Flashback The Start of a Good Friends (Alisha)

[Oleander]

Spring 60th, 511AV Oleander took a stroll around the city of Syliras. The 14 year old boy wore a black hooded cloak and simple clothing that was dull and colourless. The wind blew slightly, pulling Oleander's hood back slightly. He grabs the end of the hood with his index and thump, pulling down over his face as he continued walking. Oleander was talking a stroll today with a purpose in mind. The purpose is to find small places, such as gaps in between buildings and holes, to hide in if he needed to run away. However, these places could also come in handy observing an area, lurking in the unseen shadows. So far Oleander has spotted a few here and there and made a mental note of them. As Oleander walked he noticed someone, a girl. Oleander didn’t fancy the girl, but noticed that she was wearing colour matched clothing of red. She stood out and he was a bit curious to why she choose that style of colour, did she want to stand out? In one arm she held a woven basket. It looked as it something was in it, but Oleander wasn’t sure. When Oleander looked at the girl’s head however, she was darting it left and right, as if she was keeping an eye out for something or someone. She began to pick up her pace, looking like she was heading towards a dark alleyway. Oleander was intrigued with this behaviour. A girl wearing red and holding a basket… sounds like one of those fairy tales that people hear about... and going into a dark alley way by yourself is just asking for trouble… Oleander decided to pursue the girl in red to finding out who is she and what is doing. He melded in with the people around him, making sure that the girl doesn’t know she is being watched. If the girl turned around, all she could see is just a bunch of people trying to reach the own destination. Oleander made sure he kept a far distance from her and avoided and direct eye contact with her. As he followed the girl, she reached her destination and began to look left and right, confirming the she wasn’t being watched before entering the alley. Soon after, Oleander followed her, using his black cloak and the shadows to conceal his presence. He stalked the girl, hiding behind crates and various other objects that could hide his body. He tried his best not to make a sound, but his skills aren’t exactly refined. Every now and then, the girl would look back because Oleander might have made a noise that could have been avoided. However, the continued her walking until she reached a door. Oleander peered from the side of the crate he was hiding behind to view what the girl was going, she looked as if she was entering. However, she wasn’t using the door. There was a window up high that was too high for a person to reach just by jumping. The girl grabbed on to the wall and began to climb to the window. She entered the building via an open window. Oleander walked away from his hiding place, moving towards the open window. It was obviously too high for Oleander to reach. However, Oleander was agile and is a bit of acrobat. Oleander took a few steps back and began to bounce on the balls of his feet. He then ran towards the wall and jumped, planting he foot on the wall, allowing him to take another jump up the wall. With his second jump he latched onto the ledge with his left hand, then his right. He then pulled himself up and in through the window. When Oleander got down from the window, he had lost sight of the girl because it was a bit dark inside the building.

[Alisha]

A l i sha Falxtyr Seasons after granny died, she couldn’t help but be in not herself. She pampered spoiled her somehow. That’s the negative side of being cliquey. When they gone, you’ll miss them. Worst case, if they die in a shocking or in an unpleasant way. Alisha should stand for her own self. This was the time she should face the world and challenges without the motherly figure on her side. She passed by a jewelry shop one time. There was gold shinning shimmering splendid necklace in one of those headless manikin. Below it, spread a red velvet fabric top with more bling blings. Her gaze change, shifted to darker side. She bitten her lips, what was she thinking. Her guilt made her to be uneased. Conscience fight the sound of her stomach. She turned around, cautious of someone eyeing her. There were tremendous people out there perhaps she should look for another target place, an isolated one. The girl tour the line of shops, where she saw one of those high unoccupied buildings as her next destination. She paraded down at a steep street, stride turned in one dark alley. Alisha recognized tons of crates there were delivery boxes from out of Syliras. A small card plastered on it, To: Sylira,Syliras. Made to Order. She was sure of it. In her childhood, she often dwell these lone corners of the city. She knew local crates looked like. Lifting the wooden covering slowly not to make noise, Symenestra white silks were exposed, slipping an inch of a piece of elaborated fine expensive fabrics. They were embroised, dotted with natural mineral beads and detailed very well. A sudden disturbing crack surfaced within other boxes dumped at few meters far from the girl. With a quick suprising movement she high kicked the box with a force. Who’s ever hiding at the other side of it will be intimated eventually. Alisha sighed when she realized it was an animal. One of those familar ever seen, a creature of darkness, a mouse. Arranging the boxes in the old fashioned way it was before she appeared so if ever a random local went through the place they wouldn’t suspect anything happening. With a hand then a foot, a foot then after the other hand she inclined upward straight to an opening. Accelerating her climbing to noone to witness. It was dark inside. The absence of sound was good, an advantage meaning the store was close. Alisha spin crazily felt blessed, the owners weren’t there. Wonderful dresses and magnificent creation of weavers welcomed her. They were like been there for too long. She wondered how much money she would be dealing selling these elegant wares. But how can she carry all of these? She should instead scurtinized or better yet unlock those vaults. There were rectangular tables on top of each was a sewing machine. Right of her was a manikin and a white dress, a knee high cabinet and sheets on top of it. While on the left was a heavy gigantic wardrobe. The thief decided to inspect the cabinet first on her right. The first of drawers she attempted was locked. She forced it hard to open almost grinding her teeth in the effort. The knob loosened detached from it. “Aw.” Alisha fell her back in one of the uniformed table. Her head was still spinning and half unconscious when a cold metal touched her hand. It was a coin. She rubbed her eyes thought she was dreaming. They were coins scattered on the floor. They multiplied as she returned her normal vision. Although dim, she could tell they were Miza coins. It came bursting out from the wrecked drawer like pouring sand in an hourglass.

[Oleander]

Oleander got up crouching to make sure he wasn’t seen. By the looks of it, Oleander, despite falling onto the floor, wasn’t heard by the girl. Oleander quickly made his way to a nearby table to hide under it, it was a very poor hiding place, but it was the only place he could hide. He watched at the girl wanders around the jewellery store, looking at the various accessories around. She stopped at a drawer and began tugging on it. By the looks of it she was using a bit of force to pull it open. What kind of thief forces a lock drawer open…? you use a lock pick for a situation like this… The girl grunted a bit and the drawer burst open, hitting her back on the table Oleander was hiding under, spilling something metallic all over the floor. A round metallic object rolled towards Oleander. He picked it up and examined it; it was a gold miza. Oleander returned his gaze to the girl as he places the gold miza in his bag. Oleander's cover was bumped and his position was slightly exposed. He tried to keep quiet as he crawled back, ever so slowly. However, his leg bumped one of the legs of the table, giving away his position. Oleander was a bit annoyed at the table, but he knew that it was his fault. He tumbled away from under the table away from the girl. If she was armed and dangerous, he didn’t want to be anywhere near her. Oleander quickly scanned the dark room, trying to see his surroundings. Okay, it’s a little hard to see… but there are two doors, one as the entrance and one as the back door. There are three windows and a few tables… okay… Oleander stayed silent as he stared at the girl. He was in a standoffish position with his legs bent, ready to make an escape. He constantly calculating counter measures, trying to predict her actions.

[Alisha]

A lisha Falxtyr Alisha grabbed what she can. She crawled the floor, trailing the gold coins scattered the radius. Twenty, twenty one, twenty two... She stopped computing the coins collected. At that time, she re-winded what happened a few chimes ago. She can't be mistaken, one of her foot touched a human part. It must be one of the stay in workers or might be the owner itself hiding. Alisha stood in her position and fix herself. Whoever it was, his scared and meant no intention to fight. Though she can't still relaxed he or she might call on the knights. It will be easier next time if she'll going to learn how to lock-pick and other effective larceny techniques as well. The steel which was on her held basket could be a weapon to defense her if ever he'll intrude. Time to go now. Alisha haste to exit. Her clutches in the window frame. Wait, she glance something moving in a dark corner. It seems it was the draperies. Oh no, it was someone. Did someone followed him? Was he the store owner? Alisha tried to figure out, "Hey!". He called the unknown man and drew out her steel then pointed it to him. She didn't know what to do. She was just hoping that she could frighten the man. Plan B, to ran as fast as she can like the old times. His attire arising suspicious, "I guess you're not the store owner, who are you?! Show yourself!" Alisha positioned herself bending slightly her knee joints. Her fist alternate to the other hand holding the steel. Help me God, the girl prayed that it was not a knight. But with the looks of it, chances are, his a villain, a street thug perhaps. ... Intuitions tell her his not a member of any authority groups.

[Oleander]

Oleander stood in his area away from the girl. She called out to him as she drew a blade, pointing it towards Oleander. Oleander in turn reached for a shuriken in his belt pouch. The girl demanded to know who Oleander is and if he was the owner of the store. However, Oleander didn’t respond and kept silent. He was taking a risk not answering the girl, but his intention was to lower her morale. Oleander understood well that people feared things they don’t know or understand. If Oleander kept silent, could either bravely advance towards him, receiving a point blank shuriken to the body to make his escape easier, or she could run. I what will she choose, what will she do? The girl persistently questioned Oleander about his identity, but oleander continued his plan and stayed silent. After a while it was apparent that the girl wasn’t going to run away so Oleander decided to break the act and started speaking again. “Shh…” Oleander said, silencing the girl in the middle of her sentence. It was a rude gesture, but something wasn’t right. Oleander wandered towards the back door cautiously so that the girl who held the sword wouldn’t strike him. He placed his ear against the door and he could hear something. It sounded like footsteps, footsteps that over lapped one another as if there were two people. He then heard a bit of chattering as well. “So, you said that you saw two people break into your store?” one voice said. “I did, they bother entered through a window I left open by mistake” the other voice said. “Don’t worry we will have this crooks caught. They won’t know we’re coming.” A guard… and by the sounds of it the owner as well… hmm… ‘We will’… I have to assume he has back up… Oleander quickly grabbed a nearby table and barricaded the backdoor so it could by some time to escape. He looked at the girl with left eye. “Look, I have no means to harm you so drop your weapon and come with me” oleander said with his youngster’s voice, grabbing hold of the girl’s arm pulling her towards the front door. Oleander didn’t want the girl caught, mainly because if she was they would interrogate her about the second person involved in the robbery, which is him. After pulling the girl in a hasty manner, Oleander fished around in his bag for a pick-rake and a torsion wrench. He decided to teach the girl how to pick lock because he felt embarrassed for her, a thief without a picklock is like a master swordsman without a sword. “Okay… You seem to be a thief, but what kind of thief has no knowledge about lock picking?” Oleander bit at the girl for drawing a blade against him. “Here let me briefly teach you… Ah!” Oleander pulled out the tools from his bag showing the girl the tools. “Okay, this is the torsion wrench and this is pick-rake.” Oleander said showing the girl the tool. He places the tools in the lock and began moving them about as he explained what he was doing. What surprised Oleander is that this jewellery shop owner had locks on the inside of the store.

[Alisha]

A Lisha Falxtyr OOCOle, it's not a blade, it's the lump of steel shape like a tiny knuckle from the starting package. Flint and Steel. Sorry for not writing it well, my fault. XD Actually, it's not a jewelry store but it's not a big thing since it can be partly be a jewelry and an apparel mix boutique. Alisha come across a jewelry store but she left and proceed for another target place. Look... (points out second post) You may perhaps not edit your last post? Let's just say that because of the darkness, Ole saw the thing to be sharp "blade-like deadly" but it's not what it is... Sorry for a little bit late reply we've got a net problem in our house... The unknown stalker remained silence. Alisha saw he will not speak unless be force to. He may had his own tactic as well. This piece of junk can't save her life but its better than none at all. What was his intentions by the way? She couldn't make any guess and risk the rest. If she'll have her eyes on him, she might know something or may risk her too. She, who has the gift of seeing things other normal visions don't see. The power granted to her has its limitations. She can't just use it as many times as she wants. She finished her sentence even the man hushed her. She return back the steel firelighter inside her cloak. With his voice plus his body size, his a teenager about her age. Footsteps of not just a man behind the door, the hooded man acted fast, putting his other ear to the door. Alisha followed his movement, hurdle jumping one of the tables blocking her path. But then, her right foot touched the edge of the it, making a disturbing sound loud enough to heard outside the room. Luckily she didn't tripped. Her other hand, landed flat balancing her overall body weight. She shouldn't have done that. The unknown man barricaded the door with a table. Thud Thud Thud... They were breaking the door! Oh God, what will they do now?! After the youngster finished what he said, she concluded he was not a knight nor any asset of the knights. Possibly, he was a thief also like her. Alisha crook her brows when he grabbed her by the arms. "Hey!" How dare he pull her. The boy fished around his larceny toys from out of his bag. New for Alisha, she didn't saw these gadgets ever since. "What's was that?" No knowledge of lock-picking... Well, not all thief knew how to use those tools. She was a pickpocket or snatcher, a con artist, not a cat burglar. Alisha was speechless, she dislike arguing at this moment. All she wanna do was to flee. "Pick rake... Torsion wrench...?" She mimic what the boy said. They were still unfamiliar. As far as she knew there were other alternatives for that. You can bend a simple hairpin and use that for that purpose. Alisha eyed his little hands, attentively listening to what he was saying to her. Alisha leave the man the coins she got at first was enough for today. She couldn't afford be caught, barricading the door was more important. The girl in red pushed the table against the door. Powdery woods sprinkling from above door frame. Men were so eager in their pursue. The door let the man's hand aggressively choking Alisha's neck. "Let go of me!" She bite the hand hardly leaving marks of her strong teeth. "Ouch!" Adrenaline rush flowing through her veins, her pulse beating terribly. She can't think of right with this scenario on hand. If she'll be running initially ahead of this boy, there would be greater chance of escaping. But... How about him? Two heads are better than one, if the two of them will cooperate to helping each other, they can succeed on fleeing much more. Which of which? "Hey! Whoever, whatever your name was, can we just go now?! As in, now!"