street rats

Another morning, another day of monotony, at least for Ivy. The poor beggar girl that washed upon The Shallows from a far away island. For several of years now, she had suffered in extreme poverty. Having nothing but the tattered rags she took from a washing line, she had adapted to living in...

"Son of a-" The tall young man stuck his thumb into his mouth. A sharp inhaled followed as he waved his hand erratically in the air. A very upset look on his face. Eyes filled with ire towards the source of his pain. ANOTHER random piece of wood had fallen from the ceiling onto his hand...