Post by pkgrn on Jan 11, 2016 14:44:57 GMT -5
Noise and clutter filled dimly lit square to the seems.
People.
Liquor.
Smoke.
The main elements of any bar, no matter the island. Sure, on Funkyard Island, the bars may be a tad more...disgusting. Yet a bar it was that Artemis found himself in.
He had fallen into the Ocean not far from Junk Island, and as his luck would hold, found himself safely ashore when he had awoken. Falling from the sky at such speed and velocity had caused a great deal of blood to rush to the young man's head, and thus he had passed out shortly after jumping off of his native island.
Outside of a few bruised ribs and a pounding headache, Artemis has survived the experience. He warned through the rough terrain of the island until finally stumbling upon this very establishment, the “Junkheap” as it were called.
It wasn't a very large space. It clearly had not been designed to contain more than fifty people at capacity. Yet it must have become quite popular, for the bar seemed to be nearly that full currently. It was almost hard to tell with all the coming and going's of each individual.
Then again that was the allure of a bar. To enter, unnoticed, and also to leave. Perfect place for a meet and greet. Which was exactly why he had come to this very place.
This was not Artemis' first experience at the “Junkheap”. In fact he had become somewhat of a “free-lance employee”. What this meant to the winged man was that he would perform services for a select few individuals, and would receive payment for such services.
And today was no different. In fact, it almost seemed easier than the previous errands he had performed. Yet this was the highest paying assignment yet.
“Transport this fruit. CAREFULLY! And do not let a single person eat it. Better yet, show no one! Only the Conrad. You will know him when you see him! Large fellow, quite stocky in fact. Has a few scars, and most noticeably, is missing his left eye. He doesn't even hide it! Wears the scar like a badge.”
Those were his instructions. Now all Artemis had to do was watch the door..
People.
Liquor.
Smoke.
The main elements of any bar, no matter the island. Sure, on Funkyard Island, the bars may be a tad more...disgusting. Yet a bar it was that Artemis found himself in.
He had fallen into the Ocean not far from Junk Island, and as his luck would hold, found himself safely ashore when he had awoken. Falling from the sky at such speed and velocity had caused a great deal of blood to rush to the young man's head, and thus he had passed out shortly after jumping off of his native island.
Outside of a few bruised ribs and a pounding headache, Artemis has survived the experience. He warned through the rough terrain of the island until finally stumbling upon this very establishment, the “Junkheap” as it were called.
It wasn't a very large space. It clearly had not been designed to contain more than fifty people at capacity. Yet it must have become quite popular, for the bar seemed to be nearly that full currently. It was almost hard to tell with all the coming and going's of each individual.
Then again that was the allure of a bar. To enter, unnoticed, and also to leave. Perfect place for a meet and greet. Which was exactly why he had come to this very place.
This was not Artemis' first experience at the “Junkheap”. In fact he had become somewhat of a “free-lance employee”. What this meant to the winged man was that he would perform services for a select few individuals, and would receive payment for such services.
And today was no different. In fact, it almost seemed easier than the previous errands he had performed. Yet this was the highest paying assignment yet.
“Transport this fruit. CAREFULLY! And do not let a single person eat it. Better yet, show no one! Only the Conrad. You will know him when you see him! Large fellow, quite stocky in fact. Has a few scars, and most noticeably, is missing his left eye. He doesn't even hide it! Wears the scar like a badge.”
Those were his instructions. Now all Artemis had to do was watch the door..