10-19-2011, 05:54 AM
( Perfect. I'll start with the opening post)
It was just beginning to darken outside, and the park was mostly abandoned. Most people were going home to their families and eating dinner. Settling down for the night.
All things considered, it should have been pretty peaceful. But it wasn't.
"Let go of me you hoodlums!" an old man yelped, as two men in their mid twenties pulled at his hands and pockets.
Common thieves.
He was a thin, brittle looking slip of a man, with a receding hairline, wispy white hair, and skin flecked with age spots. His cane lay on the ground three feet from him, lost in the struggle.
"Give it up Gramps! Nobody can hear you, just hand over your wallet you old badger!" one of the punks guffawed.
"Yeah, hurry up and go to the grave!" the other growled, shoving him.
The old man took a tumble to the ground, groaning in pain as a shock of sensation shot up his leg and to his weathered hips.
Punk number two crowed in laughter as he reached down to wretch the old mans wallet from his frail hands. " About time, stingy old geezer" he muttered.
The second punk stood over the old man with a menacing grin on his face. "So, what should we do Yamato? He'll go to the authorities..." he noted.
"P-Please, just go" the old man pleaded, his aged complexion paling.
"Aww, we cant do that gramps, we've been caught too many times... If you rat us out, we'll be doing big time" the first punk sighed.
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