Finn O'Connor
:: 42nd Ashan, 717
It was a dreary, gray day. Leaning on his elbows, Finn gazed idly out of the tall, narrow window and up into the sky. Leaden clouds hung above, thick with rain no doubt. For once, Finn didn’t heed the tempting call of nature, his boisterous spirit had been dampened in recent trials, a melancholy mood had taken hold of him. Sighing, his eyes fell onto the square before the orphanage again. The day was still young, but already a cart full of sad looking children came hobbling through the wrought iron gates. With anothee sigh, Finn withdrew from the window, headed down through the hallway and pushed through the creaking wooden leading out onto the square.
More and more children were pouring in from every corner of the land, having lost their parents in the recent conflicts and Finn couldn’t keep count of all the faces. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he shuffled past the freshly unloaded orphans and made his way over to the closing gate, hoping to escape the inevitable choir of sobbing for a few more bells.
Picking up pace, he slipped through the gate just before it closed.
“Finn!”
Old Fred had only once managed seize him when he’d bolted out of the gates. In truth, Finn considered it a miracle that the old man hadn’t given up yet, with his stiff leg an’ all. It was rare for Fred to even notice him slipping through at all.
He was surprised then to hear footsteps chasing after him. As he bolted around a corner and rushed through the streets, he shot a glance over his shoulder, then skidded to a halt.
“Lawrence?”
A broad-shouldered boy with a haughty look about him caught up with him and seized his shoulder. “Didn’t you hear?” he scoffed, “you’re not supposed to go out!”
Finn rolled his eyes at the other boy. Lawrence was the kind of name only some rich-cunt prat from the mainlands could carry with pride. For some reason or another, Lawrence had taken it upon himself to play the boss in the shared boy's room. So far however, he'd left Finn alone.
“Whu cares?” he slurred back, shifting his shoulder to shake off the other boy’s hand.
“You’re always breaking the rules Finn. You should stop it.”
Just the way Lawrence said it annoyed Finn to no end. The blonde boy sounded like he was trying to explain something to a toddler.
“I ain’t takin’ orders from you,” Finn resisted as he turned to walk away, but Lawrence bolted both hands to his shoulders and tried to pull him back. Terrible mistake.
At once, Finn spun around and slammed a balled fist in the pompous prat’s face, but Lawrence was quick to recover and grabbed him again, tossing him to the ground with surprisingly little effort. Enraged, Finn jump back onto his feet and struck a lazy fighting pose as he waited for Lawrence to charge again.
“You’ll be grounded for weeks,” Lawrence threatened, but Finn merely huffed as the blonde charged. A few punches later, the two rolled through the streets in a wild tangle of limbs and they would have kept rolling on if they hadn't landed against a pair of very large boots belonging to a far larger fellow.
"Shite." Finn cursed as he gawked up to the towering figure, recognizing the man from a redecoration attempt in one of Etzos' taverns, not too long ago. Lawrence, upon spotting the giant, promptly untangled himself and retreated to a safe distance.
Between the two of them, Finn looked to be worse off. A thin steak of red came from his lip and a few scratches raked over his arms and face while Lawrence merely looked disheveled.
Although I have to say… whats this about implying that Tunawa aren’t strong…I take offence to that >__> Especially coming from a guy who had to use magic to heal from getting sacked by a 12 year old. Also I’m very soon this took so long.. right after claiming this my internet went out.