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Welcome to the Underworld

Jun 21, 2011 16:51

WHO: The runaway from home and the bandit crew leader
WHEN: Around seven years ago, one late afternoon
WHERE: The streets of Libertās
WHAT: A chance meeting, a failed attempt and an offer.

( pickpocketing: you're doing it wrong. )

why hello there, you have some 'splainin' to do, you all look the same anyways, it's always the quiet ones, status: complete, not in liberty, nordic hero, norway, you ain't got nothing on me, hong kong, !event: steampunk, you're in trouble now, there's this thing called murphy's law, nothing could go wrong!

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talks_to_nisse June 21 2011, 09:27:18 UTC

Tensing at the first brush of the body against his, Sindre felt the hand moving against him as clear as if he were being slapped with it. Quick as he could, Sindre had the hand in a vice grip, using that grip to swing the thief around into a nearby alleyway.

"I ain't particularly fond on bein' Poor Man Grope--" Sindre started out harshly, but he cut off quick once he noticed the person's age. "Damn it, kid, what do you think you're playin' at?"

firecracker_bao June 21 2011, 09:55:53 UTC

Zhi gave an inadvertant yelp as the hand grabbed his wrist and he found himself against a wall in an alley, looking up at the angry glare of his would-be victim. He tried to jerk his arm free, intent on running away, but it was then that he noticed the scar running down the young man's face. His eyes widened in fear.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

Scrunching his eyes shut, he tried to flatten himself against the wall. Maybe he'd take pity on him and let him go instead of beating him to a pulp. Sure, in his childishly still-confident mindset, Zhi figured he knew how to fight as well as any kid who had taken lessons from their skilled older brother could, but he didn't think he could take on someone with a battle scar like that.

talks_to_nisse June 21 2011, 10:17:16 UTC

Sindre didn't let him go, not hardly, but he did loosen his grip some. "I'd almost prefer thinkin' you hadn't meant to," he said, almost conversationally. "'mean, whoever taught you to pick a mark didn't teach you shit, and your technique wasn't good enough 'cept for maybe on the flatest of flats, and that's just 'cause those flashie rich kids dunno how to watch their money to save their life."

firecracker_bao June 21 2011, 10:27:53 UTC

When the blow he was expecting didn't come, Zhi cracked an eye open to peek at him. His next words surprised him, and he opened both of them to blink curiously up at the teen.

"No one taught me anything," he replied quietly, suddenly conscious of his lack of skill and his lack of company. So much for thinking so highly of himself, and he suddenly felt rather alone.

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