Silence
Anonymous Me
Stetzon stared at the street corner for a long moment. He couldn't tell if the light from the setting sun was catching an angle on the snow and therefore making the bald spots on the sidewalk look wet, or if it was black ice. The North district was almost always more unpleasant. The storms hit there first, the street plows might get to it the same day, or it could be a day, or two. If they took more than a day it was tough. No city bus could reach the stop and everyone had to walk to work and back. It was bad enough living in the North district, but then he had to have half breed neighbors. They were loud, complained plenty and always thought they should get hand outs.
"Nothing's free in this life. Lazy, no good halfbreeds." Grumbling under his breath he pulled his hands out of his jacket pockets and stepped onto the sidewalk. The first step was easy, the second proved to be a bit slippery and he began sliding. Stetzon dropped to a squat to slide the rest of the way down the hill. At least if he fell over it wouldn't be so hard. Part way down the hill his foot caught on a little rock and he fell back on his butt. Near the bottom of the hill there was a pile of slush and he tipped himself to the side and managed to save his pants, but soaked one shoulder. Getting up he dusted his pants off from the flecks of snow and did his best to look acceptable for his night shift at the pub.
Looking behind himself, Stetzon spotted the halfbreed neighbor. The neighbor didn't even take precautions to keep from slipping. "Probably gonna make another disability claim. Hate those half dwarf idiots. Probably didn't even fall 2 feet. Got legs like mini tree stumps."
The rest of the walk to the pub had Stetzon sliding one way and then the next. When he walked through the back door he could already smell the cleaning solutions. Cleaner must have recently been through. It took them all day after he hosted societal reprobates all night long. Only the lowest of the low came to this pub, but he could handle them. Stetzon was a sort that not many encountered, but when they did it was unforgettable. He was a typical Amythion in almost every way. Primarily, he had a slow burning temper, heavy thick bones, a thick muscular frame to accompany the bones, 7 feet tall and gold eyed with browned skin.
No sooner had he put on the apron that barely looked like a fanny pack on him than the cleaning lady flicked the open sign on and the first waive of patrons came through. They waited outside the doors after they were done in the factory and spent too much, fought a little and then drank more before stumbling home. However, tonight there was a stranger and that could be a good, or bad thing. Perhaps they were here to try and find someone. If that was the case they had a surprise waiting for them.
"Nothing's free in this life. Lazy, no good halfbreeds." Grumbling under his breath he pulled his hands out of his jacket pockets and stepped onto the sidewalk. The first step was easy, the second proved to be a bit slippery and he began sliding. Stetzon dropped to a squat to slide the rest of the way down the hill. At least if he fell over it wouldn't be so hard. Part way down the hill his foot caught on a little rock and he fell back on his butt. Near the bottom of the hill there was a pile of slush and he tipped himself to the side and managed to save his pants, but soaked one shoulder. Getting up he dusted his pants off from the flecks of snow and did his best to look acceptable for his night shift at the pub.
Looking behind himself, Stetzon spotted the halfbreed neighbor. The neighbor didn't even take precautions to keep from slipping. "Probably gonna make another disability claim. Hate those half dwarf idiots. Probably didn't even fall 2 feet. Got legs like mini tree stumps."
The rest of the walk to the pub had Stetzon sliding one way and then the next. When he walked through the back door he could already smell the cleaning solutions. Cleaner must have recently been through. It took them all day after he hosted societal reprobates all night long. Only the lowest of the low came to this pub, but he could handle them. Stetzon was a sort that not many encountered, but when they did it was unforgettable. He was a typical Amythion in almost every way. Primarily, he had a slow burning temper, heavy thick bones, a thick muscular frame to accompany the bones, 7 feet tall and gold eyed with browned skin.
No sooner had he put on the apron that barely looked like a fanny pack on him than the cleaning lady flicked the open sign on and the first waive of patrons came through. They waited outside the doors after they were done in the factory and spent too much, fought a little and then drank more before stumbling home. However, tonight there was a stranger and that could be a good, or bad thing. Perhaps they were here to try and find someone. If that was the case they had a surprise waiting for them.