Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-17114085-20160717020529

Pearl City, it's been a long time. Keiki thought as he walked into the settlement. Last time he had been there was before his father was hung for his multiple thefts. I wonder if anyone even remembers me. I hope not. On his left breast was his Haiku Marines patch, stitched into his coat. He wore it with pride.

Keiki was on a job, he was hired to rough up and scare a merchant's competition. A common job, nothing too flashy. Though because it was in Pearl City it posed a complication, he couldn't let the guards see what he was going to do.

Pops had tried to give the job to someone else, given its location, but Keiki didn't let him. He assure the old Nightmarcher that he could handle returning to his childhood home. He wasn't lying, though as he walked the streets he had seen countless times in his youth he got memories from back then. Memories of the hard life him and his family had in the city.

They were poor, dirt poor. There were days when they didn't eat. His father could never land a job so he had to turn to thievery to provide for them. His mother was always too sickly to try to help with earning caps. Keiki's mother was always getting sick, which made his father have to spend most of their money on medical supplies in order to keep her alive. When he was gone, Keiki took that role. He tried to get the caps to feed them and take care of his mother, but providing for a sick mother was hard work for a teenager. He didn't turn to thievery like his father because he didn't want to end up dead as well, he tried to make an honest living. It wasn't enough and his mother ended up dying because of it. Keiki doesn't regret it though. There was nothing else he could have done. It was just his mother's time.

He walked by, trying to blend into the crowds as just another traveller while he made his way to the shops, to his target.