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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 12:55:35 GMT -5
Street noun 1. a public thoroughfare, usually paved, in a village, town, or city, including the sidewalk or sidewalks. 2. such a thoroughfare together with adjacent buildings, lots, etc.: Houses, lawns, and trees composed a very pleasant street. 3. the roadway of such a thoroughfare, as distinguished from the sidewalk: to cross a street. 4. a main way or thoroughfare, as distinguished from a lane, alley, or the like. 5. the inhabitants or frequenters of a street: The whole street gossiped about the new neighbors. 6. the Street, Informal. the section of a city associated with a given profession or trade, especially when concerned with business or finance, as Wall Street. the principal theater and entertainment district of any of a number of U.S. cities. adjective 7. of, on, or adjoining a street: a street door just off the sidewalk. 8. taking place or appearing on the street: street fight; street musicians. 9. coarse; crude; vulgar: street language. 10. suitable for everyday wear: street clothes; street dress. 11. retail: the street price of a new computer; the street value of a drug. Idioms 12. on /in the street, without a home: You'll be out on the street if the rent isn't paid. without a job or occupation; idle. out of prison or police custody; at liberty. 13. up one's street, British, alley.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 13:04:36 GMT -5
It was a beautiful night, Tim had to admit. The stars shone bright, the moon in a crescent smiled against the crude darkness of the sky, a warm breeze flowed against his bare skin... Not even the chains around his wrists that tied him to the light pole were annoying him much; his nuts still hurt a little though, he guessed that they might be a bit swollen by now, that dwarf surely could throw a punch, who would have guessed?
"Ey, laddie. Could you give me a little hand here?" He called the rare passerbies, but they tended to speed up their pace when they say a man in his underclothes tied to a pole. Not even the guy that lit up the lamps had given him much thought, he just did his job and went away not even noticing Tim's presence.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 15:41:46 GMT -5
People take amusement from pelting the idiot with fruit. Children find rocks even funnier.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 15:52:12 GMT -5
"Ow ow ow ow... Stop it, you little bastards." Tim said, contorting himself trying to stay out of the rocks' paths. "COME ON!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 15:53:18 GMT -5
After a while, the crowd even gets bored of tormenting him. A young woman undoes his bounds. She babbles at him in some weird foreigner language.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 16:00:18 GMT -5
"Finally someone with compassion." Tim said to himself in Wetserosi, knowing she'd obviously not understand it.
"Thank you so very much, missy. Kids these days."He said in Pentoshi, guessing that since she lived in Pentos she might understand the local tongue. "Guess I"m in your debt at the moment."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 16:06:28 GMT -5
She blabbers more. Nope, apparently a slave from god knows where. She points at him. Tim thinks she might want money, or something.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 16:22:51 GMT -5
"You people..." Tim tapped where his coin purse should have been, but of course they had robbed him of it just like his clothes. "Well... As you might see, I've left my money with the other trousers."
"Now, I must be going. Alright?" He smiled turning his back to her and in a blink of an eye he was running down the street. You never know when these people will get aggressive if you do not give them what they want; better safe than sorry.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 17:47:38 GMT -5
Jesus everyone hates Tim.
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