tiger_tigerknee (tiger_tigerknee) wrote in outoftimerp, @ 2012-08-08 11:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | *active, *open, .location: awenasa apartments, .location: town square, nunnally vi britannia, roy miller, sagat |
Enter: The One-Eyed Giant
Characters: Sagat, Open
Rating: G
Trigger Warnings: None
Location: The Well in the Village Square
Day and Time: June 24th, 8am.
Status: Open
There he was, just standing in front of the pump well, a veritable giant of a man. Just shy of seven and a half feet tall, the burly Thai stood out in a place like this just as badly as he did any other place. Sagat was a stern looking man with a bald, bullet-like head and a craggy face worn with scars and time and long healed injuries. Over three hundred pounds of corded muscle and long imposing limbs, the foreigner stood there with his bare arms folded in front of him, fingers tugging at the tight wraps around his forearms and hands. Fighter's wraps. He wore no shirt, but rather only a pair of Muay Thai boxing trunks, a glossy dark blue with a yellow stripe up the side, TIGER emblazoned in yellow on the waist band. Sagat's shirtlessness left the massive scar that cut a diagonal swatch across his torso, right shoulder to left hip, on display. It was a brutal furrow that cut like a trench into his otherwise impressive upper body.
The man stared at the pump well with his one good, white eye, as if somehow it were the pivotal apex of his entire conundrum. Sagat gazed down upon that handle and spout with the full stern severity of a battle-hardened Muay Thai kickboxer. A man who had taken lives and suffered broken bones and battered flesh. There was no fear visible in him. Just a derisive sneer that bespoke of acute displeasure.
Things where not as they should be. What was this place? Was he alone here? Or had others too awoken in a bed they barely fit in a cabin in a strange if tranquil valley far away from mother Thailand and their training dojo?
He stared at the well as if he could demand from it answers, senses open, spirit questioning.