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Mattias stared open-eyed at her, his mouth slightly agape before he shook his head and regained his composure. Kill me? he gulped and then strained to speak, "A job? Well on a ship with only resources contained on it, there's really only a couple things you can do...although, I would suggest something, Miss. Whatever you do, if it's after dark, be very careful. The city's employed a new watch at night...and they're not like your ordinary guards. But if I told you anymore," he grinned mischieviously, "then it wouldn't be as much fun."

Markus was stirring in his bed again, he smelled the sweet fragrance that came with the rain. His eyes refused to open, because he knew what was already coming. A storm was approaching, maybe he wouldn't be committed to his watch tonight and he could sleep some more. He wrinkled his nose, a hint of a nightmare he had been having before grunting and then falling back asleep, waiting patiently for nightfall.

[With a post that big? Are you on crack eek Notice: I'm still here, I just have to wait for BerryChan to get back tomorrow first.]

(Hehe, crack? Psh, that's not classy. I prefer ecstacy XD Writer's block because I really couldn't think of anything interesting to write, so that sorta spewed out : P)

Turning to Ezekiel, Delaney couldn't help but to feel pity. His clothes were rather torn -- even her own weren't so bad. Sighing, she pulled a coin out of a shallow pocket and placed it, loudly, down on the bar. Why am I so nice? she thought to herself. She was a person to always look out for others before herself.

Standing abruptly, she nodded to the tattered-clothed man and put her hands on and hips. "Well, looking like that isn't even fashionable in this part of town," she said with a quick nod and a matter-of-fact tone. Motioning for him to follow, she bounced out of the small establishment into the street.

Well, almost to the street. She stopped before bounding down the stairs, just outside the door. A cold blast of wind shocked her senses, a drastic change from the hot sunny weather at noon. She wasn't wearing the right clothes for rain or colder weather. A shiver ran through her body, causing her to chatter her teeth. Rubbing her arms briskly, she walked down the stairs to the street quickly before calling back to her new companion, "Might want to hurry, before the rain starts."

Ashe looked up from the book and cocked an eyebrow. "Fine," she sighed and closed the book. "The name's Ashe, been on the streets for as long as I can remember. The meat is for the dogs downstairs. I didn't want them to get wet." She pulled out another strip and handed it to the boy. "I've got more so don't worry." She studied the boy and asked, "What about you?"

((If I get going, I can do a pretty solid block of words. Right now... not so much ;D Besides, it was an opening post. It had to have some sort of content. This should be OOC thread, though :/ ...))

The fine hairs running down Sellenas's neck stood on end as a brisk gust of wind brushed past her. She looked up from the dock workers and towards the horizon, grimacing at the promise of rain. Murky gray clouds were blowing in quickly, heavy and thick. Below them was the sea, which had morphed from a calm royal blue to a churning navy. The dock workers had hastened to complete the task. Although the boats were all in a safe harbor, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be a freak wave. Besides, they probably hated rain as much as Sellenas.

No, that would actually be pretty damn near impossible. She hated water in general, especially the sea. Rain was like the gods' way of picking up the ocean and dumping it on her, giving her no say in the matter. She shoved off the tree, hugging her waist and hunching her shoulders as the first tiid drops fell fat and clumsy upon the tip of her nose.

Tonight's heist would be complicated. Rain always did that. Because, as any experienced thief knew, rain made mud. Mud got on boots. Boots walked on floors. Mud was left on floors in the shape of boots. Boots were traced. Dumb thieves got caught. She had learned the easy way, by watching someone else make the mistake. Now, whenever it rained, she would always complete her outings barefoot. That, or cancel it altogether and hide in her hotel room under the covers, sleeping the disgusting weather away.

Cancellation was impossible. Not tonight, anyways. She had been observing her target for a month now, learning his habits. He had been a tough nut to crack, since his schedule seemed to have no regularity. Sellenas had been forced to shadow him to get solid information, and tonight was the only night that him, his wife, and his seven daughters would all be out of the house for the next three months. Proper family, they were, that believed there should always be a welcoming and gracious hostess at home. Apparently, one of their relatives had died and tnoight was the funeral, rain or shine.

The beauty of this family was the fact that they kept all their windows unlocked. They probably figured that since they weren't at ground level, they'd be safe enough. But Sellenas had purchased a useful invention called 'the Ladder' that allowed her access heights never reached before. The property was isolated, only the front of the house plainly visible from the outskirts of town. The back was hidden by a vast lake and draping willow branches. Security included the four family dogs, the grounds crew, the maids, and the butlers. The dogs were small, but yappy. They were her biggest concern. The grounds crew holed up in their shack during the night time, and weren't apt to come out unless provoked. The maids and butlers were constantly circulating the halls, but they could be easily avoided. Her sensitive ears could pick up on their clumsy footfalls well ahead of time.

The prize was an oil painting, Garrison's War, depicting a great man (General Garrison, undoubtedly) upon a valiant white steed. The horse had a spear through its shoulder and was in the process of toppling away from the attacker, a barbaric looking man with wild eyes who was pinned on the ground in front of the horse. From what she had gathered, the painting was other three hundred years old. Her fence had guaranteed her enough money to be comfortable for the next couple months.

Bee-lining for the cruddy place she was staying at, Sellenas gazed upwards at the cloud. They'd grown considerablly darker. Several dropps nailed her in the eye and cheeks and she quickly cast her gaze ground-wards. "I hate getting wet," she muttered to herself.

(I just think a lot of ppl are getting ready for school to start up again.

I will not be able to post for 3 days starting tomarrow)

((No, not dead yet, I'm just retarded and completely missed Shallow's post for me to reply to. More than once. *face palm*))

Shaking her head to decline the offer of the jacket, Delaney smiled thankfully at Ezekiel. "I'm fine," she affirmed quietly. "Just the sudden change of weather. Unnatural." Looking up at the sky, she could see the clouds rolling overhead. The once hot summer blue sky now dissipated into a cool gray omen. Thinking back earlier in the day caused her to shiver again, so she wrapped her arms tightly around her.

"So," she started as they walked down the street together. "Where're you from?" After she said it, she realized it might have been a little too intrusive, and blushed slightly.