Who: Prasad and OPEN When: Tuesday, June 4th, around 5PM Where: Roseau streets What: Prasad is heading back to the ship for a 6PM departure and isn't watching where he's going. Warning: Language
Every chance they got to get off the Mare Crisium was a chance Prasad took. He liked the ship a lot, enjoyed running barefoot on the decks and having almost anything he could want at his fingertips for free, but he'd found he also liked seeing new sights just as much. The ship was small and he knew it like the back of his hand already from so much wandering around onboard. The port cities were like vacations within the vacation; places he'd more than likely never be able to see again.
He was heading up a narrow sidewalk in Roseau after a long day of sun. He'd spent a lot of time at Champagne beach, fascinated by the bubbles, and had taken a look around some sights that had been in the Pirates of the Caribbean movie, because that was cool. The rest of the time he'd wandered around the city streets, taking pictures with one of the disposable cameras he'd brought with him. Then, when he'd gotten hungry, he'd checked out some of the local food, deciding upon something called a bake, which was bread filled with cheese. Delicious.
Prasad was still working his way through his greasy bag full of bakes as he made his way back to the cruise ship before it left without him. He was busy looking at the architecture around him, the sky, the people, and anything else in his path ... except the road, which he crossed without a second thought. As he stepped off the sidewalk and into oncoming traffic, he bit into a fresh biscuit that wasn't filled with cheese this time, but fish, and made a face.
"Gross," he said, but the word was completely suppressed by the blare of a car horn very close. Startled, Prasad paused mid-step and looked toward the disturbance just as the beeping car skidded to a stop about a foot away from his body. The person in the driver's seat appeared beyond pissed as they rolled down their window and began to shout at him. Not having it, he continued the rest of the way across the street. When the guy began to drive away, Prasad turned and chucked the fish-filled bake at the back windshield of the car, smirking when it hit its target.
"Asshole," he muttered, turning back toward the direction of the ship.