DeansCherryPie
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- Posted: Wed, 08 Feb 2012 18:02:24 +0000
~/Bartholomew/~
Del Rosa
Del Rosa
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Carefully pressing against the side of the house, Bartholomew had paused to listen. At first he didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, then shouting. No it was more like raving, frowning, Bartholomew listened a little more closely. Over hearing one of the guards mentioning the name Alistar, the thief's lip twitched. Perhaps a little bit of his old self poked through enough to give him an overly uneasy feeling. While this could prove to be a decent distraction, only moments later, he spotted a guard. Tensing but then quickly moving closer to the shadows, the thief accidentally bumped into a second. Without even thinking and with a swift and agile motion, he had an arm around the man's neck and a hand over his mouth to keep him from shouting out. Naturally, this did not go over too well with the captured party. Thrashing about, Bartholomew had to hold on for dear life to keep from being thrown. This was causing too much commotion, and with the added momentum of the thrashing, he threw his weight into a swift pulling action, breaking the man's neck. The two dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, not wanting to stick around Bartholomew took off towards the back of the house where he found a smaller window that lead down into the basement. With a quick look around and the sound of hurried footsteps drawing closer, Bartholomew dove down and slipped through the window.
An agitated groan escaped him, it was dark, cold, and he was almost certain that he was standing in something freezing and wet. He could only guess as to what it was, but rather than stick around and ponder it, he started feeling around for an exit. Working in the dark was nothing new, but he'd never been in this room so anything he knew about working in the dark didn't really work here. Or at least it didn't for a little while, he'd walked and tripped over something that felt an awful lot like stairs. They were stone so he was able to haphazardly climb them until shaky fingers grazed over a wooden door. At first, Bartholomew only gave it a light push, but it felt like there was something heavy in front of it. Growling, he pushed a little harder, still nothing. Taking a half step back and growing more aggravated, Bartholomew threw caution to the wind and threw his whole weight into the door. It had been enough to jostle whatever was in front of the door. Grinning, he did this again and again until the door and the old wooden shelf in front of it toppled forward. Not expecting it to do that exactly, Bartholomew had toppled with them and landed rather haphazardly on the floor.
Groaning and coughing from the dust, he was met with the kitchen. Figures, but the noise he made would not go unnoticed. Scoffing, he glanced around, gaze falling on a pile of old rusty pots and pans. A deviant smirk split across his face when an old frying pan caught his attention. Not exactly subtle, but it would due. Carefully unburying it, Bartholomew swiftly moved towards the kitchen door and out into the short hallway. Only a few doors away, he saw a faint glow. Sticking to the shadows, he could only guess that Ao was there. Just being that close, just knowing that he was only a few steps away, and once more...that damned second in command was there. Hands twitching slightly before clenching into fists, Bartholomew was finding his chosen path a bit more treacherous than originally thought. With all that commotion outside, tension was no doubt high which meant that the man would not be caught off guard, and Noach wasn't one to be caught off guard easily in the first place. He wouldn't let this go though, he couldn't let it go. Eyes narrowing, Bartholomew gripped the handle of the pan and made his move.
Not making a sound, the thief dashed forward and swung the makeshift weapon right at Noach's head.
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Location: Outside Ao's office
With: Noach
Mood: Paranoid, angry, betrayed, vengeful, nervous
Health: Nauseous and having difficulty breathing
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