Push and Pull (Open)

The problem with being on a Quidditch team sometimes, it was the fact that you had to go where you were told to go, you were told what you had to do and who you had to be and how you had to do things. You did not get to be your own person, you had to be everything that everyone was paying to see, you were owned and there was nothing that you could do about it other then quit and then you would not have the job that you had worked at for a long time to have. That was the bucket that Fiachra was in at the moment, sitting alone for the moment as he looked at the window of the hotel room that he was in there n Germany. They were there for another game, and they were asked to stay in this hotel, it was nice and he had no issues being in that room. What he had an issue with was the things the fans were making fly up to his window and beat against the window like it was some sort of game, like he was to open the window and just take the things that were out there, but he did not want it as he got up and shut the curtains again. He could not take this, the feeling that he was nothing more then just a piece of meat to dangle in front of the women fans that they could dream about doing him. 

He turned back into the room as he went and got dressed, he was not going to spend the whole day hidden away in his stupid hotel room, he had only been to Germany one other time when he was young, and he did not remember how wonderful the city was, so he was going to go out and he was going to do something that he wanted to do and fuck what the leader wants from him, fuck the agents, the people and everyone else he wanted to be himself for once. He got dressed in normal clothing and then left his room as he went out the back door of the hotel, he knew that he could go out that way as not many knew of the door and no one could see him. He turned and went through the gate as he walked between a good bit of the buildings as he was heading to a more like a city center area. He was sure that he could find what he was looking for in that area of the city, there was so much here. 

Fiachra was not a mean man, he was not a bad man, but he was tired of doing things for everyone else, and sometimes he just wanted to do something for himself. He had walked for a while until he came to a calm little market that looked rather inviting. He could smell the spices and foods that were being sold, he could hear the clack of toys in a toy stall and the laughter of children as they were running down by the water and he laughed to himself softly. Yes, this is what he needed a place where he was not the best Quidditch player in the world, where he could just be a normal person and have some time that feels normal as well. He walked among the stalls as he looked at the things the people were selling. 

Fiachra was looking at the spices when he felt a ball roll into his leg and a little kid run up. "Here you go." He said as he smiled softly as he tossed the ball to the kid. The boy smiled as he nodded his head as he ran off and that made him sigh again. All he wanted was to quit playing, have a family, find someone that would want him for more then just the fact that he was a quidditch player and that he made a lot of money off of the things that he has done. He rubbed his nose as he turned back, and went to head down to another stall when he ran into someone. "Sorry about that." He said softly as he looked at the person that he had run into.