Who Isn't A Thief These Days

by **Yung Light** on January 29th, 2014, 2:38 am

10th of Winter 513 AV
11th Bell
Unknown Location
(Subject to change.)
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"Perfect." Light said to himself as he watched the hustle and bustle of a crowd in the street, as they bumped into each other, all in a rush for nothing. That's how it seemed in this city every day to him, it seemed that everyone rushed for nothing. As if they were on their way for something, as if they would be late for something, but in the end it was always nothing. People were up to no good, people were lying, cheating, stealing, murdering, beating... You name it. But it was never anything different, and it never would be anything different. He soon found himself walking towards the gigantic flow of a crowd, preparing himself for the bumps and stench of other people.

He quickly entered the crowd, suffering countless carefree shoves, as he began walking aimlesslessly trying to blend in. Instantly a man caught his attention, although he had trouble keeping up with him. A big man, dark skinned and very sluggish looking, probably had a bad day so far... That was only gonna get worse. Light stared at the pouch connected to his waist by some type of durable string, whatever it was could be snapped from the looks of it, although it would require some force. He forced out all emotion, eliminating the urge to smile at his cleverness, as he walked and stalked the man.

He knew exactly how quick one could be lost in a crowd, and because of that, he chose to make the exact same movement of this man. He became his shadow, sliding in and out of his draft, following everything he did. The crowd got deeper, and more dense until finally it seemed crowded enough, and Light took his chances. He scooted as close as possible to the man, and placed his left hand on the pouch, it felt heavy enough to have about a five day's worth of rent in it, so he initiated his brilliant plan. Waiting for the next man to bump him, he heavily exaggerated and jumped away, falling on the floor, laying on the removed money pouch.

He got up mumbling a few curse words, trying to play it off as he shoved the money into his breeches, patting the dirt off of his body. He began walking in the opposite direction of the man, hearing a sudden realization behind him.

"Hey! What the! No!"

He kept walking, until he heard the man behind him following him, seriously. He didn't turn around, because rule one of his rules... Was to never turn around. Turning around made you admit defeat, or look suspicious, and he was about to do neither.

"Hey kid... Yeah, you. I know you here me! Stop for a moment."

Light kept walking till he turned the corner, passing a high wooden fence, after that he turned into full sprint. Hoping to gain a little leverage, he made it about twenty feet ahead till he looked back to see the man keeping up right behind him.

Never. Look. Back.

He looked forward, sprinting even faster, as he saw a gate approaching. He instantly began to analyze, height and necessary energy, preparing his legs for the workout. A few feet before he lept up, clutching the fence from habit, and slinging his body over after climbing up. He didn't have a perfect landing, also a habit, as he rolled on the ground. Kicking up dust, he stood up and sprinted again, patting the ground with excited feet. He turned once more and the man was even closer, how... How could anyone...

Be that damn fast?

He moved as fast as he could, for it seemed he was in a makeshift backyard, and he had to get out. Once more, a fence was approaching, tall and wooded just like before. He did the same, although a little bit more lazier and sluggish this time, he attempted to climb the fence. "Agh!" He felt the man's cold grip on his ankle, which was far from pleasant, it nearly scared him half to death. He pushed forward, kicking a bit, till he slipped loose and fell on the other side. Hurting and landing on his right arm, he waited till the man hopped the fence and stood over him.

He noticed the pouch was a little ripped, and tiredly tossed it, scattering the small amount of money on the floor. The small population in the area soon rushed, well the population of beggars and homeless did at least. The man ran to his money, picking it up and punching those in his way. Light wiggled and stood up, crouching quickly to pick up a golden Miza that rolled to his feet, and began jogging off. He didn't have much speed, but he was making progress, for he didn't want to be there when the man was done getting his money back.

It didn't used to be this hard...

by **Yung Light** on January 29th, 2014, 3:44 pm

"If black would've saw that." He shivered a bit, thinking about all the laughter that would emanate from his mentor, how awful the situation would truly be. "Thank the gods." Light had collapsed a bit, admitting defeat to the pain in his arm, as he he sat down and rested his back against another wooden fence. It was normally easier at night time, the time he preferred to go make money, or at least a little darker. But he couldn't always hope to steal at night, that wouldn't really make him a thief... Not that he wanted to be a thief or even considered one, but it was just the whole principles of things here.

He used his 'good arm', which was his left at the moment, to bring the golden miza up to his face. The gold that was supposed to be shining was dull, it was still metallic looking, just not as shiny as he had hoped. He looked at it for a moment, as if hoping to see something he normally wouldn't, then chuckled to himself for a bit. Standing up and shoving the coin back in his pocket, he patted himself off once more, walking back into the mainstream flow of the population. He had his arms folded and crossed, thinking of a quick way to get money, although it would require a bit more energy and finesse next time.

"Perhaps.... Nah! That wouldn't work, how 'bout... Nah!" He smiled to himself as he overheard one of the most beautiful phrases ever, "I'll be back." He turned the corner to see a man coming out of his house, waving to his neighbors as he locked the door to his house, a smile on his face. He didn't know the danger of his house, and it was just as Light expected, nobody else in the house. Light soon found himself taking one more trip around, scoping out the area to see if anybody was watching, after all somebody would probably notice him jumping the fence.

"Hah!" He leapt up, clutching the top of the wooden fence tightly, holding his bare body weight with his arms. He soon began to pull himself up, feeling the burning sensation in his semi-weak arms, but he didn't give up. He kept pulling, until he lifted up his body, finally laying on the rough surface of the gate. Scratching up his shirt, he tossed himself over, tumbling onto the floor once more. He then quickly jumped up, running to the backside of the small house, smiling at the backdoor. "Didn't know many people had back doors... I was expecting a window... But.." He smiled as he pulled out his tools, his wrench and pick, lowering himself to his knees.

He gently inserted both tools, the wrench holding things in place, as the pick worked around. He listened really closely, hearing then ticks of the mechanic, waiting for that sweet sound he was looking for.

GGggrrrr!

"I know I haven't ate, but c'mon.." Light found himself chuckling again, until he turned a bit, cocking his head at the beast that was near him. It was a large black dog, no hair to protect it'self from this cold weather, apparently it must have been agitated. Light slowly stood up, although he crouched not to alert the dog, slowly stepping back. He smiled, just a bit, although it was a fake smile. "Dogs can tell human emotions right.. See, I'm happy! See Happy. Happy. Hap- Aw damn!" He quickly found himself running, making a full one eighty, as the large dog chased him down.

"No! NO! Bad dog! Sit!" He decided to shut up, it was only tiring him and slowing him down, and the dog wasn't listening. He saw the gate approaching once more, and went for the victorious jump. Catching on, he began to pull himself up, until he felt a shooting pain in his rear. He look down to see the dog gripping him viciously from his buttocks, almost making him cry aloud. "Petchin' dogs! I swear!" His eyes watered as he dropped, tired of being chased for one day already, he slowly got up and ran in the other direction.

"Leave me alone ye Vagik!" Some old slang he had acquired from his old home, although he didn't know the meaning, he understood how to use it. He sprinted his fastest, making all of his energy into this final push. He soon hit the fence and this time, pulled himself up with incredible force, faster than ever. Crying for real this time, he yelled out when he was bit in the same spot, he didn't care if he was caught in the act of larceny. Falling on his back, the dog dropped and began to run up to him, but he rolled over and stood trying to run once more.

Limping, he shook a bit before tripping, over his own feet and rolling with his tools in hand. The dog ran up to him, and went in for a bite, possibly a fatal one. But the dog was turned around and sent whimpering, as his neck area was punctured by the sharp pick, after all Light had barely gotten to use the thing. He watched as the dog whined and trotted off, leaking bodily fluids into the already brown dirt, and all he could do was lay and breathe heavily. Even though he seemed safe now, he didn't want to try to hop anymore gates, for the muscles used for such an activity were sore. He could only just limp out to the front, putting away him tools, and trying to blend back into the crowd.

There's still plenty of time left in the day... Just had a few bad runs.

All he had to do was get five gold mizas, but how hard was that really?

by **Yung Light** on January 30th, 2014, 2:30 am

"I'm tired of all of this playing around, time to go for the real money." He mumbled to himself, as he approached the castle commons, looking around at the masses. The population of people in this area was perfect, a bunch of meat heads, bumping around and what not to find food. Every stand open and asking to be stolen from, fresh apples and other fruits, just basking in the sunlight. And of course, like always, he was hungry. That was the funny part about his house, never any food or activities, just a place for him to sleep and come back to so the world wouldn't claim him.

He trotted deep into the crowd, walking closely to all the stands, acting as if he was looking to purchase something. He then yawned, a faulty yawn, as his right hand slowly rose attempting to look natural, as he grasped a small green apple. Quickly dropping his arm, carrying it close to his side, as he kept staring straight forward. He knew exactly what he was doing, altering his direction by a few degrees naturally away from the shop, so that he would drift away.

"Kid, come back here with-- Get 'im!"

Guards? Seriously, the shop owner had guards, not only that... He sent one after Light for an apple. Instantly, it was more exercise, Light was sent running full stride with an apple in his hand. Taking a huge bite out of it, he tried to swallow it on the run and ended up coughing a bit, hacking up a little few bits. He jumped up and turned around in mid air, launching the apple at the man chasing him, trying to distract him or at least slow him down. He then flung around the corner, instantly addressing his new scene, spotting the homeless man with a blanket.

Possibly, he was sitting on the corner, for money. But then again who wasn't trying to get money? Light ran up to him, sliding and placing himself under the protection of the blanket, lowering his head. "Just act normal.. I'll pay ya." He listened as the man said nothing, hearing the man chasing him run past, and keep running down the dirt street. Light actually began to analyze the situation, and it turned out pretty good, although he smelt a few smells he rather hadn't. Until his hand stumbled across a few coins, this homeless man had coins! He instantly and silently, slid them into his pocket, about a small handful, enough for the man to not instantly notice their absence. After all, he did just help him out.

Light stood up, dusting himself off. "Thank you kind sir, the gods have blessed you today, you just don't know it." He began walking off, slightly fast. The homeless man looked happy... For now. By time Light was halfway down the street he heard the damage he had done.

"No!No! Get back here!

He already had started running, and by time he turned the corner, he was out of the homeless man's sight. Jumping up the fence, he pulled himself over, and stood there silently. Hearing the man run past, grumbling a few curses, he chuckled to himself a bit. "This is too crazy..." He jumped back over the fence, and began to walk home, thinking about how awesome he was.

"Keep walking... Keep walking or I'll cut you up here in this street."

Who ever owned such a gruff and mature deep voice, obviously meant business, as for they were right behind him. And he was pretty sure in a town like this, as much as he had seen before, there was a huge possibility he could be cut up. And nobody would care. Who was he? A petty thief. He listened, and kept walking straight forward, although he was contemplating.

I might not be the fastest that ever existed... But I know I can get past this guy, with no ease. I know I can leave him here.

"Well... What do you want? I'm guessing it's not just some friendly chat."

"Smart. Turn left in this next alley, I'll show ya."

"Hah.. Alright." Light was resisting the urge to make a funny joke, after all it seemed wise to not anger the one with a weapon, or at least claiming to have a weapon. Light turned, walking down to the end of the alley, and slowly turning around. Facing the man, all he could see was a bulky dark, ugly man. Seriously, this was a bust. "So..."

"Money. I saw you rob that homeless man, I don't know what you got, but give it all to me. Now."

"So your robbing me... Damn." Light smiled, taking out all the money except one golden Miza, dropping down to set it all on the floor. "Oh no, I was gonna use this money to get my mother a gift." He sarcastically whined, he then began walking. "Have fun with whatever you buy with that chump change, seriously... You call yourself a thief, you should be going after way better targets, instead your taking money from kids." He walked off confident, feeling as if he belittle the man, till he turned around and saw him on his knees scooping up the money. With no weapon. Ever.

"That's sad... That's just low." He began walking off, feeling as if he could've went his whole life without seeing such a sad sight. Seemed like everyone was struggling lately, but he had a feeling soon things would get better for this town. Hopefully. He then began walking, deciding to stop at a store, after all he didn't exactly get to eat that apple.

by **Yung Light** on January 30th, 2014, 3:42 pm

Leaving The Pig's Foot Tavern
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"Well... At least I got to eat something today, although I really didn't make any money." Light sighed as he walked out of the tavern, carrying a thick slice hard bread in his right hand, grip loose and carefree. He was happy with how today turned out, although he truly didn't gain anything, he decided he had done enough for today and would try again tomorrow. After all, he had time, and if anything, today was just training. Yeah. Training. "I just hope that Black is-"

"Hoho." A little boy shot through, no bigger than about four feet, snatching his bread and running ahead of him at a dangerous speed.

Light didn't move, he didn't budge, he just sat there watching wondering if such a thing was real. "Seriously... That just... Happened?" He kept watching, until the boy was down the street, and turning the corner. He just kept staring into the distance, waiting for his bread to come back, because it was just too much. "No... No..." He didn't care anymore, he was truly annoyed, yelling at the top of his lungs to sky. "Is everybody in this city a thief?!" Soon he would suck it up, and walk home, kicking over anything in his path. A troubled one indeed.

But then again... Who wasn't a thief these days?

by **Vanari** on March 7th, 2014, 7:35 pm

Notes :

Solo Who Isn't A Thief These Days