@wishing-for-a-sail
While trying to lock up shop late that night, RJ was approached by a group of guys who were unapproving of a male wearing flashy Christmas-styled acrylics; before he even knew what happened, RJ had been thrown to the ground, kicked, and punched repeatedly until he was able fight back long enough to break away. He ran for almost a mile until he was finally convinced the men had lost him. With his adrenaline finally coming down, he had stumbled his way into the park and fell on the grass, barely enough energy to prop himself up against a nearby tree.
Now in the partially-lit park near he and Calliope’s apartment, he was finally safe, but he was also severely injured and was unwillingly slipping in and out of consciousness. “H... help...” he was able to say quietly, wincing as his whole body ached.
