It had looked to be a promising day. The sky was clear, the birds were singing in the most stereotypical manor they could manage without going so far as to burst out in "zipidy do da…" Katherine, generally known as Kitty or Kat, was on her way to the bus stop with a large blue berry muffin in one hand, and her school bag in the other. She wondered somewhat eagerly what her new school would be like and what kinds of people she would meet, certain that what ever her new life would be like it had to better than her old life with her family out in the country. She took a bite out of her muffin and marched on with an air of determination. she reached her stop, and a few minutes later a large blue bus pulled up to the side walk, it's doors creaking open to reveal a very impatient looking driver. After fishing a bus pass out of her pocket, Kat hurried over to an empty seat and stared out the window at the new scenery.
After a few minutes the bus stopped in front of an old decrepit looking tavern. It was placed discreetly behind a large cheerful bookstore; it's old bricks painted over with dark green paint that was peeling in some places, and trimmed in burgundy. A big neon sign hung above the door read: "The Cask" The letters were yellow, and half of them would no longer light up. A man got on the bus and after paying the driver he stumbled down the aisle in search of a seat, muttering to himself all the while. As the man stood in the aisle Kat got a good look at him; He was tall and bony, with a short gray and brown beard, and unruly brown hair poking out under a gray beanie. Although it was a perfectly warm day he was wearing a large tan coat that reached his knees over a black zip up sweatshirt over a blue and green long sleeved flannel shirt. He was wearing faded blue jeans and large black boots that went about half way up his calf and. Stuck in the right boot, in plain sight was what looked to be a very large hunting knife. The man paused for a second as he looked for a place to sit, and Kat's heart sank into her stomach as his eyes landed on her.
He plopped down onto the seat next to her reeking of alcohol and numerous other unidentifiable things, muttering random obscenities under his breath. Kat vaguely wondered if he was talking to her, but he hadn't spared her even the slightest glance since he sat down. She sat inched as close to the window as she could manage as the ragged old man proceeded to go into a tirade involving a long string of colorful words and creative threats. It had looked to be a promising day, however looks could be deceiving.