Who: Link and Ganon and some NPC thugs Where: A parking lot somewhere in Anaheim. When: 2/16/2015 What: Link gets a little roughed up, Ganon helps. Much to his chagrin. Rating: PG-13 for mild violence and mugging. Status: Ongoing | Closed
Link huffed his backpack onto his shoulder, left hand stuffed into inner pocket of his dark green hoodie. The hood was laid back on his shoulder, shoes scraping along the cement of the sidewalk as he moved towards his home. The bus stop wasn't very close, but usually the pathway was incredibly lit up, if not a bit longer to make his way home. It wasn't too bad of a neighborhood usually either; however, today, Link had decided to make the brilliant decision on taking a short cut. He knew it'd be faster, but it was also not as well-lit as the usual path.
Turning through dark alleyways, Link kept his head lowered and ignored the people moving about near trash cans, or making their way along the alleyway with their carts. Instead he turned down another crossing alleyway, and came across a dimly lit parking lot. The dark lot pushed up near an older office complex, with a van parked in the distance, off in the corner; to the other side, almost directly along the path Link would have to take, there were a group of young men and women, standing around with another, chatting, laughing, shouting in some fashion or another. Link frowned at the sight, and let out a breath, grabbing his hood and pulling it over his head and just pushed on through the parking lot. He heard them shouting, but paid them no mind as he moved, trying to keep his mind and focus squarely on getting through the parking lot.
At one point, he heard one of the boys shout at him, but gave no attention to him. Instead, Link chose to keep moving forward when he heard another shout. It was closer, and Link could hear them moving towards him. Sighing he closed his eyes a moment, and then felt one of them grab his pack and tug him around. Another catching onto his chest and shoving him backwards, until Link hit the ground with his bag hitting next to him. Wincing, he looked up at the others, jumping to his feet.
"I don't want any trouble," Link stated, looking between them all, "But I really don't have any money."
One of the boys laughed, giving Link a once over, then looked to his friends and shrugged, "Well that's a problem, see, because we need something out of this transaction. So either you give us some money, or we need to beat on you. It's a toll bridge."
Link frowned, and hated himself even before he spoke up, "It's not a bridge."
One of the other kids reached to snatch at Link's bag, but Link kicked it up into his hand with his foot and threw it over his shoulder, backing away, not noticing the kids behind him. When they shoved him back into the middle of the group, he found himself glowering a bit at each of the kids. His hands clenching into fists. Link was hardly a scared child, he had a remarkable sense of courage; he also was outnumbered though, and while he could fight he was hardly equipped. He was just a kid, out numbered, and likely out gunned.
The kid marched into Link's path, "Give me some money, or take your beating tough guy."
Link looked back into the other kid's eyes, and turned up a brow, "No way out of this one I guess..."
And with that, Link brought his foot up and kicked the other kid in the chest, before dropping his bag into his hand and whipped it around to slam it into another's face. He then tried to make a run for it, before feeling something catch his feet, and Link went tumbling into the pavement. Wincing as he slid across it, feeling the burn of rubber and pavement on his cheek. He tried to stand quickly, but a harsh kick to his stomach brought Link onto his back and a rush of air left his lungs, leaving Link with an inability to breathe, trying to catch his breath when another kid dropped on him and began to punch at him. A few strikes to the head, and Link was already feeling a bit woozy, but still he threw himself forward and pushed that kid off and rolled to his feet, stumbling a bit and throwing a few kicks or punches where he could. Connecting a few, but the kids were coming at him rather furiously, and he felt blood already beginning to warm his lips and cheek, the familiar metallic taste filling his mouth. Oh, this wasn't going to be good.