Pain, of the throbbing variety, emanating from his skull. This is what the young man awoke to, his face down into the bitter tasting dirt. He slowly raised his head, and felt the soft blades of grass move with his head. However, it took too much effort to raise his head, at least for now. All he managed to do was get a hand underneath his his forehead. Spitting out the bitter taste of dirt, Alexei Lebedev cursed under his breath. Pressing his palms into the soft ground, the crumpled figure of a man started to try and raise himself.
There was a single cut on his forehead, which had dried and sealed over time. He had a swollen black eye and many countless bruises hidden by this thick chestnut hair, as his cynicism had gotten him into trouble with some teenaged punks. They had asked for his wallet, and he had a few choice words about their mothers. They didn't appreciate it very much, and apparently didn't care at all about the fact that Alexei could not see at all. Something which was obvious when he had been mugged, he had his cane and glasses on at the time. However, now, he had nothing except bruises and scrapes. Raising himself to a standing position, he came to this realization.
He had no idea where he was, and that thought frightened him. He was not an easy man to frighten, but he was left helpless right now. He took a shaky step in a direction he could've only guessed as forwards. He followed that shaky step up with one more, this time, his foot hit something that wasn't soft grass, and his foot slipped forwards. And all of his momentum swung backwards, his entire body flipping up in the air and landing hard on his back. He heard something bouncing away as he realized he had stepped on a football. He was left in the middle of some sort of sports field, how he got there he had no clue. He had blacked out after about the third kick to his head. Lying flat out, on his back, with no clue where he was and none of his usual tools to help get him anywhere... he let out a single groan and one more loud curse.
There was a single cut on his forehead, which had dried and sealed over time. He had a swollen black eye and many countless bruises hidden by this thick chestnut hair, as his cynicism had gotten him into trouble with some teenaged punks. They had asked for his wallet, and he had a few choice words about their mothers. They didn't appreciate it very much, and apparently didn't care at all about the fact that Alexei could not see at all. Something which was obvious when he had been mugged, he had his cane and glasses on at the time. However, now, he had nothing except bruises and scrapes. Raising himself to a standing position, he came to this realization.
He had no idea where he was, and that thought frightened him. He was not an easy man to frighten, but he was left helpless right now. He took a shaky step in a direction he could've only guessed as forwards. He followed that shaky step up with one more, this time, his foot hit something that wasn't soft grass, and his foot slipped forwards. And all of his momentum swung backwards, his entire body flipping up in the air and landing hard on his back. He heard something bouncing away as he realized he had stepped on a football. He was left in the middle of some sort of sports field, how he got there he had no clue. He had blacked out after about the third kick to his head. Lying flat out, on his back, with no clue where he was and none of his usual tools to help get him anywhere... he let out a single groan and one more loud curse.