Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jun 21, 2011 22:38:25 GMT -5
He hated this.
He hated it, hated, hated it, this complete lack of stuff that seemed to find a way to infest everything after a job. Yes, Antonio hated being bored almost more than he hated being unhappy. It could be said that being bored was a form of being unhappy, but 'Tonio classed it out seperately; one could be happy and still be bored out of their skull.
So he had headed into town in search of something to do, anything really, since there was nothing to be done around the ship for a change. It was a decent day, and although the sea-fog hung heavy in the air it was still warm. The sun had yet to set, and so an eerie golden light diffused through the low-hanging clouds. There was little sound except for the ocean itself, the hustle and bustle of the market day having died down, while the rowdy, marauding bands of hooligans had yet to start hitting up tavern after tavern in search of a fight.
Antonio himself, after several minutes of walking with his face lacking that characteristic smile, had found himself quite the interesting looking little haunt; although it wasn't exactly well kept out front - the clapboards were weathered and rotted in a few places - the flowers out front were deliciously vibrant and the small alcove around the door was well-swept.
Out of sheer curiosity more than a need for a drink, the Spaniard tested the door. He found it unlocked, unusual at such an early hour, and gently pushed it in, blinking at a loud rattle. "Hello?" A brief upward glance and he knew the source - a crude doorbell made from useless glass bits hung across the top of the door. No matter, it wasn't as if he was attempting to be sneaky.
A cursory glance revealed no living bodies and so he stepped fully within the interior of the building, taking in his surroundings with a sweep of his eyes. "You open?" he called, then, a little louder, not even entirely sure if he would get a response. The last thing he needed was for someone to think he had plans to rob the damn place. Not that he wasn't entirely against that idea, he just - didn't feel like dealing with the authorities when all he wanted was a quiet place to relax for a moment.
He hated it, hated, hated it, this complete lack of stuff that seemed to find a way to infest everything after a job. Yes, Antonio hated being bored almost more than he hated being unhappy. It could be said that being bored was a form of being unhappy, but 'Tonio classed it out seperately; one could be happy and still be bored out of their skull.
So he had headed into town in search of something to do, anything really, since there was nothing to be done around the ship for a change. It was a decent day, and although the sea-fog hung heavy in the air it was still warm. The sun had yet to set, and so an eerie golden light diffused through the low-hanging clouds. There was little sound except for the ocean itself, the hustle and bustle of the market day having died down, while the rowdy, marauding bands of hooligans had yet to start hitting up tavern after tavern in search of a fight.
Antonio himself, after several minutes of walking with his face lacking that characteristic smile, had found himself quite the interesting looking little haunt; although it wasn't exactly well kept out front - the clapboards were weathered and rotted in a few places - the flowers out front were deliciously vibrant and the small alcove around the door was well-swept.
Out of sheer curiosity more than a need for a drink, the Spaniard tested the door. He found it unlocked, unusual at such an early hour, and gently pushed it in, blinking at a loud rattle. "Hello?" A brief upward glance and he knew the source - a crude doorbell made from useless glass bits hung across the top of the door. No matter, it wasn't as if he was attempting to be sneaky.
A cursory glance revealed no living bodies and so he stepped fully within the interior of the building, taking in his surroundings with a sweep of his eyes. "You open?" he called, then, a little louder, not even entirely sure if he would get a response. The last thing he needed was for someone to think he had plans to rob the damn place. Not that he wasn't entirely against that idea, he just - didn't feel like dealing with the authorities when all he wanted was a quiet place to relax for a moment.