I'm no good at these journal sort of things, so you'll all just have to bear with me on this. I'm only writing in this because there's nothing else to do in here. All walls, metal bars, and bad food.
Seemed like the knights were intent on stealing money from Hanks today. That guy barely makes enough to support himself, and they insist on taking shit from him anyway. Of course I wasn't going to just stand there and watch that.
So I beat them up and ended up getting thrown in here after they had to call a bunch of superior officiers for back-up.
Man, feels like this happens every week now.
Well, that's all you're getting out of me today.
Third Person: His eyes scanned the streets below his second story window, straying with every passerby that passed. Some would wave and greet him, others would barely notice him. He held his hand out, a faint smile on his face, to those that knew him. Seemed like today was going to be nothing out of the ordinary, again. It wasn't like he could complain, though. Quiet days meant less trouble for the people of the lower quarter. The peace suit it's inhabitants well, at least much more than it had in past years.
But damn, he was so bored.
He was used to action. He got into a lot of fights with the knights on a regular basis, and back when he was a part of them, traveling outside of the city's barrier was often a part of his missions. He felt..stuck, being here now. It bothered him.
A small figure cause his attention out of the corner of his eyes. A small boy stopped underneath his window, calling up to him.
"Hey, Yuri!" Yuri just smiled, responding to him.
"What's up, Ted?"
"Mom said she needs your help with carrying some stuff! It's too big for me!" A small chuckle left Yuri. Maybe he didn't mind an ordinary day either. He swung his legs over the side of his window, dropping down in front of the boy on the street below, bring a smile to his face, this feat obviously impressing him, no matter how many times he had seen it before. Yuri could feel his smile growing a little more.
Yuri Lowell | Tales of Vesperia | 3/3
I'm no good at these journal sort of things, so you'll all just have to bear with me on this. I'm only writing in this because there's nothing else to do in here. All walls, metal bars, and bad food.
Seemed like the knights were intent on stealing money from Hanks today. That guy barely makes enough to support himself, and they insist on taking shit from him anyway. Of course I wasn't going to just stand there and watch that.
So I beat them up and ended up getting thrown in here after they had to call a bunch of superior officiers for back-up.
Man, feels like this happens every week now.
Well, that's all you're getting out of me today.
Third Person: His eyes scanned the streets below his second story window, straying with every passerby that passed. Some would wave and greet him, others would barely notice him. He held his hand out, a faint smile on his face, to those that knew him. Seemed like today was going to be nothing out of the ordinary, again. It wasn't like he could complain, though. Quiet days meant less trouble for the people of the lower quarter. The peace suit it's inhabitants well, at least much more than it had in past years.
But damn, he was so bored.
He was used to action. He got into a lot of fights with the knights on a regular basis, and back when he was a part of them, traveling outside of the city's barrier was often a part of his missions. He felt..stuck, being here now. It bothered him.
A small figure cause his attention out of the corner of his eyes. A small boy stopped underneath his window, calling up to him.
"Hey, Yuri!" Yuri just smiled, responding to him.
"What's up, Ted?"
"Mom said she needs your help with carrying some stuff! It's too big for me!" A small chuckle left Yuri. Maybe he didn't mind an ordinary day either. He swung his legs over the side of his window, dropping down in front of the boy on the street below, bring a smile to his face, this feat obviously impressing him, no matter how many times he had seen it before. Yuri could feel his smile growing a little more.
"Lead the way then, Ted."