Wee Nipper

[Brad the Inhaler]

Corporal Foirtes strolled down the length of the cells, whistling as he went. It was almost 8 bells by the clock in the main hall and that meant it was time to wake up some prisoners, the best bit of the job in his eyes. Upon reaching the first of the occupied cells he came across the first droplet of scum that the Night staff had bought in.

"Well, well, well Petes. Drunk and Disorderly again?"

The rotund Corporal regarded the ragged pile of soggy cloak and greasy hair that was curled up in the corner of the cell, surrounded by a pile of his own fecal matter, vomit and urine. Removing the large rusty frying pan from behind his back the watchman took a step back, readied his grip, before bringing the metal pan in a sweeping overheard motion that would make any lumberjack proud.

CLANG!!

The force of the frying pan hitting the steel bars of the drunkard's cage caused Foirtes' teeth to rattle slightly as the vibrations shuddered up his arm. It had the desired affect however as the sodden pile bounced around his cage like a ferret in heat.

"Wake up you pisshead!!"

The Corporal spat into the cell before moving on down the line. The next few cells were empty, must have been a quiet night, but soon he came across the end cell were a tiny sobbing could be heard. He stuck a fat finger, fresh with grease from his breakfast, into his ear and twitched it about before he peered into the gloom of the windowless cell.

"'ere! What you crying about!?"

He called into the darkness, unsure what to make of whatever creature been locked inside.

[Wolfy]

Previously lulling back and forth between his knee's, Frido's gaze raised an inch. His eyes were miserable, pale bags hung from them, testament to his sleepless night. A low groan; like the wind blowing, was managing to break the silence. Dazed, exhausted and slightly hysterical from his lack of sleep and food, both of which he was accustomed to enjoying in large doses and at frequent intervals.

Remembering he had company in the form of watchmen and other prisoners, he ceased his groaning, which up until now had been an undeliberate release of his pent up frustration.

'I had places to be' he told himself, 'important places!' Haste was of vast import and time was flying past his barred windows, not stopping to peak inside!

"I'm in a cell... And I'm not meant to be! I'm in a cold dark cell, when I'm not supposed to be!!"

His speech was stressed and high pitched, mumbled and lazy. He might well have stomped his feet and held his breath, just so the comparison between the would-be-wizard and a brat having a tantrum would have been complete. He let another short whine escape his throat as his head sank down, back between his knee's and half closing his eyes. Resuming his self pitying state.

[Brad the Inhaler]

The rotund watchman's jelly-filled heart gave a tiny twinge of sympathy as he spied the little boy inside the murky darkness. He gave a gasp and sped back into the watch house, letting his frying pan crash to the ground with a rattling spin. Before the iron giant had finished it's cacophonic ringing Corporal Foirtes was back at the cell fumbling with his set of keys, he jammed the correct one into the lock and yanked the door open. All of a sudden he remembered his medical condition and gave a tiny squeal.

"Phew...I think I'd best have a sit dow..."

The watchman never finished his sentence as he toppled backwards onto the floor, his heart having skipped a beat or two from the energetic ordeal. Rushing up and down stairs was more exercise than he often did in a week, and it had killed him.

((OOC: Run forest, run! Nobody will stop you leaving the watch house, very few officers will be around except for the desk clerk. Foirtes, in an effort to avoid his wife, was often the first person on duty.))

[Wolfy]

Frido jolted upright as the frying pan drew doughnuts in the dusty floor, and he grew increasingly panicky when the out of breath watchman returned; skidding along the halls, keys jangling wildly in his frantic hands.

His first thoughts were that this man was mad! Had Frido's words provoked this response? Did the guard have any weapons on him?! Did he look like the sodomising type...?

"Phew...I think I'd best have a sit dow..."

The halfling stopped dead, his gaze unwavering as the Corporal hit the deck. It took a moment but Frido plucked himself up off the floor and approached the body, albiet cautiously. He let his upper body drop parallel with the floor, his ear hovering an inch or so above the guards mouth, eager for any sign of life.

Not a breath, not a sound. 'Dead?!' Thought the pint sized wizard. Still horribly confused as to what had happened here, Frido panicked. He slammed the door of his cell shut, twisted the key with tremendous force and emptied the lock. His eyes twitched up and down the hallway, nobody was around and he wasn't going to hang around until someone presented themselves, getting blamed for the death of a watchman his second day in the city? Not if he could help it!

The halfling launched himself down the hallway from whence Foirtes had come, zipping past the drunkards cell and casting the keys inside, where they landed with a clatter; narrowly missing a colourful spray of widespread vomit.

As Frido made his escape Pete's looked up at the ring of metal holding the keys in place, the urge to let himself out was short lived, soon replaced by a far stronger urge to empty his stomach once more.

(( No teabagging, no shitting in his helmet, no abusing the other prisoners. A rushed post ))

[Brad the Inhaler]

OOC: 25xp

[Wolfy]

(( Take that demonic badger ))