The Lonely Streets
Dec 16, 2010 20:06:25 GMT -6
Post by Ivantis on Dec 16, 2010 20:06:25 GMT -6
Snap! The small, hand-held leather bag gave way with the cut of its handle. It descended slowly to the ground, and the owner turned around after feeling the loss of weight from her shoulder. She saw a teenage boy with green hair, doned in brown robes carrying her purse. The boy grinned and then took off sprinting in the opposite direction, keeping the bag under his robes to avoid any unwanted attention.
The woman yelled for help, but none came fast enough. The boy skidded to a halt in a small alleyway between two run-down buildings and ran down the narrow passage. Thirty meters he ran before he came to a large gate. He continued his stride and leaped up onto the metal-wired fence and scurried up it. It only took a few moments for the agile thief to climb up and throw himself over the gate. He landed on his feet, crouched, and then rolled to absorb the damage, and then began to run again.
There was no set location to run off to. Anywhere in the city could be guards or good citizens who noticed the woman's distress and tracked him down. There was never a safe place to return to. There was no home for him to return to.
The boy's name was Ivantis, and he was a minor thief. He only nicked gold from shops and townspeople.. His skills were not refined. He did not need them to be. His specialty was his extreme agility.
Ivantis was fifteen years ago as of two weeks before. He had not had a birthday present for some odd number of years, since he ran away from home. He stood at a short five feet and six inches, and was very slender. The boy wore small brown boots, gray pants, a dark blue shirt, and a brown robe that he concealed himself and his current items in. In a hidden sheath on his belt, a slim short sword laid concealed from visibility. This was his tool of pickpocketing, and if he ever had to battle to escape, he could use that.
He panted and then stopped behind a small house, somewhere in Ostia. Ivantis had run for quite some time, his speed and stamina having been increased in his time away from home. He grinned and then sat down in a large alleyway, next to a dumpster. From within his long robe he grabbed the small hand-purse and opened it.
Nothing. Ivantis cursed his bad luck and tossed the bag away into the dumpster. He would have to try again later. He yawned and then resigned himself to sleep in that alleyway. Slowly, the boy drifted to a light sleep.
The woman yelled for help, but none came fast enough. The boy skidded to a halt in a small alleyway between two run-down buildings and ran down the narrow passage. Thirty meters he ran before he came to a large gate. He continued his stride and leaped up onto the metal-wired fence and scurried up it. It only took a few moments for the agile thief to climb up and throw himself over the gate. He landed on his feet, crouched, and then rolled to absorb the damage, and then began to run again.
There was no set location to run off to. Anywhere in the city could be guards or good citizens who noticed the woman's distress and tracked him down. There was never a safe place to return to. There was no home for him to return to.
The boy's name was Ivantis, and he was a minor thief. He only nicked gold from shops and townspeople.. His skills were not refined. He did not need them to be. His specialty was his extreme agility.
Ivantis was fifteen years ago as of two weeks before. He had not had a birthday present for some odd number of years, since he ran away from home. He stood at a short five feet and six inches, and was very slender. The boy wore small brown boots, gray pants, a dark blue shirt, and a brown robe that he concealed himself and his current items in. In a hidden sheath on his belt, a slim short sword laid concealed from visibility. This was his tool of pickpocketing, and if he ever had to battle to escape, he could use that.
He panted and then stopped behind a small house, somewhere in Ostia. Ivantis had run for quite some time, his speed and stamina having been increased in his time away from home. He grinned and then sat down in a large alleyway, next to a dumpster. From within his long robe he grabbed the small hand-purse and opened it.
Nothing. Ivantis cursed his bad luck and tossed the bag away into the dumpster. He would have to try again later. He yawned and then resigned himself to sleep in that alleyway. Slowly, the boy drifted to a light sleep.