Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-29559990-20160717135309

Jack Foley dragged his tired feet through the entrance to Pearl City. On his shoulder was his baseball bat, wrapped from the tip to the hilt in barbed wire. Sure, some of the wire dug into his shoulder, but it didn't cause enough pain to discomfort him.

The last time he was in this city, he was only 22 years old. He was to take over the family business next year, which wasn't anything more than a small restaraunt named Arizona's Rest. It was more of a stopping point for hungry sailors to chow down and rest up, but it made good profits.

And then all of that was taken from him when he was abducted and he instead inherited the place of a dead slave.

But, none of that mattered now. He was home, and would return to claim his business.

First, he had to know how to get there. It had been so long that the layout and roads of this city had slipped his mind.

He walked past some merchant's stand that advertised authentic pre-war collectibles, and he decided to ask the woman there for directions. "You..." He rasped with his gravelly voice, pointing his bat at the woman. "The docks... how do I get there."