Post by Zari A'Soul on Oct 14, 2015 21:25:09 GMT -5
"Ugh." The single breath of irritation escaped Zari's lips as he was now sitting in the train leaving Harujion. He had spent the last three days there and yet it was a lack luster experience. As he leaned into the walking isle, he thought about the experience that led to his current mood.
Things never seemed as easy as Zari would hope for. All though he made it into the city in time to restock on his already limited supplies, he was missing a few. A few vials, two or so rolls of bandages and a new bag. A rather irritated and just plain grumpy frown was stamped across his lips as the sun of day was declining from it's apex. The clouds were off in the sea as people rushed past each other. Bumping into Zari without the simplest apology as he made his way a few steps away from the train station. Twas to be his first time on the locomotive. Standing on the platform, he looked back and forth at the long metal vehicle. Yet before he stepped on he paused. The healer could have sworn he felt someone grabbing at his robes. Or his bag. Was someone stealing his stuff? Time for mister badguy. "Oi! Get out of here you trashy piece of trash!" Ugh, nice one. Moron. Zari turned to look at the presence that had been following behind him. Ashamed to find a filthy child with a bowl in her hand. Torn garbs for clothes and black nails from dirt. She began crying and running way. To which Zari lowered his head and began to shed a single tear in pain.
How could he say that to a little, apparently homeless girl!? The man had to be mad on the inside. Maybe a devil was taking over his soul. Yeah that was the only logical explanation. Nothing more. Him being an actual asshat? Not possible. "I'm an evil bastard." he muttered under his breath. And as an evil bastard, he carried all his bags with him, piling them on the seat beside him. Not letting anyone sit beside him. Probably might irritate someone.
Things never seemed as easy as Zari would hope for. All though he made it into the city in time to restock on his already limited supplies, he was missing a few. A few vials, two or so rolls of bandages and a new bag. A rather irritated and just plain grumpy frown was stamped across his lips as the sun of day was declining from it's apex. The clouds were off in the sea as people rushed past each other. Bumping into Zari without the simplest apology as he made his way a few steps away from the train station. Twas to be his first time on the locomotive. Standing on the platform, he looked back and forth at the long metal vehicle. Yet before he stepped on he paused. The healer could have sworn he felt someone grabbing at his robes. Or his bag. Was someone stealing his stuff? Time for mister badguy. "Oi! Get out of here you trashy piece of trash!" Ugh, nice one. Moron. Zari turned to look at the presence that had been following behind him. Ashamed to find a filthy child with a bowl in her hand. Torn garbs for clothes and black nails from dirt. She began crying and running way. To which Zari lowered his head and began to shed a single tear in pain.
How could he say that to a little, apparently homeless girl!? The man had to be mad on the inside. Maybe a devil was taking over his soul. Yeah that was the only logical explanation. Nothing more. Him being an actual asshat? Not possible. "I'm an evil bastard." he muttered under his breath. And as an evil bastard, he carried all his bags with him, piling them on the seat beside him. Not letting anyone sit beside him. Probably might irritate someone.