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[Gale Austin McCenry]

Common Vani Nari

Fall 9th, 513 A.V.
Fish Market

OOCAlright, I'm not sure if this post makes any sense, but if it doesn't, or your need a little clarification, then don't hesitate to PM me.

Hearing yourself yelp in agony isn't exactly a euphony.The sensation of falling wasn't exactly mollifying either. But you naturally get both of those outcomes when you attempt to climb a tree, that you've always had trouble climbing in the first place, when you have an injured hand. You can't avoid it, you're bound to fall, no matter how good you are at climbing. Yet for some reason, reasons abstruse even to himself, he felt like he could do. He supposed it was just his stubborn, capricious nature. He refused to say he couldn't do what he had been doing for years anymore. Gale would not accept the fact that he would have more difficulty now doing even the simplest things if he didn't switch his dominance to his right hand. He couldn't accept that he would no longer be able to draw as well until he trained his other hand to draw. And he refused to accept that he couldn't climb this damn tree!!

He had been climbing this tree ever since he had started his drawing career, or hobby, or whatever you would call it. Ever since he gotten that stupid sign!! He had been climbing this tree!! And he wasn't just going to bluntly take in the fact that what little strength he had wasn't going to allow him to pull himself up these branches, which threatened to crack at any moment, and get his sign! It just wasn't going to happen. "I am going to get up this tree whether you like it or not." He glared with gritted teeth at the bandaged hand, which throbbed in agony in protest.

Now, on a normal day, it didn't particularly matter if your were pain tolerant or not. You could be able to stand your arm being set on fire for bells and it wouldn't matter unless you got hurt. Same goes with those who could barely stand taking a punch to the face. It just didn't matter. But today, like the days before, wasn't a normal day. Each day was a challenge. A test, if you would, to see how much Gale could stand. Individual strands were plucked, both physical and emotional to bring out the worst in the murderer. And being one of those people who could hardly stand taking a blow to the face... You could only imagine the hopeless misery he was baring.

Between his panting for breath wheezing in anguish (seeing as the fall had taken his breath), it was hard to get a good sob out. Nevertheless, it was probably for the better. The people who passed by near enough could see the signs of pain and lamentation upon his scrunched up, dirt covered face. He was almost nothing more than a ball, his body caressing his mauled hand almost like a screaming infant. Though it wouldn't be the child crying, for the closest of plebeians could see the clear streaks of salty tears dripping down his face. His eyes were sealed closed and his teeth clamped his tongue to the point where the taste of iron flooded his mouth.

It took a good few chimes for the widower to even open his red eyes to look at his hand. The scuff mark of where the branch had hit the bandage was clearly visible. It looked almost as if someone with filthy hands decided to slap his hand. Though it didn't feel like a slap. It felt more like a boat had crushed his hand between itself and the dock when coming in to port. But it slowly- no, more like sluggishly- almost not at all, really- started to dissipate. Gale took this opportunity to go over to his back pack and gradually look for the roll of medical cloth he was given for the day in case he soiled the one he had on.

"Petch..." He hissed at the pain under his breath. What are you going to do about the sign now? ""I don't know..."

[Jayden Leina]

It was a nice day for market, Jayden having gotten a craving to shop when she'd awoke that day. Wanting to change up her diet and spend a little time where she usually didn't, Jayden headed to the fish market. When she arrived, the smell of the ocean and seafood permeated the air, though not as outstandingly strong today like normal. It was a comforting smell, fresh and lively, enhancing the spring in her step as she walked down the way. The market was bustling as always, though not particularly busy, allowing for a graceful and leisurely stride walking along. Catching the corner of her vision, a man stood apart under the canopy of the tree nearby, preparing to sell his drawings. Jayden had seen him multiple times at this market, under that same tree. She'd never actually gone over and looked at any of them before, she simply admired from afar, but he was always there, either drawing or selling art.

She perused along, mildly interested in several fish, but remained unconvinced to purchase any. On her way back towards home, she noted again, the man under the tree. He'd been attempting to set up to sell art, when a sign he'd made taunted him from a high tree branch. The man was doing his best to climb the tree and retrieve the sign, but failed with every try. After several slips and misses, he managed to make a little progress, that resulted in another misguided step, leading to a fall to the hard ground below. Jayden's person was a good number of feet away, but even from that distance, she could see that he was in a lot of pain, curled on the grass, clutching his hand, and likely upset. She immediately rushed over to him, though by the time she made it across the way to him, he'd reached for his bag, looking for something for his injuries, all the while cursing and talking to himself.

"Oh my goodness! Are you okay?"