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 Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:36 pm
A T F I R S T S I G H T
STARRING
the Wonderful Lulu Rogers and the Peculiar Moby Dicks
SET IN THE LAND OF IMISUS
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 8:11 pm
Money. He needed money. From his toe-killing trip in the Northern Lands of Snow and Generally cold things, to where ever this place was, he had to hitchhike several times, at least pickpocket a dozen people, and commit various other crimes, in order to survive. Why was he always so poor? Why was it that money seemed to elude him whenever he got a hold of some?
Thankfully, the climate isn't too cold anymore, no worries of his toes falling off, considering how he hadn't managed to snag a pair of shoes in Shyregoed until he found a pair conveniently left outside someone's door and by that time, his toes looked a terribly grayish color. It was a good thing he was used to these kinds of things. And by that, he meant, terrible traveling conditions. He was always moving around, whether by choice or by force, he was always going somewhere. Couldn't stay in one place too long or the locals would have him hanged, or throw him in a pit of plagued people to leave him to die.
He refused to die. No now, not then, not in a very long time. He intended to live as long as possible.
The streets are bustling with people. People of all sorts, street urchins, beggars, prestigious folk in their fancy attire and outfits of beautifully woven fabrics. He didn't look too out of place, thankfully, even with his dirty feet, his ragged clothing and his stringy hair. This is good, he could blend in, in a place like this.
Obviously, it was the shopping district, people would have money on them. A perfect habitat for a pickpocket like himself. Situating himself in an alley he waited for an opportunity. The perfect moment when he could casually pretend to bump into them, catch them off guard, and meanwhile, his hands would make the best of their wallets and before the victim would know it, he would be walking away with money in his hands to feed himself.
He was so god awfully hungry.
There! He saw a woman walk past, busy carrying things she had bought, with her bag vulnerable and he took the chance. Roughly bumping into the woman's shoulder from behind, he hurriedly grabbed her bag from her hands and continued to walk away.
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