Closed We Meet Again, Old Friend (Eleazar)

[Amora Jade]

Day 26 of Fall 514AV

Amora could already feel winter creeping up on Sunberth as the cool fall breeze lifted the thick black hair from her shoulders and brushed against her neck. She let out a faint growl-like noise under her breath at the thought of the awful season being so close. Knowing that it was so close influenced her to prepare for it, but shops had something else in mind.

The thief didn’t notice it until she reached the castle common area. It was like the place had been completely deserted. There were no open stalls or shops and barely anyone was even roaming around in the area. She had no idea what was going on but she definitely wasn’t happy about it. Amora and her mother needed food and no one was out selling any, she had no idea what she was going to do.

With an extremely frustrated sigh she turned on her heels and headed away. She didn’t know where she was headed and barely looked up to keep from running into people headed the opposite direction. Amora was mentally scratching her brain, trying to come up with a way to get food.

“Watch it!”

The thief jumped back and held her chest where she could feel her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest. She hadn’t even noticed she had kicked the mug some gross looking old drunk had set on the ground in front of where he was sitting. His face was all mangled and bruised, she was sure he wasn’t shy to bar fights by the look of him.

Without a word she walked around him and headed into the crowd. Normally she’d be afraid of being chased down, but in this case she hadn’t a worry in the world. It was doubtful he’d be able to keep his balance long enough to stand up.

“It’s a good thing we stocked up before all the stores shut down on us.” Amora overheard a couple talking not too far in front of her.

“That’s it!” she thought. She could take the food from other people’s homes, and since she already knew they were stocked up she could just search their pockets for a key to their place and get in without a fuss. The thief picked up her pace and fell in line next to the woman. She was wearing a loose thin coat and it would be easy to stick her hand in the pocket.

As she had done countless times before, Amora quickly slipped her fingers between the fabric pieces of the woman’s coat to feel around inside. She grabbed onto what she could feel and slowed so that she fell well behind the couple with people in between them. Her eyes glanced down at her newly opened palm to see what she had gotten.

“Damn,” she thought as she realized what she had grabbed wasn’t what she was going for. In fact it wasn’t even mizas or anything. All that laid in her hand were a cork and a cheap looking ring that was bent in weird shapes.

“Thief!” The familiar call made her heart stop as she looked up wide-eyed towards who had yelled.

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[Eleazar Victor Syroin]

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Trying to control his breathing, Eleazar was failing at his desperate attempts not to panic at what lay, or more importantly what didn't lay, before him. The Seaside Market was gone. It had been here yesterday and now, now it was just gone. All that was left was the big empty space, a few left over stalls that were either abandoned or hastily being packed away and a violent scrap going on to one side. Where had it gone? He hadn't imagined it, had he!? No, that didn't make sense. Hands quaking as he dashed over to the merchant, that had been hastily moving boxes onto a cart. The thief didn't even think as he grabbed a hold of the man and shook him. “Where 'e market gone!?” “Wha- Get off me!” “WHERE'S 'E MARKET GONE!?” “Lad, calm down. It all been closed down.” “What? Why!?” “What do you mean why? Haven't you seen how dangerous the streets have been getting lately! No man in his right mind would do business with things being as they are!” Dropping the man and swearing loudly, the thief ran as fast as his feet could take him for the Castle Commons. He slowed down part way and settled for a fast walk when his legs gave up on the long distance run. Breathing heavy and head spinning, he reached the commons only to find the same again. Shyke! Both markets were gone and from the looks of it, the shops were down too. Where was he going to get food from now? Heck! Where was he going to get the money for his rent from now? With no reason for people to be on the streets there would be no crowds for him to steal from. Shyke! This was bad..... How long would it go on for? Please not long. Biting his lip and walking in a circle as the cold sunk through his clothes, Eleazar decided to he would have to check elsewhere. Worn out from running there, the thief chose to nervously stroll to his next destination instead. Passing an alleyway, a cry for help made him stop. Eleazar immediately regretted it when he saw the cries source. Some poor mug was getting the stuffing beaten out of him, his gang mates already starting to decompose nearby as the victors sated their blood lust. The poor basta- oh those fools had left their bags unguarded. Seeing an opportunity in this tragedy, the thief slowly snuck forward and crouched next to the pile of bags. The small time gang was too busy with their victim to notice him just yet, though things weren't going to stay that way. Picked up the closest bag, Eleazar kept his eyes on the group as he slowly rose and backed out the alley. Taking a quick glance behind him to check the distance, the thief turned back to the sight on of the gang member holding aloft what looked like an arm. With this the thief lost any nerve or courage he might have had and ran for it. Heading to his left, Eleazar bolted it for a certain alley a few houses down the next street. Turning down it, he could hear voices somewhere in the direction he had ran from. At the end of the street was a wall just a little taller than he was. Wasting no time, he balanced the bag on top of the wall and grabbed the top with both hands. Jumping and pulling, the thief fruitlessly struggled to pull himself over. Shyke. Looking about for something to stand on, he noticed a decent sized patch of damage to the wall. The damage had resulted in a small inset in the wall about mid way up his shin in height. Sticking his foot in the inset as best he could, Eleazar tried pulling himself over the wall again this time as he pushed up from the inset. Managing to get his shoulders over the wall, the thief pulled his free leg up higher to better balance on his stomach across the wall. This worked till his leg went a little too high, he over balanced, gravity caught him and Eleazar face planted it over the other side of the wall; straight onto some old drunken man. Dazed, he quickly came to his senses when the man began swearing at him and trying to hit him. Getting up quickly, the teen grabbed the bag from it's perch and scampered off away from the drunk's wrath. Opening the bag to look at what he had gotten, Eleazar visibly jumped at an all too familiar shout. Not about to become that gang's next victim, he didn't even to turn to look at who had shouted it as he began to sprint as fast as his tired legs could carry him in the opposite direction. OOCthat poor drunk isn't having the best of days is he? Kicked in the face and squashed by two different thieves probably within a few chimes of each other. Tell me if anything needs changed. GradersThe contents of the bag is up to you guys. Be as mean or as kind as you like.