04-01-2012, 01:01 AM
It had been a mistake, coming to the old worn out husk of a city. Inocencio knew that all too well, but also too late, and was currently in a bind that he had no idea how to get out of. Things had been going so well for him, having luck with women, and even finding some interesting little ceramic cups in a building during his little adventure. The sort of thing he might have been able to barter for some easy food, or maybe give to Fleta if he ran into her again. Things had taken a turn for the worse when he came across the scent of what he thought was dried meat, and followed it into a one story brick building.
With it's roof rotted, and with conspicuous holes, Inocencio should have known the place wasn't very safe, but went in to investigate anyways. The floorboards had seemed safe enough, and eased his initial wariness. Then came the excitement of finding a small treasure just laying out in the open for someone to take, a few pieces of dried jerky, and a few other trinkets that the greedy male wanted. All laid out on a large dingy rug, and assuming he was just lucky enough to find some one's stash, had recklessly approached to collect it all.
The next thing he knew, he had stepped in a hole that the rug disguised, and fell downward into the building's basement. He had landed as well as he could hope, but had sprained an ankle on landing, which made standing very hard, and jumping to try pulling himself out impossible. The staircase that would have led him out, was blocked by a sturdy oak door, which seemed to be locked, or rusted shut. To add insult to injury, the ceramic cups he had been carrying shattered on the impact, leaving him with nothing if he managed to escape.
Two days of being trapped however, had left him thinking that whoever had set the insidious trap was probably not going to come check it. The bits of dried meat that had served as bait were long gone, and Incencio lay curled up beneath the hole, hunger weakening him, while thirst made him even more miserable. Only a lucky bit of icy rain trickling through the roof a day ago had kept the thirst partly at bay.
With it's roof rotted, and with conspicuous holes, Inocencio should have known the place wasn't very safe, but went in to investigate anyways. The floorboards had seemed safe enough, and eased his initial wariness. Then came the excitement of finding a small treasure just laying out in the open for someone to take, a few pieces of dried jerky, and a few other trinkets that the greedy male wanted. All laid out on a large dingy rug, and assuming he was just lucky enough to find some one's stash, had recklessly approached to collect it all.
The next thing he knew, he had stepped in a hole that the rug disguised, and fell downward into the building's basement. He had landed as well as he could hope, but had sprained an ankle on landing, which made standing very hard, and jumping to try pulling himself out impossible. The staircase that would have led him out, was blocked by a sturdy oak door, which seemed to be locked, or rusted shut. To add insult to injury, the ceramic cups he had been carrying shattered on the impact, leaving him with nothing if he managed to escape.
Two days of being trapped however, had left him thinking that whoever had set the insidious trap was probably not going to come check it. The bits of dried meat that had served as bait were long gone, and Incencio lay curled up beneath the hole, hunger weakening him, while thirst made him even more miserable. Only a lucky bit of icy rain trickling through the roof a day ago had kept the thirst partly at bay.