His vision was blurry, not from the blow that had laid him out. No, the reason for why he was finding it hard to see was quite simple. He was in water, a lot of water by the feel of it, chained to concrete blocks. Well that was just unimaginative, and very much an insult to his own love for unique experiences. Something this was not, though this time it would seem something thought to ensure the chains were properly secured. A shame as he rather not have to sit down here till his chains rusted away, or the concrete by worn away. And considering the water was pushing at him rather insistently that might happen first, so a river, well that meant the Hudson. Truly not an ounce of imagination, which was certainly going to irritate him to no end.
Well, that was just luck, or a lack of it. Oswel E Solan, one could say he was lucky to enjoy such a long life. He’d like to counter with the fact he was going to be spending a very long time pumping the Hudson out of his lungs when he did finally get out of here. And from previous experience, after the first week it was just annoying having skin fall off only to regrow. At least the last time the water was much warmer, and he had pretty fish to look at. Not the murky, cold, boring Hudson, he was in for a very bad time of it this time around. Deciding it was best to put his mind of it, he began to think back to how all this started playing the role of story teller to himself would at least waste some time.
This time around Oswel’s journey to getting a rather unwelcome bath was at least memorable. He had come to New York for pleasure, for the man who could never die ought to fit right in with the city that never slept. So he drank, he shot up, snorted, smoked, did things that would make an aged hooker blush and had worse done to him. He had woken up with a blazing headache, face down in the contents of what he hoped was his own stomach. He wasn’t even sure the room he found himself in was the one he was paying for, they all looked sort of the same while you were somehow alive and dead at the same time.
That was when a pair of gorillas in suits turned up, they dragged him through the hotel. Apparently they wanted him to understand what it felt like to be their knuckles, a bit of wit that went over their heads. Throwing him into the boot of their car, and made sure to drive across every bump they could find in New York. All so they could pull him out on a bridge, it was dark out, he’d really partied hard and missed the day. Dragging him along to meet their boss, who for some reason was going full mobster stereotype. Very cliche, and he’d already done it before. But the one thing he didn’t know was simply, what did he do this time?
In an expletive riddled rant, the boss spoke of how he besmirched the honour of his family. Some of the words he called him were certainly not nice, he couldn’t deny some did describe himself. He certainly had no idea who his father was, he’d be hard pressed to even remember what his mother looked like but he was sure they’d never had relations. Something this fellow didn’t seem to get as he constantly called him one that had a lot of relations with their mother, so he’d rolled his eyes and bit the bullet. As he rather not spend the entire night not knowing what reason he was here for, while correcting them on their description of his person.
He didn’t seem to want to speak about it at first, then blurted Oswel had relations with one of his family. At least the party had went well, very well apparently as it was the fellow’s son. Oswel batted for many sides by this point, so didn’t shock him, though suggested he had drank a bit more than was good for him. Either that or the son looked nothing like the father, hopefully was the case as going with a below five was just depressing to think about. He was then shot, well that was just irksome, and they found it rather shocking that he didn’t drop right away. So again and again they shot him, till finally the idea came to shoot him in the head. Which was lights out, or at least a long enough nap for them to chain him up and drop him off the bridge. So that was how he ended up in the Hudson, maybe they’ll drop a few more fellows in while he waited for his freedom. Give him something interesting to look at, as right now it was going to be a very dull wait.