Re: New Arrival, New Filth
Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 8:15 pm
15th of Yaris, Midday
Darwin stood staring at the cigarette. He thought it over to himself for only a flash, impulse driving his mouth into words before his mind reflected. "So, you buy the vagrant shoes on the premise of charity, then what? Ask him to carry a bag from one square to another? Ask him to peddle some alchemists rotten chemicals scraped from the bottom of his glassware? All while a dagger rests to slide between the discs in my spine?" he took the cigarette with an aggressive motion. "I may be new here, but I know a sly toffin when I see one. I can look a man in the eyes as I cut his guts out. I doubt a trickster like you can say the same." Darwin stared daggers into the eyes of Benton, then spits on the ground in front of him. With malice clear in his voice, he nearly shouts, "At least a Gollie looks me in the eyes before imposing their will over us."
Darwin turned on the ball of his foot, shook his head, and walked out the door, the plunger snapping into place as the wood hits the frame. All that's left of Darwin's existence is the twigs and leaves on the ground that came loose from his hair.
Darwin stood staring at the cigarette. He thought it over to himself for only a flash, impulse driving his mouth into words before his mind reflected. "So, you buy the vagrant shoes on the premise of charity, then what? Ask him to carry a bag from one square to another? Ask him to peddle some alchemists rotten chemicals scraped from the bottom of his glassware? All while a dagger rests to slide between the discs in my spine?" he took the cigarette with an aggressive motion. "I may be new here, but I know a sly toffin when I see one. I can look a man in the eyes as I cut his guts out. I doubt a trickster like you can say the same." Darwin stared daggers into the eyes of Benton, then spits on the ground in front of him. With malice clear in his voice, he nearly shouts, "At least a Gollie looks me in the eyes before imposing their will over us."
Darwin turned on the ball of his foot, shook his head, and walked out the door, the plunger snapping into place as the wood hits the frame. All that's left of Darwin's existence is the twigs and leaves on the ground that came loose from his hair.