[It's a full few days after his return to life before Rosinante manages to find his way off the island he had initially landed on. They weren't seafarers, those farmers, but he's taken some shitty dinghies on some long ocean voyages before, he can do it again. Traversing the New World without the proper tools for the job is a little different from the North Blue, even in its stormiest weather, but the little boat he's made off with holds up long enough to get him across the rough waves and unpredictable weather to a new island - one with a larger town and hopefully better opportunities.
Currently makeup-free and wearing the slightly burned red sweatshirt with incomprehensible text he had picked up in that strange alien city, he walks the cobblestone streets with tired eyes and some serious nicotine withdrawals, looking for an opportunity to fix his miserable situation.
He manages to bum a cigarette off someone finally, then takes it in hand after a puff and turns to see who he's just noticed in his peripheral vision. Boy, he looks a sorry sight next to someone that elegant.]
Um, pardon me, but do you know which island this is?
[Meanwhile, the end of his cigarette has started to light the wooden fruit stand behind him on fire.]
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Date: 2019-02-13 05:31 am (UTC)Currently makeup-free and wearing the slightly burned red sweatshirt with incomprehensible text he had picked up in that strange alien city, he walks the cobblestone streets with tired eyes and some serious nicotine withdrawals, looking for an opportunity to fix his miserable situation.
He manages to bum a cigarette off someone finally, then takes it in hand after a puff and turns to see who he's just noticed in his peripheral vision. Boy, he looks a sorry sight next to someone that elegant.]
Um, pardon me, but do you know which island this is?
[Meanwhile, the end of his cigarette has started to light the wooden fruit stand behind him on fire.]