him more on edge, but again, he’s got nothing to defend himself. La Dama, on the other hand, looks as though she may go berzerk at any moment. For such a short woman, she sure instills fear deep in his heart, wielding that pipe like it’s fatal.
He shakes like a leaf, trying his hardest to hide behind her, despite being nearly a full head taller.
Marco says nothing. La Dama can handle it … or so he hopes.
Room and board, she says.
”We have to pay?” he asks, sticking a hand in his pocket only to pull out a handful of miscellaneous, most definitely worthless crap, buried and entangled in a whole lot of pocket lint. He’s got nothing to trade for the hospitality of these … thugs. There may be something in his backpack if he really looks, but there’s most likely not much in there other than his violin--and there’s no way in hell he’ll ever give that up, not even if they try to pry it from his cold, blue hands.
Salem’s arrival puts him more on edge, but again, he’s got nothing to defend himself. La Dama, on the other hand, looks as though she may go berzerk at any moment. For such a short woman, she sure instills fear deep in his heart, wielding that pipe like it’s fatal.
He shakes like a leaf, trying his hardest to hide behind her, despite being nearly a full head taller.
Marco says nothing. La Dama can handle it … or so he hopes.
[sub]the artist formerly known as hal[/sub]
Hoot gives Hal’s body a hug