A change to sea.
Who: some jerk and some other jerk.
When: August 13th, midday.
Where: Streets.
Summary: Just their luck, an accidental meeting.
Warnings: Nope.
He was growing restless. Maintaining distance from the corporations was something Eddie regarded as a necessity -- he was not in a state to be owned, much less by such disagreeable philosophies -- but that sacrifice of obvious power came at a steep price. Anonymity. Boredom. Poverty. Although the last concern was easily remedied to a modest accord, he was hardly musing in the funds he so often found himself acclimated to. It weighed on Eddie Nygma, this rougher, rawer, sparser life.
He had always considered himself a man of sophistication.
But movement was limited, here in the Port. Darkness offered little option. Eddie wasn't much of a physical fighter, and he held no delusions over the matter. He was more effective in outwitting an obstacle, and sometimes that required a low profile. But the thing with low profiles, they weren't particularly stimulating. And a dearth of stimulation sparked a certain impulsivity within Eddie's synapses.
Consumed by this gnawing agitation, he didn't realize he had shouldered into a fellow on the streets until after contact was made.
When: August 13th, midday.
Where: Streets.
Summary: Just their luck, an accidental meeting.
Warnings: Nope.
He was growing restless. Maintaining distance from the corporations was something Eddie regarded as a necessity -- he was not in a state to be owned, much less by such disagreeable philosophies -- but that sacrifice of obvious power came at a steep price. Anonymity. Boredom. Poverty. Although the last concern was easily remedied to a modest accord, he was hardly musing in the funds he so often found himself acclimated to. It weighed on Eddie Nygma, this rougher, rawer, sparser life.
He had always considered himself a man of sophistication.
But movement was limited, here in the Port. Darkness offered little option. Eddie wasn't much of a physical fighter, and he held no delusions over the matter. He was more effective in outwitting an obstacle, and sometimes that required a low profile. But the thing with low profiles, they weren't particularly stimulating. And a dearth of stimulation sparked a certain impulsivity within Eddie's synapses.
Consumed by this gnawing agitation, he didn't realize he had shouldered into a fellow on the streets until after contact was made.