Things turning Sour (Job)

[Skizoe]

Summer 47th 514 Things seemed to be going perfectly for a young thief in the midst of the dark and unpredictable city of ravok this particular thief had came to this city to further his occupation which came to an abrupt halt as soon as the young man entered the city. Which he took careful time to avoid having attention drawn to him by simply not heavily interacting with anyone but soon after long awaiting the day he would be free to continue his chosen occupation. Deep into the night with only a slight breeze the night had almost perfect weather which was common in the deceitful city of ravok but at this bell few citizens were out walking the extravagant pathways and bridges of the city but a particular citizen's night was just beginning. The young citizen was prepairing for a night of mischievous activitys, the thief known as Skizoe was watching the bright moons reflection on still waters of lake ravok. The young thief gazed down at the water almost hypnotically before he raised his head and stared at the clear star filled sky "perfection" the young thief thought as he turned his head and looked back into his small cubical housing it was small but homily. The thief stood up from the chair which was placed just in front of the only window in his small housing which he was lucky to have. Skizoe took a moment to look at the cubical that had all he owned in life, the thief took a seat at the small circular table which dominated the housings only room, the table had nothing on it except a leather back pack which contained the tools of the young mans trade.

[Skizoe]

Summer 47th 514 The young thief took his time opening the buttoned closed backpack pulling out each piece of equipment in the bag before picking up a jar almost filled to the brim with kohl the young thief used dark powdery substance to help hide his identity, the young larcenist set the jar to the side of the table away from the other items. "This should be seperated" he thought to himself as he hummed a cheerful tune while the young thief put the items he would need for his night on the town, skizoe did not waste his time seperating the items that would be useful while putting the items he did not intend to use in the backpack. When the young thief finished sorting his items what laid in front of him was the jar of kohl, a cosmetic brush and a black wooden maskat that moment Skizoe had everything he would need for the night, the thief screwed the top of the jar off laying it to the side picking up the small cosmetic brush delving the bristle into the dark almost ash like substance before lifting the brush and stroking the bristle just around his eyes turning the skin around his eyes to a dark black color the young larcenist picked up the final piece of his disguise his mask. He tied the cloth of his mask around his neck making sure the mask was keeped under his black body suit it wasn't a great hiding place but no one would notice if he was careful. The young larcenist opened the door the his cubical before looking to see if anyone else was in the hallway, the hallway was empty devoid of anyone having been there in hours only a few dimly lit candles lit the hallway I couldn't have asked for anything better than this" he thought to himself as he took a few steps out of his cubical and closing the door without a sound.

[Skizoe]

Summer 47th 514 The thief proceeded down the long hallway which ended in a three story stairwell, the stairs made a loud creak as skizoe took slow steps down to the first floor. The first floor was well lit with an elegant designs specifically meant to impress who ever came into the building which involved paintings along the walls with sitting areas around the room. The young thief became impatient as he made slow steps toward the two double doors that led out of the building he suddenly made a rush toward the door opening it quickly before rushing outside and closing the door behind him as quietly as he could but the door made a loud noise as he closed it. The young thief bit his lip once he heard the door "that was terrible!" he thought to himself as he brought the mask up to his face before retying the cloth so the mask would stay on his face. The young larcenist looked around the dark city looking for anyone walking ravok's pathways and bridges, around a hundred feet away a women with brown almost black hair had just left a building which non-citizens frequented, the women had a light red cloak on along with a light brown satchel. Skizoe barely saw the women in the dark he wouldn't have seen the women at all if it hadn't been for her red cloak. The young thief saw the women as his next target and he approached the women in red very slowly as she went over bridges and pathways, soon he was twenty feet behind the women in red, he drew his sap pommel dagger which he didn't intend to use it was just to intimidate the lady in red.