Post by Juggers on Nov 7, 2006 18:14:04 GMT -5
The Juggernaut stomped his way through the bazaar that was at the same time very much as they appeared in movies and at the same time a million miles distant. Dozens of hawkers stood about with stalls, carts and sometimes just rugs spread upon the ground, calling to the passing pedestrians for business. The fact that some of them were quite blatantly loaded with firearms instead of pretty beads seemed somehow wrong.
It spoiled the middle-eastern Arabian nights feel.
But then this was the modern day, where despotic warlords ruled with an iron first, or more commonly, the barrel of a gun.
He still REALLY wanted someone to try to sell him a lizard-on-a-stick though. It would have made his day.
He'd have eaten it too.
Just so that he could say that he had.
The fact that he had been getting somewhat hostile stares from the truck-loads of armed men that periodically toured the streets in battered trucks bothered him not at all.
Sooner or later word would spread from the folks on the bus that the big white man with no hair was not to be trifled with.
At least that's what he hoped.
He was on holiday, he really, truly, couldn't be arsed with armed civilians.
"Hey mister!"
Cain looked down to see a rag-clad kid clutching a badly painted elephant in his hands.
"You buy little elephant?"
"Hummm," the Juggernaut said, running his chin with a meaty paw, "nah, but if you 'ave any lizards on sticks I'll 'ave one of them!"
The kid looked non-plussed for a second before grinning broadly to reveal a row of crooked teeth. Then he grabbed one of Cain's fingers and started tugging him toward to opposite side of the square. Or at least he tried to tug him, he made jerking motions and the Juggernaut sort of wandered along in curiosity.
The kid stopped in front of a toothless old man who stood behind a row of upturned crates that were currently serving very nicely as a stall. The man looked at the Juggernaut, then at the kid.
Then he babbled something at the kid that sounded ever so slightly panicked. The kid said something back and though the old coot lost none of the worry from his eyes his expression turned sly.
From one of his pots he pulled a scorched, heavily spiced object skewered neatly on the end of a stick and offered it to Cain.
Cain looked down at the kid who grinned encouragingly.
The Juggernaut grinned back, plucked the stick from the old man and tossed him a random assortment of coins that was probably more than triple the price that would have been asked,
"Score!" Cain announced jovially and bit into his snack.
It spoiled the middle-eastern Arabian nights feel.
But then this was the modern day, where despotic warlords ruled with an iron first, or more commonly, the barrel of a gun.
He still REALLY wanted someone to try to sell him a lizard-on-a-stick though. It would have made his day.
He'd have eaten it too.
Just so that he could say that he had.
The fact that he had been getting somewhat hostile stares from the truck-loads of armed men that periodically toured the streets in battered trucks bothered him not at all.
Sooner or later word would spread from the folks on the bus that the big white man with no hair was not to be trifled with.
At least that's what he hoped.
He was on holiday, he really, truly, couldn't be arsed with armed civilians.
"Hey mister!"
Cain looked down to see a rag-clad kid clutching a badly painted elephant in his hands.
"You buy little elephant?"
"Hummm," the Juggernaut said, running his chin with a meaty paw, "nah, but if you 'ave any lizards on sticks I'll 'ave one of them!"
The kid looked non-plussed for a second before grinning broadly to reveal a row of crooked teeth. Then he grabbed one of Cain's fingers and started tugging him toward to opposite side of the square. Or at least he tried to tug him, he made jerking motions and the Juggernaut sort of wandered along in curiosity.
The kid stopped in front of a toothless old man who stood behind a row of upturned crates that were currently serving very nicely as a stall. The man looked at the Juggernaut, then at the kid.
Then he babbled something at the kid that sounded ever so slightly panicked. The kid said something back and though the old coot lost none of the worry from his eyes his expression turned sly.
From one of his pots he pulled a scorched, heavily spiced object skewered neatly on the end of a stick and offered it to Cain.
Cain looked down at the kid who grinned encouragingly.
The Juggernaut grinned back, plucked the stick from the old man and tossed him a random assortment of coins that was probably more than triple the price that would have been asked,
"Score!" Cain announced jovially and bit into his snack.
