Post by Mai Kobayashi on Feb 3, 2023 19:04:12 GMT -5
These streets were dark at night, that might seem like an obvious statement But as her feet thundered down the steps of circular stone brickwork it became apparent that the tall buildings were built so close to one another in so chaotic a pattern that it left these backstreets encased by high walls on either side. This draped the very narrow street in a blanket of night and even deeper smothering shadows. The moon was only just peeking out from behind a carpet of wispy clouds and a drizzle of depressing rain lay like a smothering blanket over the still rather warm air. It was one of those warm summer rains that did not offer any relief from the day's heat.
Water soaked her socks and her sandals urgently clacked through puddles that had pooled in the uneven, worn-down centers of these old steps. The large silver-skinned Fishman was breathing audibly as she rushed down the street in reckless pursuit of a man that was running for dear life. His heavy boots clattered as he nearly broke his neck rushing down the stairs ahead of her. He was making a break for it in the most vexing way possible. Why did every single one always have to run away? She sighed to herself as she held a hand above her narrowed yellowed eyes, trying to keep her, by now thoroughly soaked, bangs from making it even harder to see where her prey was running to in the darkness.
He nearly fell down 3 steps as he was still heading further down the alley, past an old decrepit bar. The sign outside was faded so much she could not read in the darkness. She jumped the steps he had so clumsily stumbled down and her hand brushed his shoulder. The webbed fingers slid from his soaked-through leather jacket as she almost caught him and then he turned on a dime, darting into a side alley probably in an attempt to shake off his just as determined pursuer.
Her hand slipping off his shoulder had caused her to take a misstep. Her sandals did not offer enough purchase on the rain-slick stone street and her foot slid away in a puddle of rain causing her to stumble in the middle of her run. Tumbling down another set of small stairs She came to an embarrassing halt having stormed passed the entrance to the alley he just dove into and tumbled straight into a pile of rubbish left on the side of the street.*Floowp* It sounded wetly before she pursed her lips to blow aside a piece of cardboard from a soggy box that had fallen down on top of her head as she took a spill into the pile. She rolled her eyes before she yelled in frustration as the man had slipped out of sight but she could still hear the sound of his boots dying down the alley.
"Neh! Just give up! I'm getting angry! Your bounty isn't big enough you want to make me get serious for it you know! "
Water soaked her socks and her sandals urgently clacked through puddles that had pooled in the uneven, worn-down centers of these old steps. The large silver-skinned Fishman was breathing audibly as she rushed down the street in reckless pursuit of a man that was running for dear life. His heavy boots clattered as he nearly broke his neck rushing down the stairs ahead of her. He was making a break for it in the most vexing way possible. Why did every single one always have to run away? She sighed to herself as she held a hand above her narrowed yellowed eyes, trying to keep her, by now thoroughly soaked, bangs from making it even harder to see where her prey was running to in the darkness.
He nearly fell down 3 steps as he was still heading further down the alley, past an old decrepit bar. The sign outside was faded so much she could not read in the darkness. She jumped the steps he had so clumsily stumbled down and her hand brushed his shoulder. The webbed fingers slid from his soaked-through leather jacket as she almost caught him and then he turned on a dime, darting into a side alley probably in an attempt to shake off his just as determined pursuer.
Her hand slipping off his shoulder had caused her to take a misstep. Her sandals did not offer enough purchase on the rain-slick stone street and her foot slid away in a puddle of rain causing her to stumble in the middle of her run. Tumbling down another set of small stairs She came to an embarrassing halt having stormed passed the entrance to the alley he just dove into and tumbled straight into a pile of rubbish left on the side of the street.*Floowp* It sounded wetly before she pursed her lips to blow aside a piece of cardboard from a soggy box that had fallen down on top of her head as she took a spill into the pile. She rolled her eyes before she yelled in frustration as the man had slipped out of sight but she could still hear the sound of his boots dying down the alley.
"Neh! Just give up! I'm getting angry! Your bounty isn't big enough you want to make me get serious for it you know! "