Of Nachos and Road Rash- Angel & Rasmus
The streets were always bustling this time of day in Battery City. Life, no matter how bad the state of anything seemed to be, life in this city still flourished. Places were bustling and companies thriving, some even legally. Angel was not too sure as to how exactly that could be possibly, but then again as long as no one questioned him, he had resolved to not question them. Perhaps that was why it was so easy to drop the thought as he wandered into what was the busiest portion of the city this time of day simply due to the fact it was mainly hot meals and quick food sold in the wide open space.
At some point or another this area had been a parking lot, but now it was caged off by chain link fence. Different shipping containers lined the walls, all of which had large tubes attached to the top to be able to vent out the smoke that would inevitably get trapped inside if it was not vented properly. Some of the more successful ones even had small units attached that would both keep them warm in the winter months, and cool in the summer. The air was filled with all sorts of smells that made Angel’s stomach turn and plead for food, whether or not he had just eaten. There was even a small amount of shade from some different sun shades that various people had made and tied up. Giant spools and picnic tables were scattered around that people were eating or just sitting around at. There were games, some wooden climbable toys, and even a sandbox built in one corner as a park for some of the smaller children. There was even a band nearby, playing completely carefree. Angel was sure that was because they had actually went through the trouble of obtaining a permit to do so. A dollar for peace of mind, but Angel was enjoying it so what the hell.
The lively feeling and genuinely nice atmosphere was almost infectious whenever anyone entered. Just a happy, open, social setting. No one was even ducking the drones that flew past overhead, and the drones hardly stopped to monitor the crowd of hungry pedestrians.
Perhaps that was what put Angel at such ease here, as he sat back and just observed. There was something calming about simply people watching. He had recently downed some nachos and had been content to sit there sipping on his water. When the band finally finishes it’s session to move onto a new song, however, he decides it may be time for him to move back to the house. He needed to have a few more orders made by sundown, and he was sure he needed to cook down some gel for some of those pills.
It was those types of thoughts crossing his mind as he finally came walking out of the large exit of the fencing. About that time he doesn't notice the man or the bike careening toward him, but he does notice when he ends out on his back on the concrete. He could nearly retaste those nachos too. Damnit.
"Ow, fuck," he mumbles as he rubs the back of his head. He is pulling himself back to a sitting position though, squinting one eye to try and see just what or who it was that had hit him.
