The street in which he was walking... or, stumbling might be a more apt description, was busier than a parent-teacher open house at Aglionby Academy. The crowd, however, was a far cry from the upper class, ironed and pressed, priggish rabble he had begrudgingly grown accustomed to. The crowd was, really, anything but one thing at all.
'I might just fit in here,' he thought absurdly, lurching around a woman with a scuffed hat and unnervingly amber eyes. He might have checked himself one moment later to reflect on the fact that he had no idea where 'here' was, or who these strange humans... people? creatures? were.
Of course, any oversight on his part might have had something to do with his having just been savagely mugged in an alleyway by three scrawny pickpockets he'd mistaken for fellow students. He'd fended them off after weathering several strong kicks to the stomach, and had escaped into the crowd where he hoped they wouldn't follow. He was no stranger to a good brawl, but he wasn't used to being taken off guard. Usually people knew to keep their distance.
"Urgh," he grunted aloud, collapsing against a crumbling retaining wall. A line of shops stretched into seeming eternity, to the base of a towering shopping center. "Where the hell am I?"
Ronan Lynch, the Raven Cycle
The street in which he was walking... or, stumbling might be a more apt description, was busier than a parent-teacher open house at Aglionby Academy. The crowd, however, was a far cry from the upper class, ironed and pressed, priggish rabble he had begrudgingly grown accustomed to. The crowd was, really, anything but one thing at all.
'I might just fit in here,' he thought absurdly, lurching around a woman with a scuffed hat and unnervingly amber eyes. He might have checked himself one moment later to reflect on the fact that he had no idea where 'here' was, or who these strange humans... people? creatures? were.
Of course, any oversight on his part might have had something to do with his having just been savagely mugged in an alleyway by three scrawny pickpockets he'd mistaken for fellow students. He'd fended them off after weathering several strong kicks to the stomach, and had escaped into the crowd where he hoped they wouldn't follow. He was no stranger to a good brawl, but he wasn't used to being taken off guard. Usually people knew to keep their distance.
"Urgh," he grunted aloud, collapsing against a crumbling retaining wall. A line of shops stretched into seeming eternity, to the base of a towering shopping center. "Where the hell am I?"